Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

With just one look, Zhen You understood immediately. She gently lifted her daughter up, Si Qi, into a cross-legged position.

Because the current Si Qi could not even support himself in a sitting position, Si Qi could only hold him gently from the side. But with such a gentle contact, Zhen You could already feel the biting cold air slowly being released from her daughter's body.

It's just that this cold air is very special. It won't release too much, nor will it release too little, and it will continue to release. This is exactly the effect produced by the white thread condensed by ice. If it were anyone else, even if they could condense such threads, they would not be able to maintain the cold power that releases cold power without causing harm to Siqi.

After looking at Si Qi on his right, and then at the grassland warrior on his left, Zuo Feng took a deep breath nervously, and then slowly raised his left hand. At the fingertips of his left hand, he was holding a long emerald green soul needle.

When he raised his hand, Zuo Feng's fingers were still trembling slightly, but when the soul needle came close to the back of Si Qi's neck, as he took a deep breath, the fingers holding the soul needle immediately stabilized. Come down.

His eyes suddenly focused, and the soul needle in Zuo Feng's hand slowly pierced the back of Siqi's neck. Si Qi, whose eyes had been closed, shook violently under her eyelids, and this reaction was enough to prove that her current situation was not bad.

It's just that at this time, Zuo Feng's penetration became slower and slower, because Siqi had not condensed the sea of ​​thoughts, so his mind was relatively fragile. The tip of the soul needle was wrapped by Zuo Feng's telepathy, and it was slowly coming into contact with the location of Si Qi's mind, where his soul was, and then it slowly stopped.

Turning to look at Han Bing, Zuo Feng said softly: "This is the soul needle. It can better let your mental power penetrate into his mind. The ghost is in his mind. If the soul-killing judgment is correct, If so, you can peel off the power of the ghost by using the skills of Ghost Mandrill Pavilion."

He had heard Zuo Feng introduce it before, and Han Bing just looked at the soul needle curiously at this time, and then he started to run the Ghost Mandrill Pavilion's technique with all his strength.

As his technique was running, the aura around Han Bing immediately began to change. Originally, the breath of ice was as white as clouds, and its cold power was even more biting.

But now the ice, the aura released on the surface of the body, is a bright red color, the color is like the color of blood slowly turning towards dark brown as it gradually solidifies.

In addition, although the breath is equally cold, it is a kind of chill that makes people's hair stand on end. This kind of chill is not directed at the body, but at the soul, a cold feeling coming from the depths of the soul.

As if for safety's sake, Han Bing circulated the technique for two days before slowly raising his hand. The crimson spiritual energy lingering outside his body gradually slowed down and finally converged towards the tip of his index finger.

Finally, Han Bing's finger gently touched the soul needle, and then streams of crimson energy flowed towards the soul needle.

At this time, Zuo Feng's thought power and consciousness entered the two soul needles respectively, and he sensed the situation in both sides of his mind at the same time. At this time, Siqi was already very weak, especially the soul, which was like a candle swaying in the wind, as if it might go out at any time.

On the other hand, in the mind of the grassland warrior, the soul flame exuding a gleaming green light seemed to be alive and kicking.

‘It can be seen that this person’s original cultivation level is at least in the middle stage of concentration, otherwise the soul would not have such strong vitality. ’

Carefully observing the green soul flame, which was beating continuously, Zuo Feng was secretly happy, as if looking at a "fat sheep".

After seeing Zuo Feng, the trapped soul was still pleading, "Little brother, I have also been persecuted. I was refined into this state of neither human nor ghost by the guy who killed a thousand swords. I Your life and death are all in his hands, so he has to be your enemy.

Now that that guy has escaped, just show your superiority and treat me like a fart. I will definitely be grateful for your kindness, and as long as you are willing to let me go, I will definitely reward you generously. I know a family's treasure trove, and there are countless treasures there! "

Listening to the words of the guy in front of him, Zuo Feng's nervousness suddenly decreased a bit. At the same time, he couldn't help but joke in his mind.

"Senior, what do you think of this guy's level?"

After hearing this, Mie Ling couldn't help rolling his eyes and said: "You're an idiot, and you're so weak. What good things can you say? If it were me in my place..." Before it could finish its words, it noticed something was wrong and immediately stared at it. Eyes, loudly said: "You brat, you actually compare me with this little shrimp, huh!"

In fact, Zuo Feng also had an idea, because when the Ice Dragon Mie Ling was trapped in the crystal storage space, he was very similar to the ghost in front of him, both of whom wanted to fool him with sweet words.

But Mie Ling is right about one thing. Compared to Ice Dragon Mie Ling, this guy is really nothing. Both his own strength and his scheming were far behind. If he could be persuaded by his words, Zuo Feng wouldn't have to come out to mess around.

The ghost talked for a long time but to no avail, then changed his face and said in a cold voice: "You may not know what big shot you have offended. That big shot has been watching you. If you let me go now, I can still plead for you and leave you a way to live. Otherwise, your end will be extremely miserable."

This person still doesn't know that his master's arm was cut off by Zhen You, and this hatred can't be resolved. However, Zuo Feng got a very useful piece of information. The ghost in front of him seemed to know the origin of the ghost master, and it was certain that the other party was really coming for him and others. It was almost certain that his target was Han Bing.

The ghost saw that Zuo Feng was still indifferent and seemed to be really furious. When he was about to say something cruel, he noticed a deep red breath coming suddenly.

He was slightly happy at first, but when he realized that the owner of the breath was different from the person he thought, he immediately showed a look of horror.

"You, you,... who are you, how could you...? Master's technique, how could you!"

The fluctuations coming from his ghost had become stuttering at this time, and he could even feel the fear from the depths of his soul.

Before, Zuo Feng did nothing because he was waiting for Han Bing to operate the technique. Now Han Bing was too lazy to pay attention to what the ghost said. After entering through the soul needle, he immediately attacked the group of ghosts. He had suffered losses from this kind of thing before, so how could he be more polite now.

As soon as the technique turned, he quickly pounced on the ghost. Once the crimson energy approached, it quickly wrapped the ghost in it.

And Zuo Feng cooperated very tacitly, and the dozen or so threads that bound the ghost were also retracted at the first time. However, these threads did not return to Zuo Feng's sea of ​​thoughts, but floated beside waiting for something.

Soon, bursts of shrill howls came from the core wrapped in crimson energy. However, that was not a real sound, but a fluctuation from the soul. If it were an ordinary person, just feeling this fluctuation would make him numb.

This kind of severe pain does not come from the body, but from the depths of the soul. This kind of pain is incomparable to physical pain.

Almost as soon as the voice fell, a small ball of green energy was thrown out of the deep red energy belonging to Han Bing. Although it was a soul energy, there was no will in it. It was obviously separated from the ghost by Han Bing.

With joy in his heart, Zuo Feng released a thread of thought without hesitation and directly wrapped up the green energy. With the power of the thread of thought, the light green ghost power can be isolated from the outside world, and it can also be better preserved.

After a slight pause, a wave of more tragic fluctuations than before came out again. Facing such an abnormally painful fluctuation, Zuo Feng felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. On the contrary, the energy of Han Bing was as calm as a pool of stagnant water. It seemed that doing this thing in front of him would not have any impact on his state of mind.

'This guy really has an extremely cold attribute. Such a method can be used in his hands without any discomfort? ’

While Zuo Feng was sighing in his heart, another ball of green ghost power was thrown out. Zuo Feng was prepared this time. As soon as the green soul power appeared, he was firmly wrapped up with his thoughts.

In fact, Zuo Feng didn't know that Han Bing was not really as hard-hearted as iron, but his attention at this time was not on the fluctuations released by the ghost.

On the one hand, Han Bing had to be careful. The ghost looked like a ball of green flames. But in fact, the flames outside belonged to the soul power of the ghost, and the real ghost core, which was also the soul after the soul was refined, was in the center of the flame.

The problem was that the soul in the core part was not a regular form, and the soul and soul power were fused with each other. Now Han Bing needed to carefully peel off the soul power, but he couldn't hurt the soul core. Just to do this, he had to be very careful.

Another reason was that Zuo Feng told Han Bing to try his best to understand the core of the ghost during the peeling process, especially to find a way to peel off the memory from it, or to explore and search for its memory.

To do this, it is more difficult than stripping the soul power of the ghost. Now Han Bing has almost concentrated all his attention. The fluctuations of the ghost like a pig being slaughtered are just noises beside his ears, and have no meaning.

With Zuo Feng's reminder, Han Bing was very careful from the beginning, and later he gradually figured out the characteristics of the ghost. Especially the core of the ghost, it will alternately expand and shrink like a person's breathing, and as long as he starts when it shrinks, he can strip the external soul power to the maximum extent without worrying about hurting the soul of the core.