Chapter 105 (1/2)

The old man completed the martial spirit attachment at the first time. His body grew thick brown hair, his arms became extremely long, and his palms almost dropped below his knees.

And the bottom of his feet, white, yellow, purple, purple, black five circle soul ring is slowly rising up.

This old man is a strong soul king!

Maybe the old man's strength gave the middle-aged man confidence, his fear became more shallow, and he also called out his own soul. A machete appeared in his hand.

But his strength will be much worse, just an ordinary three ring soul Zun.

The coachman was shivering in the carriage, and his frightened eyes could be seen through the gap between the curtains.

But he didn't dare to run away, because he knew that the more he resisted the ghosts, the more excited he was. If he ran away, he would be caught up in an instant and become a meal for the ghosts.

”One... Must win.”

He murmured in a trembling voice, praying in his heart.

Among several people, only Wang Jian didn't move, and the systematic prompt sound was constantly ringing in his mind. On one side, the attribute panel belonging to the soul beast appeared in his field of vision.

When the old man glanced at Wang Jian, he thought that the young man was scared. Unfortunately, if something goes wrong, the boy will have to become the food of the ghost beast. No wonder I'll be back then.

”Shasha! Shasha

Many ghosts rushed over. The old man took a deep breath and rushed towards them.

The priest of wuhundian went to the middle-aged man and said in a low voice, ”let's join hands. We can't resist it just by relying on one person's strength.”

The middle-aged man quickly nodded his head. The priest of the martial spirit hall is a soul sect. It's good to cooperate with him.

After the middle-aged man came down, the priest of the martial spirit hall hesitated to see Wang Jian. Finally, he didn't invite him. This young man is estimated to be less than 20 years old. At most, the cultivation of two rings is a burden to join in.

”Here it is

The middle-aged man suddenly let out a loud shout. The first Soul Ring on his body lit up. The light of the sword bloomed from the soul of the martial arts and struck a hundred year old soul beast.

The light of the knife was scattered, the blood spattered, and it was cut off immediately.

The smell of blood filled the forest, and the old man had begun to kill, but his eyes were very sharp, and he kept alert all the time, constantly observing the movement around him, as if he was searching for something.

The martial spirit of the priest in the martial spirit hall is his eyes. Wang Jian didn't see any movement of him either. Most of the time, he just flashed his soul ring. As soon as his eyes glared, the beast fell down. Then the middle-aged man quickly mended his sword.

Wang Jian felt that if he had not guessed wrong, the fighting means of eyes was to rely on spiritual power to frighten.

Two people cooperate with degree, but there is no confusion and mistakes.

”Little... Little brother, little brother.”

Suddenly, the driver's trembling voice came from behind. Wang Jian turned his head and looked at it curiously.

The coachman waved to him and motioned him to go quickly: ”little brother, come here and hide.”

Obviously, the coachman didn't think Wang Jian could do much in this situation.

But what he did made Wang Jian's heart move, and then he showed a faint smile on his face. There are more kind people in the world.

Wang Jian waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need to use it. Then he continued to observe the system map. In the encirclement of the soul beast, there was always a life wave wandering outside the encirclement, and he watched it closely.