weird luck system

Chapter 213 Ways to Improve Soul Power

After thinking about it, Jiang Feng chopped off a leg of lamb and threw it to the unparalleled female ghost.

The female ghost took the leg of lamb, thanked it, and ate it pretendingly.

Jiang Feng tore off another leg of lamb and ate it with relish.

"Young man, I can't repay you for being a concubine." The female ghost said gratefully.

"Then you don't need to report it." Jiang Feng said indifferently.

The female ghost was stunned for a moment, and then said charmingly: "If the young man doesn't dislike it, I am willing to agree with you."

"You look like this, you are only suitable to be my servant, do you know? I have 36 maids, all of whom are stunningly beautiful, and there are more than 300 concubines." Jiang Feng was talking nonsense.

"Are you kidding me?" the female ghost said coldly.

"I'm playing ghosts." Jiang Feng said solemnly.

"There is a way to heaven, you don't go, there is no way to hell, you cast yourself, and die." After the female ghost finished speaking, she stretched out her hands into claws, and grabbed her fiercely.

"A little ghost at the ghost king level dares to attack me." Jiang Feng slashed down without dodging or evading.

The female ghost tried to dodge, but she couldn't dodge. It was split in half by the tiger's teeth, and its soul flew away.

"Why is there no ghost product? I ate lamb leg for you, and you still want to kill me, eh."

Jiang Feng shook his head, holding Huya in his left hand, and continued walking forward.

People are divided into good and evil, good and bad, and there are also good ghosts and fierce ghosts in movies and TV shows.

When he came to this world, none of the ghosts he encountered was a good one, and he hoped to find a good one.

Moist mist fell from the sky and drifted with the wind, and the sounds of insects, birds and animals came and went.

Jiang Feng, who was walking in the night, looked around while practicing the art of refining the gods.

Half an hour later, the sound of whirring came from the front.

Upon closer inspection, there were vines, like long whips waving, lashing towards him aggressively.

The sword was drawn and the vines were broken, followed by the sound of screams.

Following the sound, a huge locust tree appeared in his sight.

"It turned out to be a tree demon. He wanted to kill himself, and he blamed me for being ruthless."

Huya slashed in the air, the locust tree shattered into slag, and the dryad was wiped out in ashes.

Stepping on dead branches and rotten leaves, he walked forward at a leisurely pace.

"Kill!" The earth-shattering shouts of killing continued to resound.

"It should be a battlefield there, with fierce spirits soaring to the sky, and the souls of soldiers are immortal."

Looking at the soul bodies in armor one by one, Jiang Feng was thoughtful.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, rest in peace."

After Jiang Feng thought about it, he eliminated the hostility from Binghun.

After a while, the tens of thousands of soldier spirits became serene, bowed their heads and nodded their thanks, and disappeared without a trace.

"The power of merit? What is the effect? ​​Even if it is useful, it is too little."

A strange energy entered his body, and he knew it was the power of merit.

The virtual and real bracelet can't create too much meritorious power, for him, it is really dispensable.

After more than an hour, there was an additional grave in Jiangfeng's field of vision.

Looking up, there are cemeteries everywhere on the mountain. Some of the tombs have stone tablets in front of them, and some are just mounds.

Ghosts with different looks and clothes, wandering in the mountains.

The fierce cold wind was galloping endlessly, and the whirring sound kept ringing.

"If ordinary people encounter this situation, even if they are not scared to death, they will be scared to death."

Glancing at the cemetery in the distance, Jiang Feng walked over confidently.

Seeing him appear, ghosts galloped down one by one, rushing towards him with claws and claws.

"Why isn't there a good ghost? They all want my life, eh!"

Longya swept across the air, and hundreds of ghosts were scattered on the spot.

Control violence with violence, stop killing with killing!

"I don't know if ghosts can be used to refine pills?"

With this in mind, Jiang Feng decided to give it a try.

Enhancing physical strength and soul power is many times more difficult than accumulating energy.

After recalling all kinds of elixirs and deducing them carefully, he refined a gourd.

Walking quickly, in less than half an hour, a ghost appeared.

Pulling out the plug, facing the ghost with the mouth of the gourd, Jiang Feng said: "Take it!"

The ghost looked terrified, screamed and sank into the gourd.

"One, catch more ghosts and refine a few soul pills."

Tied the gourd around the waist, Jiangfeng walked with singing, silently looking for the traces of ghosts.

"Take it!" As soon as the voice fell, another ghost flew into the gourd.

The indomitable Jiang Feng encountered a gloomy place, instead of avoiding it, he went directly to meet it.

"Ghosts less than [-] years old are imps, ghosts over [-] years old are fierce ghosts, ghosts over [-] years old are ghost kings, ghosts over [-] years old are ghost ghosts. I only met two ghost kings, and I haven't met ghost ghosts yet."

When dawn was approaching, there were already 37 little ghosts and twelve fierce ghosts in his gourd.

"The cock is crowing and the dog is barking. It will be dawn soon. Find a place to have breakfast, and then catch ghosts at night."

Ghosts belong to yin, and the sun belongs to yang. When a little ghost encounters sunlight, the ending will only be lost. Even a hundred-year-old ghost and a thousand-year-old ghost king will be weakened by the sun. Only ghosts and immortals who have been around for ten thousand years can walk in the sun.

"It's not bad. I have obtained more than a dozen kinds of soul arts, and the exclusive soul arts of the soldier soul can be regarded as soul attack skills."

Jiang Feng, who had gained a little, walked forward in strides.

After more than an hour, he entered a city, walked into a noodle restaurant and sat down.

"Young man, what do you eat?" the noodle shop owner asked.

"Two Yangchun noodles, two tea eggs." Jiang Feng said.

"Okay." The owner of the noodle shop responded with a smile, picked out two tea eggs, and said, "Wait a moment."

"Yeah." Jiang Feng nodded, quickly peeled off the eggshell, and took a shallow bite.

After eating a bowl of Yangchun noodles and two tea eggs, he wandered around again.

"Besides getting time to practice, there seems to be no other meaning in staying in this virtual world."

"Get out the soul pill first, and when my soul realm reaches the limit of the gods, I will go for a stroll in the god realm."

"I don't know if with my current strength, can I devour and refine the virtual bracelet?"

Suppressing the impulse in his heart, Jiang Feng walked around and looked around, and he didn't leave the city until he had dinner.

He had been walking at night for a long time and wanted to run into ghosts. He was idle and wanted to refine soul pills, so he wanted to meet more ghosts.

As night falls, demons and ghosts come out in droves, looking for their prey everywhere.

"A century-old ghost, not bad."

"Thousand-year ghost king, good luck."

"I searched for hours, why didn't I find ghosts?"

The unscrupulous Jiang Feng collected all the ghosts he encountered along the way into the gourd.

"Not counting those soldier spirits, I have met thousands of ghosts before and after, why is there not a single good one?"

"Could it be that those good ghosts in movies and TV shows are all lies?"

"Humans have yin and yang and five elements, ghosts belong to yin and lack yang. If ghosts want to improve their strength, they can only absorb yang energy."

(End of this chapter)