The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 770
In the central area of ​​Penglai, it is not difficult to subdue soul slaves, all you need is the guidance of spiritual power, attach them to spiritual weapons or magic weapons, and finally apply a seal.

There was a flash of spiritual light in Ye Fei's palm, and he raised his hand to point to the one in front of him. A very thin spiritual thread wrapped around the soul slave.

"I, my name is Qingtong." After the soul slave was put into the bamboo flute, a voice suddenly sounded in Ye Fei's sea of ​​consciousness.

Because of Ye Fei's strength, he was much higher than this soul slave. After being subdued by him, this soul also got a lot of benefits, and his consciousness seemed to have recovered a lot.

Ye Fei smiled slightly, and immediately jumped up, jumped over the trough, and flashed forward.

He has the red fairy flute in his hand, and there is no limit to the number of soul slaves he can subdue. Ye Fei must make good use of this. If he can stop the army of soul slaves, whoever dares to compete with him for the source of longevity here.

Time passed quietly. In this space, it was almost the same as the first floor, and there was no difference between day and night.

"A thousand meters ahead, there is a fluctuation of spiritual power." On the endless basin, while Ye Fei moved forward, his spiritual consciousness continued to spread around.

Ye Fei doesn't know exactly how big this central area of ​​Penglai is, but the first floor of the outside world is almost equivalent to the area of ​​an overseas country, and this is the real home field, probably much larger than the first floor. many.

Above the basin, Ye Fei's figure flickered, and soon he came to the place where he felt the fluctuation of spiritual power.

"This is, a plain battlefield?" Ye Fei's eyes were fixed, and when he looked around, he could see dozens of soul slaves wandering aimlessly around.

On the black ground, wreckage can be seen everywhere. It seems that in this space, time seems to have stopped. This legendary battle seems to have happened not long ago.

In the surrounding air, you can still vaguely feel the smell of blood and the pungent corrosive atmosphere.

"If it's a battlefield, more than ten soul slaves are too few." Ye Fei glanced ahead and shook his head secretly.

He might as well collect a hundred or eighty soul slaves first, and carefully explore this space. Now, along the way, the soul slaves he met are far less than he imagined.

Just thinking for a moment, a gleam flashed in Ye Fei's eyes, and a spiritual light flickered in his palm, and the bamboo flute was held in his hand all the time.

"Take it." Ye Fei didn't hesitate too much, and raised his hand to point at the tall soul slave who was closest to him.

Compared with subduing Qingtong before the trough, these soul slaves on the plain battlefield here are obviously much stronger, and the worst of them also has the aura of Jindan Dao.

If it is really possible to organize an army of soul slaves, Ye Fei can undoubtedly walk sideways in this space.

"Hiss..." Not far ahead, Ye Fei's condensed spirit thread just touched the soul slave, and the soul let out a strange growl.

In an instant, the dozen or so soul slaves here seemed to have all woken up at this moment, and they all turned their heads, and looked Ye Fei up and down with those gloomy pupils.

"Break free from the shackles of the spirit thread?" Ye Fei's face was startled, and he was also confused at this time.

According to his understanding, the soul slaves here seldom have self-awareness. As long as his spiritual power guides them a little, they can be subdued and sealed. However, the soul slave just now was the spiritual thread that broke free from Ye Fei.

Just as Ye Fei was puzzled, the tens of feet of soul slaves in front of him suddenly dispersed slowly, and a tall soul slave wearing bronze armor, with extraordinary momentum and holding a big knife walked out from among them.

"Soul General." Ye Fei took a deep breath, and immediately reacted.

The group in front of them are not wandering lonely souls, but are led by a soul general, which is equivalent to being subdued by other people, and the spirit thread released by him naturally cannot be guided.

"My current physical condition does not allow me to fight against the soul general. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time." Ye Fei made a decisive decision, and sprinted all the way to the right side under a dodge.

"Shout!"

"Shout!"

Horrific low roars came from behind continuously at this time, and the dozens of soul slaves, led by the soul general, suddenly turned around and chased after Ye Fei.

The speed was even more terrifying, especially the soul general, who was almost as strong as a strong man in the early stage of supernatural powers, as if he was staring at Ye Fei, chasing after him all the time.

"I'm careless, I didn't expect to meet a soul general so easily." Ye Fei couldn't help cursing bad luck in his heart, and at the same time, his feet were like the wind, and he ran wildly into the distance.

I don't know how long he has been fleeing, until Ye Fei's spiritual sense sensed that another group of soul slaves appeared not far ahead, and the group behind him slowly gave up chasing.

Obviously, these soul generals all have their own territorial divisions, and they will not cross the boundaries under normal circumstances.

Beside a small black stone, Ye Fei stopped, his face was slightly pale at the moment, and some of the spiritual power he had just recovered was exhausted by him during this escape.

"Groups of soul slaves, if you don't have the power to win, don't provoke them easily." Ye Fei calmed down, and couldn't help but think inwardly.

This space is so large, it shouldn't be difficult to find a lonely soul.

After some thought, Ye Fei immediately made up his mind, and became more cautious in his actions. His spiritual consciousness kept sweeping, and he began to look for the lonely soul slave.

Compared with the first floor, the Central Domain of Tiangong Treasure House is obviously much more depressing, making it easy for people to forget the passage of time. If a martial artist with an unstable mind is more likely to get lost in this battlefield.

Two days have passed...

In the middle of Penglai, the desolate basin, located in the valley to the east of the basin, Ye Fei dug a cave in the valley, which is convenient for recovering spiritual power, and can also capture the soul slaves wandering into the valley.

"In two days, I subdued a total of five soul slaves, and the progress is a little slow." In front of the cave entrance, Ye Fei's face showed a thoughtful look, and he couldn't help murmuring at this moment.

With five soul slaves, he can't defeat a group of soul generals, it's a waste of time to go on like this.

After thinking about it for a while, Ye Fei had no good solution for a while, so he could only turn around and enter the cave, and restore his strength as soon as possible.

Another day passed in the blink of an eye.

In the Penglai Basin, at this time, a woman in a red gauze, with blood hanging from the corner of her mouth, her face was slightly pale, fled forward all the way.

"Ling Yanji, you can't run away, give me the soul general in your hand, and I will spare your life." An indifferent voice came from the mid-air far away.

At the same time, in the sky, a majestic coercive force instantly blocked the surrounding space.

Ling Yanji's figure trembled, and at this moment, there was a surge of energy and blood in her body, and she couldn't help spurting another mouthful of blood. A wry smile appeared on her face. It was something she never expected to meet the Pope in this panic basin.

Most of the powerhouses at the level of the gods have left this desolate basin. The strength of the soul slaves here is at the soul general level at most, which cannot meet the needs of those powerhouses.

The number of soul slaves is limited, so that the quality becomes the key to the victory or defeat. If a junior soul slave owns five soul slaves at the soul king level, even if he is a powerhouse in the realm of gods, he would not dare to fight in this space. provoke.

"My lord Pope, as the head of the Holy See, you snatched the soul slave from the hands of the slaves. Don't you lose your status? If you spread the word, you will inevitably be ridiculed." Ling Yanji generally suppressed the injuries in her body, while fleeing to the rear.

"Hmph, identity, if you kill you, no one will know about it." In mid-air, the Pope's voice approached more and more.

At the same time, the coercive force in the surrounding air became more and more terrifying.

There is a big difference in physical strength between the two of them. If it weren't for the great suppression of the mobilization of spiritual power in this space, Ling Yanji might have been caught up long ago.

"Soul slave, now." Seeing that the situation was not going well, Ling Yanji had a flash of inspiration in her palm.

In the next moment, a tall black shadow appeared in the midair. This soul slave was wearing broken armor, holding a big knife tightly in both hands, the dim light in his eyes was bright, and his body erupted with astonishing power.

"Haha, it really is a soul general. You are a little Nascent Soul junior, and you are not qualified to subdue a soul slave of this level." The pope laughed loudly, and raised his hand to cut a white streak.

In mid-air, the white light curtain condensed into a sharp white blade, pointing directly at the soul in front of him and beheading it.

The soul general in the armor was not to be outdone, and after a loud shout, he held a big knife and went straight to the falling white blade.

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" The crisp sound of blade collision echoed around.

Ling Yanji's soul general actually blocked the power of the pope's blow. She only has one soul general, and she has the power of this level of combat power. It can be seen that if she gathers five soul generals, she will definitely be able to occupy a place here.

"Junior, soul generals, I also have them." The Pope gave a low voice, and a faint light flashed when he raised his hand.

A soul slave holding a spear, not weak in stature, and Ling Yanji's soul general appeared at this moment, a spear broke through the wind, and the two soul generals fought together.

For all martial arts masters who entered the second floor of the treasury, the best choice to subdue soul slaves is soul generals. In terms of the limited number, ordinary soul slaves are of no use at all.

After the pope sacrificed the soul general, he ignored the battle of taking out the soul slave, but suddenly dodged and chased after Ling Yanji in front of him.

As long as Ling Yanji was beheaded, that single soul general would become a lonely soul, and the pope could easily subdue it.

In the Penglai Basin, after sacrificing her soul general, Ling Yanji almost ran all the way without looking back, not caring about the consumption of spiritual power in her body, and before she knew it, a valley appeared in her sight.

"If I can have another soul general, I shouldn't be in such a mess."

"This valley is probably the place where I, Ling Yanji, will be buried. I wonder if I will become a soul slave after I die." Ling Yanji had a bitter expression on her face. She knew that she had no way out. .

(End of this chapter)