Facing Hu Lei's shouting in the soul warehouse, Zhou Zhiwei said that the wind whistling in his ears was a bit loud and he couldn't hear it.

This old boy was so excited before, he was the slowest in his work, and the key was that he was lazy.

They are all soul-stirring, old people have a high level of experience, and their soul power reserves are higher than those five boys. Now Hu Lei and Zhou Zhiwei have made a calculation for him, and they can choose up to five soul warriors in groups.

Now there are more than a dozen people who are still tough or lazy.

Especially before, Zhou Zhiwei went in to demonstrate in person, and thought he was facing his back, so he couldn't tell that Hu Lei was pretending for a while, and then he looked there with his waist on his back.

With a grinning black teeth, he almost lit a cigarette as he watched Zhou Zhiwei busy and kept lit up... Zhou Zhiwei gave him face, and did not point it out, so he asked you to cheat on me.

Zhou Zhiwei felt that the world was cold and when he saw that his grandson had a smooth future, the old boy began to be perfunctory. People's hearts were not as good as before, just when Zhou Zhiwei sighed.

Zhang Xiaoyong, who was following behind, was breathing heavily and kept asking: "Master, is the ghost demon behind him chasing him?

Master, see if there is a ghost evil in front of you?”

There were countless ups and downs along the way, with mountain rocks, broken walls, broken stones, cracks, etc., and the Xuanhun man chasing behind him had a speed ranging from slightly faster to flat to slow.

Just the speed that the chaotic hat was chasing before, it seemed that this speed was the most common speed of Xuanhun, and even if it was injured, it would no longer reduce.

When locking Zhou Zhiwei, he felt that the evil intention was approaching, but the soul shadow was no longer visible behind him. The projection of the soul warehouse was taken before, and it was played indefinitely... When Zhang Xiaoyong reminded him, Zhou Zhiwei saw that the blood mist in front was surging.

He could see ghosts by covering the mechanical crystal eyes with his spiritual sense, but it had a distance and had a perspective of about 100 meters. At this time, the distance from the front was constantly getting closer.

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"Lying prone to move forward."

Zhou Zhiwei said that, and then lay on the ground and moved forward. This way of moving forward is what those who are rushing to the battlefield should look like. According to their statement, this can avoid hitting the ghost evil to the greatest extent.

And it won't attract the attention of the ghost demon. Zhou Zhiwei recalled that Yin Chai and the Xuanhun Man were both flying three feet above the ground before, which is not unreasonable.

The Taoist priest in this battle base should be able to see ghosts like him.

Zhou Zhiwei thought, ignoring Zhang Xiaoyong. Although the speed of lying forward was slower, Yinchai and Xuanhun who were thrown away behind him could not catch up with him for a while.

Not very worried, Zhou Zhiwei slowly crawled towards the sound coming from the front.

After a while, I saw the scene ahead clearly. There were two mortal hats, wearing pawn uniforms and holding soul-binding whip, which was exactly the same as the one Zhou Zhiwei saw before.

It’s just that these two people were short and fat, like a meat ball, and the other was thin, like a fishing rod, which made Zhou Zhiwei see it for a long time.

Zhou Zhiwei had seen that the mortal hat was relatively well-proportioned and normal, and he tried his best to develop in a good direction. The two people in front of him were dragging behind him with dozens of soul warriors walking forward together.

"The meatballs are here, let's sing a paragraph."

The thin, as thin as a pole, poled the short and fat man beneath his body with his small, slender fingers, and it was obvious that the melodious chant had come from his sharp mouth.

"I don't want to leave anymore. I'm almost gone. Small toothpick, let's go home."

The fat man's body trembled when he floated, and his hands that were trapped in his body were like pig's trotters, barely able to hold the soul-binding whip and hold the evil spirit of his walking forward, feeling like he was overwhelmed and was about to collapse at any time.

But the voice of his speech was like a child: "I'm hungry."

"Hold on it, you have to learn to control and know whether it is, otherwise even if you are reincarnated and become a living creature, you will die of fat again."

The little toothpick began to persuade: "Hurry up and work hard to find the soul, there will still be people who can pick up the bargains. Then you will be reincarnated as a dragon's soul. You can eat whatever you want, and the dragon will digest it well."

The short and fat man pouted like a child: "But there are so many good deeds to be reincarnated as a dragon soul, I..."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

"But the birds eat less..." The short and fat man was suddenly stunned. The sound was wrong. He shook his head and saw it. A figure grabbed the long whip in his hand and screamed: "Who are you!!"

The figures of Zhou Zhiwei and Zhang Xiaoyong were not unaware of them. They saw them from afar before and ignored them. The two physical living creatures did not hinder them, and they were too lazy to make trouble.

Because they are not at this level of position, they have not reached the point where they can draw people's souls and make up for their numbers.

Even if you can extract the soul of a living person, you will naturally see your appearance and sense your breath after the soul leaves you. Then you will have an enemy, which is thankless.

They ignored it, but Zhou Zhiwei was different.

In Zhou Zhiwei's opinion, there were all employees ahead, and there were about fifty people in the two rows together. How could he not make him jealous? He immediately touched them directly.

Because of the Yin Misfortune behind him, Xuanhun was chasing him, Zhou Zhiwei was lying forward very quickly.

He even made a move to force the search after they were discovered, but the process went smoothly. He was three meters tall and the short and fat man was only half his height.

One pulled his head and looked around, while the other raised his head and urged him to return home.

Perhaps this is why they completely ignore the two people who are about to pass by them.

Zhou Zhiwei was thinking of collecting people first, and he should know that this intact soul-binding whip can spread a hundred meters long when thrown straight. This is a good treasure and can be harvested remotely.

The previous fight with the giant hammer was interrupted, which made Zhou Zhiwei feel distressed for a while. No matter how you say it, you have to get one first.

"Run, run there!"

It was very smooth to get it. Zhou Zhiwei held the soul-binding whip in his hand. At the moment when the short fat man screamed, he kicked Zhang Xiaoyong on the buttocks who was lying around beside him. After pointing a direction, he ignored it and grabbed the short fat man behind him.

This time, it seems that I will lock a row of soul ropes behind the short and fat man and walk along.
Chapter completed!