Chapter 440 Spell

Lin Feng nodded, the holy son of the Holy Light Sect had always had a strong desire for survival. He had seen it since the last time I met, and this time he still has his original intention.

“I know what you are thinking, you want to let me go, but you are afraid of backlash, right?” Li Ye suddenly relaxed.

“good.”

Lin Feng admitted frankly, looking at the other person and said, “I don’t know what you can teach me? After all, you are a not weak God of War. If you suddenly turn back in the future, the damage will be great, and it may even be beyond me. To the point!”

“You have a holy soldier in your hand, are you afraid that I will rebel?”

“The tiger still has time to take a nap.” Lin Feng was calm, unmoved by the other party’s secret support.

“There are only two choices before you, persuade me, make me believe you, or die.”

Hearing Lin Feng uttering the word “death” in an extremely calm tone, Li Ye’s Junxiu’s face twitched violently, almost unable to maintain his calm.

He didn’t say a word, and took a deep breath, making it clear that Lin Feng was not joking with him, it was time for birth and death.

He felt a little sad, and he sighed that he had reached this point and became a prisoner of the ranks, and his life and death could not be controlled.

But this idea just passed away in a flash, because at the moment, there is not so much time to waste.

“I can cut out a strand of soul and blood for you.” Li Ye said.

“No. Or not enough.” Lin Feng shook his head.

Divine soul or essence and blood is the foundation of the practitioner, but it can still be discarded. It is unrealistic to try to kill a cultivator with a wisp of spirit or blood.

Li Ye’s face twitched fiercely, unable to maintain calmness anymore, and faintly looked a little hideous.

He said cruelly: “I know a vicious method that can curse and kill a person through spirit and blood!”

Lin Feng’s eyes flickered. He once persecuted Li Ye and asked the other party to surrender all the laws that he could surrender.

But obviously, the other party hid a hand.

“Pass it to me!” Lin Feng said calmly.

…

After half an hour, Lin Feng walked out of the small black room. Then, go to another small dark room not far away.

Inside, a cultivator of the God of War realm of Baiyumen was imprisoned.

Lin Feng didn’t have any favorable impressions of Bai Yumen. This time in Ping An Fang, all the disciples of Bai Yumen were also executed by him.

Because the north is regarded as the coveted place of Baiyumen, they sent many disciples there, almost all of them were covered with blood, and there were no innocents.

“Would you like to live or die? If you want to live, divide one-fifth of the soul and blood for me!” Entering the small black room, looking at the **** of war in the white jade gate, Lin Feng’s tone was cold.

The other party was taken aback, and immediately ecstatic. There was nothing to say, and he directly agreed to Lin Feng’s request.

After a stick of incense, this person’s pale face became paler.

But his eyes were filled with joy, and respectfully said to Lin Feng: “Young Master Lin, don’t worry, I am a person of wit, and I will never do silly things after I go out…”

Lin Feng watched calmly and said, “When did I say I would let you out?”

“This…” The person was startled.

Then, his face changed drastically, and his eyes showed endless horror, because seeing that Lin Feng’s knotted hands, the strands of vitality chains, entered the spirit and blood in the other unfolded palm.

This person suddenly felt that something was wrong.

“Young Master Lin Feng, what are you doing? Please, let me go!” The other party said tremblingly.

Lin Feng watched calmly.

After a few breaths, this person’s face suddenly changed wildly, and he suddenly screamed sternly. I saw that black gas came out of his body, and his skin began to fester…

“Lin Feng, you must not die! I will never let you go as a ghost!”

In the end, with the last roar full of bitterness, the people in the same place disappeared without a trace, leaving only a pool of black blood that exudes a foul smell.