Chapter 1024

In his heyday, he was not the opponent of Bufeng. Now, with his life hanging on the line and three nails in his body, he is not the opponent of Bufeng.

If Bu Feng wants to do something to him, he doesn't even have room to resist!

"No? Ridiculous, in this world, only I want to, no I can't! "

The pale ball of light burst into Jin jiuxiao's mental realm with a smile.

"Ah, ah, ah"

Accompanied by a very shrill scream.

The pale group of light disappeared into Jin jiuxiao's spiritual realm.

There's a nibbling!

Or phagocytosis.

Jin jiuxiao's cultivation is in Zifu period, soul level, which is the level of Zifu period, while Bu Feng's cultivation is in Yuanfu period, soul level, which is the level of Yuanwu period.

be not of the common sort!

The soul level of Bufeng is no better than that of ziqianmo and Sijun.

But it's more than enough to crush a Jin jiuxiao!

"Get out! get out! Get out of here

Jin jiuxiao made a hysterical roar.

His soul is being devoured.

The pale ball of light opened its mouth and chewed off one third of his soul with a "click", then swallowed it into its stomach and turned it into its own use.

The pale sphere of light, which represents Bu Feng, is getting brighter and bigger. The porcelain blue sphere of light, which represents Jin jiuxiao, is getting dimmer and smaller.

After the first bite, there will be the second, the third, and the innumerable.

It lasted about a quarter of an hour.

In a quarter of an hour.

There is no Jin jiuxiao in this world.

Jin jiuxiao's spirit and soul were devoured by Bu Feng, and became his plate of Chinese food.

"It's a great tonic."

"Jin jiuxiao" opened his eyes again. His eyes were deep and evil, showing a kind of morbid pale, different from the previous black eyes, insidious and evil.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Jie Jie." Bu Fengxie smiles, sticks out his tongue and licks his lower lip greedily.

Jin jiuxiao is dead.

Half a shred of soul has never been left.

Let alone the chance of reincarnation.

It's no more than that.

After Bu Feng took away Jin jiuxiao, before he could catch his breath, he immediately felt a crazy pain in his throat: "ah! Damn it

First there was a sore throat.

And then there's the third rib under the heart.

Then there was the big hole of occipital bone in the back of the head. The whole brain was like being cut open by a knife. The brain was shaking and colliding.

"What is this? What kind of torture is it? "

The walking wind howled like a wild animal.

The pain rolled on the ground.

It's so painful that I use my head to stone.

Unfortunately - it didn't work.

Bu Feng regretted it. He thought he had got a wonderful bag, but who ever thought it was a hidden danger in his body.

Fortunately, bu Feng's cultivation is high.

He came from the Bu family. He knows a lot and has a lot of practice.

He used the secret mental method of the first clan, and forced to seal the action of nailing the bone needle. Half an hour later, the pain was slightly relieved.

Bu Feng had just come back to life, and he was half dead.

He lay on his back, covered in cold sweat, as if he had been wet, with his mouth open, as if he were a fish lacking in oxygen, gasping for breath, "it's really killing..."