Chapter 667

Qin Yichen's sudden smile made the pale young man feel uneasy, but he was soon relieved.

The other side is just a baby, and they are all in the middle of Mahayana. Can the other side make waves in their own hands?

The final result is that the other party becomes his own war puppet. Apart from this result, he really can't think of any other possibility.

"Hum, I don't know if I'm alive or dead. I'll get the mark of war puppet."

The imprint of the word of war falls into Qin Yichen's eyebrow, just like a flame. It is necessary to carve a word of war in Qin Yichen's eyebrow.

At the same time, the pale young man separated a wisp of spirit power, and wanted to integrate into the war word imprint, and the war word imprint would take effect only if his spirit power was integrated.

The pale young man's spirit is extremely terrible. The power of the spirit is surging and surging, with a strong breath.

Unexpectedly, he is also a monk who cultivates the spirit. The spirit has a magical nature.

In the face of a monk who practices spirit, Qin Yichen sneers, "such spirit, dare to show off in front of my uncle."

"Boom."

Knowing whether the imprint is effective or not depends entirely on the power of the spirit, Qin Yichen has no scruples. The power of the spirit poured out like the ocean, and a round of golden spirit rose in the sky.

The powerful power of the spirit, like the sunlight, almost instantly evaporates the power of the pale youth.

"Hiss."

The power of the spirit evaporated and turned into an ethereal mist, while a terrible momentum rolled down.

This is a kind of pressure from the soul. It seems that the golden sun they are facing is the God who dominates everything in the world.

"How can it be? The power of the spirit turns into form."

"You are also a monk of spirit, and you have mastered the realm of spirit?"

"It's over. Run."

Ten friars, without saying a word, turned around and ran away. They didn't dare to stay.

They can not be afraid of a monk who practices in the realm of spirit, but now there is a war puppet mark here. Whoever falls on will become Qin Yichen's puppet. Even if Qin Yichen is killed at that time, those who become war puppets will surely die.

Although it's one in ten probability, no one wants to fight.

"Want to go? It's late. "

Qin Yichen sneers, and the body field is sacrificed in an instant. The top of his head is turned into a burning sun, and his body is covered with a black halo, rushing into the crowd like a demon.

With the blessing of the physical field, Qin Yichen has the power to fight against the late Mahayana, not to mention the strongest group of monks in the middle Mahayana?

"Boom."

Qin Yichen blows his fist out like a meteorite falling down. His physical field covers the sky. The terrible pressure suppresses the sky. On his fist, flames and snowflakes are dancing. The power of the two fields is extremely compressed. The ground is blown out of a terrible pit by Qin Yichen, and endless red stone heads are splashing up and flying down in the air.

"Damn it, how could it be so strong."

The pale youth screamed, ten people, eight people were killed by Qin Yichen, only the pale youth and obscene youth are still alive.

The pale young man's black light flickered, and sent out a magic weapon of blood moon type for the first time. A light curtain hung down to resist the power of Qin Yichen's fist.

Red and white light intertwined, like the general impact of the waves, the glow of the blood month just supported the instant Kung Fu, light curtain broken.

"Broken."

Qin Yichen hit XueYue with a fist.

"Click."

Like the crescent of the moon, it was cracked by Qin Yichen. There were many cracks on it, and the last sound turned into pieces.

The pale young man was blasted out and smashed into the ground like a dead dog. His chest collapsed strangely. He had more air out and less air in.

This scene, let Qin Yichen some dissatisfaction.

With his current strength, he can kill the mid-term monk of Mahayana with one blow, but the monk is not dead?

When his fist fell on the man's chest, Qin Yichen noticed that something had blocked his blow.

Seriously injured the pale youth, Qin Yichen looked at the obscene youth with a smile.

The obscene young man had been scared silly for a long time. Seeing Qin Yichen's smiling appearance, he felt endless chill in his heart. He knelt on the ground, and his voice trembled. "Don't - don't kill me - I can give you all my points - I want to be your puppet."

In the face of Qin Yichen, the obscene youth could not bear the idea of confrontation. He knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, letting the blood fall from his forehead.

"As long as I kill you, your points are mine."

Qin Yichen smiles coldly, but he is never soft on this kind of guy who likes killing people and stealing goods. Qin Yichen has a pinch of fingers, and the hot flame jumps between his fingers, and finally turns into streamer and falls on the obscene youth.

"Ah - please - let me go --"

The wretched youth screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to put out the fire.

The little flame, however, is very willful. No matter how the wretched youth rolls, the flame on his body will never go out. On the contrary, it will burn like a maggot of tarsal bones, and soon the wretched youth will be completely wrapped up.

"I'd like to be your puppet. Please forgive me."

The wretched youth's liver and gall are cold, and the pain of burning his body by fire can't be tolerated by anyone.

"You're not qualified to be my puppet."

Qin Yichen was indifferent for a moment, and he snapped his fingers. The flame rose abruptly. The wretched youth could no longer utter a syllable, but was reduced to ashes.

"Your strength is good. You can be my puppet."

Qin Yichen looked at the pale young man. In fact, he was already sober, just pretending to be dead.

"You can't do that."

The pale young man turned over and looked very ugly.

He did not expect that his whim of killing people and stealing goods would kick such an iron plate.

"Oh, why?" Qin Yichen is interested.

"Because the war puppet mark is only bronze level, we can only turn the friars in the infant period into puppets. If we want to turn the friars in the Mahayana period into puppets, we can at least have the war puppet mark of gold level."

Qin Yichen frowns and reaches for a move. The mark of war puppet that has lost the power of soul is flying into Qin Yichen's hands.

Qin Yichen feels a little and knows that the young man is not lying.

"The bronze war puppet mark can refine the infant friars, collect seven bronze war puppet marks, and refine the silver war puppet mark."

The short news, almost when Qin Yichen grasped the mark, came into Qin Yichen's sea of knowledge.

Qin Yichen is more and more suspicious that the realm of flying dragon is far more than what Jiang Taishang said. This kind of war puppet mark is something Qin Yichen has never heard of.

And this kind of war puppet mark can be upgraded. Everything here seems mysterious.

"I can tell you all I know, but I hope you can give me a happy way to die."

Pale young man is simply, he is not the first time to kill people and goods, has long been aware of being killed, now just hope Qin Yichen don't torture him like a wretched youth.

"Why don't you let me let you go?" Qin Yichen smiles.

"Ha ha." The pale young man's mouth was a little bitter. "Even if I said it, you won't let me go, will you?"

Qin Yichen smile, noncommittal way, "well, you know all tell me."

The pale young man hesitated for a moment. He was not sure whether Qin Yichen agreed or not, but he finally said, "this is my identity jade card, my points are here, this is my storage ring."

The young man took out all his belongings for the first time and handed them to Qin Yichen. Qin Yichen didn't refuse anyone and put them away directly.

"Well, the first question I want to ask is how do you know that the three of us are new people?"

Qin Yichen was the first to ask this question. After all, Feilong's realm is so big. How did these people determine that they are new at the first time?

"Ha ha, because your realm is too low. Generally speaking, as long as you stay in the Feilong realm for more than a month, you can enter the Yuanying period even if you are a rubbish talent, and you --"

The pale young man did not finish, but the meaning was self-evident.

In addition to the friars who just stepped into the realm of Feilong, others were also friars in Yuan infant period at least.

Qin Yichen nodded slightly, "well, let's talk about the war puppet mark."

Qin Yichen has a feeling that if this war puppet mark is used well, it will be of great benefit in the future.

"In fact, the mark of war puppet is the most common thing in the realm of flying dragon, and many people know it." Young people dare not hide, they know all the details.

In the Feilong realm, in addition to searching for secret places and opportunities, what we like most is to participate in various trials.

In the Feilong realm, every city has its own trial. The place where the trial is initiated is the meritorious service tower. After a period of time, the meritorious service tower will issue trial tasks. Some of the trial tasks have strength requirements, while others do not. Anyone can participate in them.

After participating in the trial, everyone will complete some tasks and obtain some merits, which can be converted into points or special reward items.

War puppet mark is one of the special reward items.

"What are the rewards of these trials?" Qin Yichen's heart moved.

"That's a lot. The mark of war puppet is the worst reward item for trial. Generally, the more advanced one can get a lot of excellent cultivation resources, even immortal tools." There is some yearning in young people's eyes.

"Fairy ware?"

Qin Yichen turned his mouth.

Fairy, which is limited to the existence of the legend, illusory.

"I know you don't believe it, but it does."

Young people are very determined.

"How can you be so sure?" Qin Yichen has some interests.

"Because someone got it." The young man's eyes were full of enchantment. He seemed to think of something incredible, and his eyes were full of brilliance.