Star Sand... Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief... You said that I really can't take out anything else. Isn't it just grave soil? I... my silly girl... I am the one who uses this pavilion shop. I will deduct some of it if I have nothing to do, and deduct some of it if I have something to do. What are the things I have to do with the mud?

Chen Feng said nothing, took out a handful of the grave soil in the Void Shuttle, and then another handful of it... He was stunned by Shen Ding.

"Dad, I am your good son who has been separated for many years." Shen Ding snotted and cried, and directly hugged Chen Feng's trousers, with tears in his eyes. "If you meet again, you will meet again. Why use the star sand as a gift to meet? It is impossible to use it."

Shen Ding said that he could not do anything, and his hand speed of holding Xingchensha in his arms was almost a afterimage.

Chen Feng understood that this weapon spirit is not only cheap but also nagging, but also has no limit on it for a little bit of grave.

A little grave?

It’s really not a puppy to sell his land. If Liuli knew that Chen Feng wasting the starry sand like this, he would immediately poke it into a hornet’s nest.

"I'll see you." Shen Ding was so happy that he couldn't stop talking for a long time, and carefully sent the grave soil into his sharp mouth.

With the continuous intake of grave soil.

The cracked texture of the sharp-mouthed light appeared with faint red patterns, as if fresh blood was injected into the blood vessels without blood.

It turns out that the texture crack is natural, not the cracks that collide with the Qiankun Blue Wave Cover.

These textures look extremely mysterious. The light as big as a palm, it is a little smaller, and it contains ever-changing combinations, one set after another. If you look closely, you think you can understand it. If you look closely, you will find that there are subtleties and even more subtleties.

Chen Feng was dizzy and didn't understand anything else, but he understood it a little bit, and it felt like Sumeru meson accommodated everything, which was a bit like the meaning of a master of intangible cultural heritage carving a macro world on rice grains in his previous life.

The little pointed-mouthed light, no wonder it can contain everything.

His retract is different from the Void Shuttle.

First of all, the Void Shuttle has no spirit, which is certain. Secondly, it can only accommodate all things when Chen Feng's will arrive. There is another premise for the living creatures in all things, which must be without the will to resist, otherwise Chen Feng will have no choice.

For example, Damao and Ermao have no spiritual consciousness and are refined by Chen Feng, so there is no way to talk about the will to resist. It seems to be a bit like going in and out.

The Aradeng, a ghost weapon with the spirit, is compulsory to store all things. It can make people hate it with a simple word of collecting. It is also very expensive and requires the star sand to be "energy".

If the energy is exhausted in other people's hands, it may be a waste of money. If Chen Feng's hands are in the hands of, it is a bug-level existence.

Of course, this bug is limited.

If the underworld weapon is regarded as a strength division, and the enemy's strength is also at this level, or even higher than this level, then this "collection" will be greatly reduced.

When someone else gets the spirit of the weapon, they either recognize the master by dropping blood, or forcefully erase their will and impose their own will.

Chen Feng collected a spirit of the weapon and directly smashed the divine money into the power of the tomb. He was obedient and could not even drive away.

Shen Dingxin said: Let's go? Let's go. Since the birth of labor and capital, I have never seen such a generous boss. Not to mention calling him a father, it's okay to call him his ancestors.

The "energy" is replenished.

Shen Ding looked like he was full of wine and had a greasy face, and he wanted to pick his teeth with a toothpick.

He clapped his hands, and just finished eating and signaled to Chen Feng with a slutty look: Uncle, if you have something to do, please give me some advice, you are ready.

Chen Feng was about to say, let me release my friend, and those bandit soul soldiers.

But he swallowed it again, and replaced it with a question that had been pressed on his mind for a long time, "What's wrong with your mantra? God Ding, there is no Ding Ding. Who can be changed by a thousand swords?"

This question is amazing.

As soon as he asked, Shen Ding's expression suffocated and rose.

I was directly cried by this question.

This unlucky child cried loudly, cried loudly, beat his chest and stamped his feet, cried loudly, and cried loudly at the top of his lungs, and cried in destruction...

Near Xiangshui Village, hiding into the forest, the surviving refugees and villagers just wanted to get out of the forest, but then fled into the forest again.

What do they hear?

The sound of ghosts crying and howling.

I had already been scared and scared in my heart - Xiangshui Village was over, and it became a ghost, and the thing in the underworld was so sad that I crawled out and howled.
Chapter completed!