The dark token, the cold crescent moon pattern.

The moon worship token itself is not very precious. It is just a certificate of identity for the moon worshipers. The whole token is probably not worth a lot of money.

Under normal circumstances, it is not of much use. However, when this token can be exchanged for a heaven-level treasure book, then the value of this token will undoubtedly be greatly magnified. A small token is

A precious heaven-level treasure book.

"Boy, how about selling me this moon worship token!" The big man walked straight towards Ye Xing with greed in his eyes.

"Not selling!" Ye Xing quickly put away the moon worship token in his hand.

"Boy, don't toast me and be punished by drinking wine!" The big man showed a fierce look in his eyes and said coldly: "I will give you a high-grade Yuan Stone. You must quickly sell me the moon worship token in your hand, otherwise——

"

"I have to keep the moon worship token and go to the Lord of Qingguan City to exchange for the secret book of heaven-level Qinggong. I won't sell it. Moreover, a high-grade Yuan Stone is only worth a few dollars. What is the difference between this and robbery!" Ye Xingdao

He said something, turned around and left.

"Humph, you don't know the heights of the world, so what's the point of robbery? Since you won't sell, I will kill you now!" The big man's eyes were murderous, he kicked the ground with both feet, and he jumped up into the air, with the big knife in his hand, the blade of the knife.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, streaks of cold light bloomed, striking straight down towards the leaf star ahead.

"call!"

The wind of the knife roared, and its energy fluctuated. It was so powerful that it caused the fallen leaves in the forest to fly wildly.

The surging murderous intent quickly approached, and Ye Xing, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and suddenly grinned, revealing his strong white teeth.

"Well done, since you want to kill me, I won't be polite to you!" Ye Xing's mouth curved into a cruel smile, his eyes were cold.

"Qiang!"

There was a sword cry, as clear as a dragon.

The Nether Light Sword suddenly came out of its sheath, turned into a black light and slashed towards the big man.

"clang!"

The swords clashed, sparks flew everywhere, and there was a sonorous sound.

Ye Xing used "Qingyun Sword Technique" and started a fierce battle with the big man.

"Qiang!" "Ping ping ping pong!"

"Clang clang clang!"

The strong wind undulated in the forest, the fallen leaves were flying wildly, the sword was shining, and the sword shadow was heavy.

Sometimes the two fought on the ground, sometimes they stepped on the branches and leaves, and fought fiercely on the big trees. The escaped true energy caused the surrounding trees to fly in all directions.

Qingyun's swordsmanship is extremely sharp. Ye Xing holds the Netherlight Sword in his hand, and his sword power is arrogant and swift.

The two sides fought for ten rounds, and the big man's arm had already been hit by two swords from Ye Xing, and his sleeves were dyed red with blood.

After twenty rounds of fighting, Ye Xing stabbed the big man in the waist again, causing blood to trickle down.

His eyes were full of fear, and he had long lost the arrogance he had before. The big man knew that he was no match for Ye Xing and did not want to continue the fight, so he immediately fled away into the distance.

"Want to leave? Haha!" Ye Xing curled up with a cold smile, took eight steps on the demon sky, quickly pursued him, and started fighting with the big man again.

After another ten rounds, the big man was stabbed in the chest by Ye Xing with a sword and kicked to the ground.

"Spare your life, young hero, spare your life. I shouldn't have done any harm. I don't dare to do it anymore. Please spare my life!" The big man, covered in blood, begged for mercy in fear.

At this moment, he was seriously injured and couldn't escape even if he tried to escape.

Ye Xing's eyes were indifferent, and he went straight to the big man. His five fingers formed into claws, and he directly grabbed the big man's Tianling Cap. He opened the "Soul Capture **", and the black energy surged from between his palms and fingers in a whirlpool shape.

The hour hand is turning.

"ah!!!"

The big man screamed miserably, feeling as if his soul had been torn apart, and his face was twisted in pain. He struggled hard, but he couldn't break free from Ye Xing's palm.

As the black air vortex rotated, streams of light cyan light were pulled out from the Tianling Cap of his head, and continued to gather and condense in Ye Xing's palm.

The big man's face became paler and paler, and his breath became weaker and weaker. After a while, his eyes turned white and his body fell to the ground, completely lifeless.

Ye Xing withdrew his soul-obsessing gun, opened his palm slightly, and a small piece of light cyan crystal the size of his thumb appeared in his palm.

The light cyan crystal is crystal clear, shining brightly under the moonlight, exuding a faint spiritual fluctuation, like a gem, very beautiful.

"It turns out this is the soul crystal, and it's pretty good-looking. Continue to collect the next one, collect a few more, and use them all together!"

Ye Xing's eyes flashed, and he glanced at the corpse of the big man on the ground with an indifferent gaze, then took eight steps on the devil's head and ran towards the woods ahead, continuing to look for the next target.

In the martial arts world of the Central Plains, it is an iron law that the weak will eat the strong. Every warrior has at least a few, even dozens, or hundreds of lives in his hands.

Of course, there must be good and bad warriors among them.

If he kills people randomly, he is no different from those murderous demons. Therefore, Ye Xing only kills people who can be killed. For example, if the big man just wanted to snatch the moon worship token from Ye Xing's hand, since he has evil intentions

, then he is not a kind person, and there will naturally be no psychological burden when killing him.

The cold wind blows, blowing the black clouds in the sky, covering the moonlight in the sky, and the night is as dark as ink.

In the next two or three hours, Ye Xing used the same method to kill more than a dozen third-level innate warriors and collected more than a dozen soul crystals before giving up.

Qingye Slope, in that small cave.

The light inside the cave is dim, and a beam of white light shines from the camera of the mobile phone.

There are dozens of light cyan soul crystals placed in front of Ye Xing, some are large and some are small, some are deep and some are shallow. Generally speaking, the soul crystals condensed by warriors with deeper cultivation will be darker in color and larger in shape.

.The lower the cultivation level of the warrior, the smaller the soul crystal condensed and the lighter the color.

Of course, regardless of their size or depth, these dozens of light cyan soul crystals all exude faint fluctuations in mental power.

"A dozen soul crystals are neither too many nor too little. They should be able to increase your mental power a lot. Start absorbing it!" Ye Xing's eyes revealed a trace of expectation, and he immediately picked up one of the soul crystals and started to take photos.

Soul**, misty black energy surged from the palms and fingers.

With the operation of the Soul Capture Mechanism, the cyan soul crystal in the palm began to continuously emit streams of light cyan light. The stream of light cyan light continuously penetrated into Ye Xing's palm, flowing down his arm.

Entering Ye Xing's body, heading towards his mind.

A thread, a wisp, a thread.

As he continued to absorb it, Ye Xing felt that his mental power was indeed increasing bit by bit.
Chapter completed!