Legend of Beast Souls

Among these villagers, there are also some people whose faces are full of sorrow. The families of the soul hunters who should have died in the Yalda Valley this time. Naturally, because of their loss, the spirit beast spirits obtained this time

The soul is also extremely bleak.

In front of the villagers were three middle-aged men holding weapons, and their knives and axes were all inlaid with ordinary-looking stones. Ling Yu recognized them. The one holding the knives was named Wu Yong, and he was the soul hunting team of this village.

Captain. The two people holding axes are also members of the soul hunting team, Zhang Mingyuan and Guo Yinan.

The three of them are the most powerful in the village, and they are also the three who only possess Horcruxes except Ling Yu. At this time, they each hold weapons and look at the bandits in front of them with vigilance. They don't need to fight with the bandits, just

Try your best to protect the safety of the villagers.

The village chief is an old man with white hair. Because of his good relationship with Ling Qingsheng, he has been a guest at Ling Yu's house in the past few years. Ling Yu recognizes him and thinks that the village chief is also a good and charitable person.

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At this time, as the village chief, he had to step forward.

"King Ma, this time our village's soul hunting team going to the Yalda Valley encountered a Black Ridge Tiger attack. Eight members of our village have died, so... the spirit beast essence we got this time was not

A lot." The old village chief's face turned a little pale. Facing the murderous bandits, he would be lying if he said he wasn't afraid.

Maybe in just the blink of an eye, he would die under Ma Yun's knife.

"Oh~" Ma Yun pretended to understand and nodded: "But this is none of my business. According to the rules over the years, handing in ten spirit beast essences can ensure that your village is safe for a year.

."

It seems like ten, but in the market, one first-level spirit beast essence can buy ten thousand gold coins. Ten spirit beast essences are the expenses of their village for a year. Moreover, the spirits they captured this time

There are only twelve beast spirits.

"King Ma, do you think you can be accommodating? We didn't capture many spirit beasts this time, can we have less..."

"No." Ma Yun firmly rejected the village chief's proposal, raised the curve in his hand and said with a smile: "If you want less, that's fine. If you want one less, I'll trade the lives of ten people in your village. Ten is okay."

Not many, I just don’t know if there are a hundred people in Chengyang Village who want to die so quickly?”

"One hundred people..." Although Ling Yu was a killer in his previous life, his cold-blooded nature has not changed much in this world. But when he heard Ma Yun easily say that he killed a hundred people, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

The moving expression.

He frowned slightly. It was roughly estimated that there were only more than 500 people in Chengyang Village. It was absolutely impossible to send one-fifth of the people to be slaughtered by him at once.

For the village chief, it is impossible to sacrifice the life of one person, let alone a hundred villagers. Finally, the village chief gritted his teeth: "Okay! Zhang Shuquan, go get ten spirit beast essences and give them to

Give it to King Ma."

"Hey, that's nonsense. When I come next year, I don't want to hear so much nonsense anymore." Ma Yun took the ten spherical crystals from Zhang Shuquan's hand and put them all into the cloth belt on the side. And from that heavy

It can also be seen from the cloth belt that there must be a lot of collected spirit beast essences in it.

The spherical crystal was as big as a thumb, and glowed with different lights. This was also the first time Ling Yu saw the spirit beast's spirit.

"Brothers, let's go." Ma Yun pulled the reins and left the village entrance with the bandit dozens of meters behind him, gradually disappearing on the mountain road.

Ling Yu also felt that the world was really chaotic.

Strength may really mean everything in this world. If there was a person with the same strength as Ma Yun in Chengyang Village, he might not be bullied like this.

This time, Chengyang Village not only suffered heavy losses when going to the Yalda Valley, but in the end only two spirit beast spirits were left behind. In this case, in the next year, Chengyang Village will have to live frugally and live on its laurels.

There is sadness on every villager's face. They have just experienced misfortune and were blackmailed by bandits, so they will naturally feel uncomfortable. But for them, the lower class of the empire, they can only eat and suffer this kind of loss.

Then forget about it.

Seeing the villagers gradually dispersing, Ling Yu did not feel sad about these misfortunes. After living in the village for two years, he could only say that after staying in Ling Qingsheng's hut for two years, he had not yet put himself into the world.

He was completely integrated into the village, and he did not regard the surrounding villagers as a part of his life.

Some are just sympathetic.

"Your name is Ling Yu?" Suddenly, a little boy who looked older than Ling Yu blocked his way. Ling Yu was also very surprised. Is there anyone in this village who knows him? Looking at the little boy's appearance

The tiger-headed, dark-skinned face seemed angry at what had just happened.

The little boy, who was only seven or eight years old, stopped Ling Yu and said, "My name is Zhang Feng, do you have a Horcrux?"

Ling Yu looked at the beast soul ring in his hand. It turned out that even a child of seven or eight years old knew about Horcruxes here. He nodded to Zhang Feng. He didn't know what Zhang Feng wanted to do.

"That's great..." When the little boy Zhang Feng saw the ring in Ling Yu's hand, his face was full of envy. Perhaps deep down in his heart, everyone longs to have a Horcrux of their own, especially these newborns.

Children of the calf, they have the ambition to defend the world and the pride that overwhelms everything.

Perhaps, this heroic ambition will slowly disappear as he grows older. Ling Yu recalled his previous life, and he didn't have such an idea when he was a child. But in the end, it became a killing tool without any human life.

Emotional killer.

Ling Yu waited for Zhang Feng's words to come back to his senses. In just a moment, Zhang Feng patted Ling Yu on the shoulder and said: "Since you have a Horcrux, you should practice with us."

"Then what?" Ling Yu felt a little funny in his heart, but he had to pretend to be the same size as these children and accompany them to dream about saving the world. And what Zhang Feng said was not what Ling Yu expected.

"Then, when we grow up, we will defend the village, protect the fellow villagers, and defeat the bandits."

"Oh..." Apart from nodding, Ling Yu couldn't think of anything to say to deal with this innocent child. If they can defend the village through their own cultivation, then why is it that after decades, the village is still oppressed by bandits? Or

He said that only a miracle occurred in their village before they could say such words as defeating the bandits.

If you're lucky, even if you capture twenty spirit beast essences every year, you still have to hand over ten to the bandits to keep them safe. The remaining ten can only be exchanged for one hundred thousand gold coins, which can only cover the village's expenses for one year.

How can they still have the financial resources to hire soul masters to make soul weapons for them? Even if they do, the spirit beast soul energy they provide is only one or two levels.

Compared with those strong men in the outside world, they are too weak. They are not worth mentioning at all. Ling Yu just heard that the soul element on Ma Yun's Scimitar Horcrux belongs to the fourth-level spirit beast.

Just one fourth-level spirit beast, the Black Ridge Tiger, cost half of the village's soul hunting team. Let alone capture it and obtain its soul essence. Therefore, from the beginning of cultivation, the people in the village did not know how to compare to that mountain.

How much lower is the thief?

Just when Ling Yu wanted to leave, Li Feng said: "If you are a man, then practice with us!"

At this time, many boys of the same size as him gradually came behind Li Feng. They all looked at the beast soul ring in Ling Yu's hand with envy.

"Ling Yu, you will definitely be one of the best men in our village from now on. If you don't practice with us, you would be so sorry for your Horcrux." A little boy who came over also said.

"Yes, yes." The little boys around him have gradually surrounded Ling Yu, with pleading and affirmation in their eyes. It seems that Ling Yu has to agree today. The insult suffered by the village, in the eyes of these children,

It was a great shame and humiliation. Ling Yu, the owner of the Horcrux, was an indispensable talent among their group of village guards.

Ling Yu smiled bitterly in his heart, but thought that maybe he was not alone in this village. He also remembered what the girl Sun Xin said to him in his previous life. "Why live in a cold world? As long as everyone is willing to discover, life

In fact, they are all good. It depends on whether you are willing to accept it.' "Okay." Ling Yu nodded. Seeing the excitement of all the boys, he also raised the corners of his mouth slightly. In fact, he was not cold at all.

This thing just lacks heat.

Since there is so much heat around him, why would he keep away from others? Maybe he can teach these children some fighting skills, which will be of some use to them in the future.

"Ling Yu, we will go to your home to find you tomorrow and let me teach you how to practice!" Zhang Feng smiled at Ling Yu.

Ling Yu just nodded and walked home again. He really wanted to know how these children practiced. It should be of great help to him in understanding the cultivation of this world.

But the facts disappointed him. On the next day, Ling Yu was taken by the group of children to a forest some distance from the village. There, Zhang Feng immediately showed the appearance of a strict master and pointed at a tree that was not

The thick willow tree shouted at Ling Yu: "Ling Yu, punch here."

"Ah?" Ling Yu was a little confused. Is cultivation just about beating this willow tree?

"Stop grinding, fight." Zhang Feng shouted again. Immediately afterwards, the other ten children also found the willow tree where they were practicing and waved their fists. The willow tree did not waver, but their faces showed pain.

Perhaps, these children were very dedicated in order to defend the village, even though their fists were already somewhat broken. Under Zhang Feng's 'strict' supervision, Ling Yu had no choice but to punch the willow tree.

The willow tree moved. Although it was only slightly shaking, compared to the group of children, the force he exerted was undoubtedly the greatest. In fact, Ling Yu knew in his heart that he only used 30% of his strength in this punch.