Chapter 1714 The Spirit Behind the Little Celestial Master (61)

The golden light mixed with uncontrollable ghost energy caused the response of the imperial gate's defensive formation.

Some white rays of light appeared, trying to capture these terrifying attacks.

But it was crushed by the golden power.

And the head of the Tiandao Sect who was sitting in the bamboo curtain suddenly trembled all over, and the jade pendant hanging on his waist also let out a clear and clear chirping sound.

He reached out and grabbed the air fiercely, grabbing a bit of golden power.

This feeling, this familiar formation.

This is from Tiandaomen.

The remnants of the golden formation were mixed with an incomparably cold ghostly aura.

The headmaster suddenly thought of something, his face twisted for a moment, this familiar feeling, could it be... him?

Impossible, he was suppressed.

Impossible to be here.

The disciple next to the master asked worriedly, "Master, what's wrong?"

The master shook his head, "A big event is going to happen here."

If Yu Moqian had escaped from the oppressive formation, it was very reasonable for him to appear here.

Because he wants revenge.

Yu Moqian must know that he is still alive using some kind of secret method.

Back then, he was the one who led people and threw him into the eyes of the formation. He must have come for revenge the first time he came out.

The head, that is, Yu Sanqian stood up slowly, "Bring me my box."

No matter where he goes, his box never leaves his body.

A look of shock flashed across the disciple's face, after all, he needed to use the box.

Yu Sanqian's face was indifferent. Back then he was able to kill Yu Moqian, but this time he was even more able to beat him to death.

——

The golden light rushed into the backyard, and the talisman on the door of the Emperor's Daomen trembled fiercely.

Want to resist this force.

But it was torn apart by the golden light spots.

The light spot broke into the room and caught Bai Weiwei's breath.

And Yu Moqian, who was beside the hall, suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of black shiny black pupils had been filled with bloody red.

His thin lips were as gorgeous as fresh blood, and his expression did not have a trace of the usual immature softness.

"found it."

He said softly, with an indescribably terrifying tone.

He turned around and ran towards the backyard, at terrifying speed.

The rest of the people only saw a black shadow flash by, and thought they were dazzled.

The third uncle was also holding a small flower pot, "It's agreed to eat it raw, you will definitely become famous, and I will make a short video for you."

The cousin had a pale face, her face was swollen from the beating, but the third uncle kept laughing at her while holding a flower pot.

We are all relatives, so we can't be so partial to Bai Weiwei.

The cousin was about to get angry when she saw a black shadow flashing past. She also thought she was dazzled. After all, this speed is not something humans can achieve.

No Olympic sprint champion has this inhuman speed.

So she rubbed her eyes.

The third uncle said, "Did you see a ghost?"

The cousin sneered, "There are no ghosts in this world, only the older generation believes in this."

The third uncle smiled and said nothing.

——

Bai Weiwei was strangled by a rope into a rice dumpling, her mouth was covered with tape, and she was dragged into a room.

In the room, a young man twitching continuously was breathing black air.

Is this burnt?

Bai Weiwei said to the system: "So I will be drained of blood?"

System: "Your body of pure yang was bumped into by plane crossing. Your aptitude is very good. You don't need to bleed dry. It is estimated that you can suppress the wronged soul and save that brat just now."

Bai Weiwei: "It's not important, there are many ghosts in the place I was thrown into later?"

System: "Isn't this nonsense? There are more than a bunch. You count the number of ghosts caught for hundreds of years. Even if many ghosts are wiped out, the remaining ghosts are all very powerful."