Chapter 1725 The Spirit Behind the Little Celestial Master (72)

Yu Moqian looked at him indifferently, his blood pupils were extremely piercing.

He said, "What did your body use?"

I have never seen a person's body be so weird.

Half of the neck was broken, and there was no blood coming out.

What was even more frightening was that the trachea could be seen, and Yu Sanqian could still speak.

This kind of evil method must be harmful to nature and reason.

Yu Sanqian sneered, "You may have forgotten that before you died, I cut off a handful of hair."

Yu Moqian was silent, he was recalling what happened at that time.

Too confusing to remember clearly.

But his body, short hair is true.

What can he do with his hair?

Yu Sanqian: "You have a body of pure yang, and your hair also has a lot of pure yang energy. I used your hair to capture the souls of many ghosts, and then weaved them into a net that restrains anger and sewed them into my body. .”

The consequence of this is that he can continue to pass through resentment and keep his body young.

But it was also painful.

Because of insufficient yang energy, it is very unbearable when resentment kills each other.

Yu Moqian: "..."

Think of your own hair on this guy.

not feeling well.

Kind of disgusting.

Yu Moqian reached out to break his neck.

He planned to pull out the hair on his body and burn it.

Yu Sanqian's face turned ferocious, "You think you can kill me? Just dream, I could kill you a hundred years ago, and I can still do it today."

Yu Moqian didn't speak, and neither could he.

He was almost unable to hold the mahogany sword.

Once she let go, or her wrist disappeared, the peach wood sword would kill her completely.

Little by little, the ghost energy formed a sharp blade and cut Yu Moqian's neck.

Just when there is only a layer of skin left on the neck.

The resentment of a wronged soul emerged from Yu Sanqian's neck.

The steaming black air made Yu Sanqian look even more terrifying.

He sneered, and suddenly tore off the jade pendant around his waist, and the jade pendant made a sound.

Yu Mo shook his hand, and his scalp ached sharply.

He was exhausted all over, and the peach wood sword in his hand loosened, and the sword shone with golden light, piercing hard into Yu Moqian's body.

His body began to disintegrate into points of light.

Yu Moqian's pupils were dim and dull, like glass beads that had lost their vitality.

His hand disappeared.

The body also began to disappear.

Yu Sanqian laughed loudly, "What are you with a pure yang body? You are not an ant in my hand. I found another pure yang body. As long as I kill her and integrate her flesh and blood into my body, I will live forever.”

It is the flesh and blood of a real pure yang body.

rather than a handful of hair.

With so much pure yang energy, he would definitely be able to completely overwhelm the ghost's resentment.

Then he wouldn't suffer any pain.

Yu Moqian's eyes widened, pupils full of murderous intent.

But this was the last trace of his anger.

He thought of Bai Weiwei, this was his last obsession.

She is in danger.

But there was nothing he could do.

This obsession is deeply rooted in his heart.

In the empty air, he completely disappeared.

Some of the ghosts with physical bodies that lost control have already broken into the front yard.

There is also access to the lobby.

The ghost of the entity is extremely terrifying, stumbling like a zombie, with a gray face, protruding pupils, and long black and long fingernails.

The cousin was still arguing with the third uncle, "We should get rid of all these feudal things, what's the use of keeping so many useless rituals."

Third Uncle: "It's useful, it can prevent ghosts from entering."