He immediately took out the Heavenly Dao Talisman from the box, and countless Heavenly Dao Talisman flew into the formation.
Stick it on the forehead of those real ghosts.
Specter's body began to burn.
Yu Moqian's face was expressionless, as if those burning ghosts were not worth mentioning to him at all.
But every time a thread is broken, his soul body becomes transparent, and the peach wood sword advances.
Li Gui followed one after another, under the control of Yu Moqian, desperately trying to hit the periphery of the expanding formation.
Yu Moqian followed slowly.
His pale, slender fingers twisted from too much force.
it's painful.
But Yu Moqian got used to it.
A hundred years to kill ghosts, a hundred years to fight with a pen alone.
He is very tired.
Bai Weiwei brought him out of that hell, as if casting a ray of light into his dark world.
Yu Moqian smiled, she was alone on the ghost road.
I don't know if I'm afraid.
The formation began to weaken.
After all, the Heavenly Dao Talisman is limited, and the speed cannot kill all the ghosts with entities.
In the end, the periphery of the formation was broken a little bit.
Yu Moqian closed his eyes, pursed his lips, his feet floated in the air, and then he stretched his hand back and grabbed the blade of the peach wood sword, and the hot fireworks began to melt his fingers.
He doesn't care either.
Then, under Yu Sanqian's shocked eyes, he forcibly pulled the peach wood sword out of his body despite the danger of losing his mind.
The peach wood sword brought out a splendid light.
But the black wound on his chest could not heal.
Yu Moqian carried the peach wood sword that could kill him, and plunged into the gap around the formation.
The formation was shaken, making a violent noise.
Start to break apart.
Yu Moqian's fingers firmly grasped the peach wood sword.
Taomujian struggled desperately to kill Yu Moqian.
Under such wrestling, more than half of his body was transparent.
When Yu Sanqian raised his hand, there were hundreds of Heavenly Dao Talismans and a gossip siege formation.
But Yu Moqian held the peach wood sword and walked forward step by step.
The Heavenly Dao Talisman penetrated into his body, except to make him transparent, it could not stop his footsteps.
Siege formation is a joke.
This formation was created by him a hundred years ago.
Yu Sanqian had forgotten.
To besiege him with his formation
Yu Moqian laughed coldly and finally walked in front of Yu Sanqian.
He reached out to grab Yu Sanqian, but his fingers went through his neck.
Forgot, he is not an entity now.
So there is no way to get in touch with living people.
Except for Bai Weiwei, he could not meet anyone.
Yu Moqian didn't breathe either, but he still made a sigh.
After staying with Bai Weiwei for a long time, he also became stupid.
Yu Moqian didn't bother, but raised his hand and a ghostly energy appeared.
The ghost energy bound Yu Sanqian.
This cousin has poor qualifications.
No one paid him any attention back then.
Not to mention Yu Moqian, there is really no common language between Heaven's Chosen One and an extremely talented student scum.
I just think this cousin speaks nicely and gets along well.
Emotions are okay too.
I didn't expect Yu Sanqian to be so powerful, and the ghost hunting skills were not the main thing.
The most important thing is to win people's hearts.
Yu Sanqian's efforts to win over people's hearts are really powerful.
Otherwise, he would not be able to encourage everyone to suppress him in that place.
After all, he is also the uncle of the master, the successor that the older generation in the sect personally recognized.
The ghost energy in Yu Moqian's hand turned into a sharp blade and began to cut Yu Sanqian's neck.
Yu Sanqian's expression was extremely distorted.
He shouted: "Yu Moqian, I admit that you are powerful, but you are destined to lose your soul, and I am still the head of Tiandaomen."