Yu Moqian looked at him indifferently, with a pair of bloody pupils oozing abnormally.
He said, "What is your body used for?"
I have never seen a person's body so bizarre.
Half of the neck was broken, and there was no blood coming out.
What is even more frightening is that Yu Sanqian can still speak when he can see the trachea.
This kind of evil method will definitely hurt the heavens and the truth.
Yu Sanqian sneered, "You may have forgotten that before you died, I cut a handful of hair."
Yu Moqian was silent, he was recalling what happened at that time.
It was too confusing to remember clearly.
But it's true that his body and hair are very short.
What can his hair do
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 binds anger and sewed them into my body. ."
The consequence of this is that he can keep his body young through grievances.
But also very painful.
Because of insufficient yang, it is very unbearable when grievances kill each other.
Yu Moqian: "…"
Think of your own hair on this guy.
not feeling well.
Kind of disgusting.
Yu Moqian reached out to snap his neck.
I plan to pull out the hair on his body and burn it.
Yu Sanqian grimaced, "You think you can kill me? Dream about it, I could kill you a hundred years ago, and I can still do it today."
Yu Moqian didn't speak, and he couldn't speak either.
He was almost unable to hold the peach wood sword.
Once let go, or the wrist disappears, then the peach wood sword will kill her completely.
A little bit, the ghost qi 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 the unjust soul came out from Yu Sanqian's neck.
The black air was bubbling up, making Yu Sanqian look even more terrifying.
He sneered, suddenly tore off the jade pendant from his waist, and the jade pendant squeaked.
Yu Mo moved his hands and shook his head, causing severe pain in his head.
He was exhausted, the peach wood sword in his hand loosened, the sword emitted a golden light, and plunged into Yu Moqian's body fiercely.
His body began to dissipate into blobs of light.
Yu Moqian's pupils were dull 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 the body of pure yang, you are not an ant in my hand, I found another body of pure yang, as long as I kill her and integrate her flesh and blood into my body, I will can live forever.”
It is the flesh and blood of the real body of pure yang.
rather than a handful of hair.
With so much pure yang energy, he will definitely be able to completely overwhelm the ghost's resentment.
That way he won't suffer any pain.
Yu Moqian's eyes widened, and his pupils were filled with 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 he was powerless.
This obsession was deeply rooted in his heart.
In the empty air, he completely disappeared.
And some of the uncontrollable souls with physical bodies have already broken into the front yard.
And into the hall.
The real ghosts are extremely terrifying, stumbling and stumbling like zombies, with blue-grey faces, prominent pupils, and black and long fingernails.
My cousin is still arguing with my third uncle, "We should get rid of all these feudal things. What's the use of keeping so many useless ceremonies."
Third Uncle: "Something useful, it can prevent ghosts from entering."