The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Chapter 296.
The bed curtain embroidered with flying clouds and snow suddenly shook.

A hand stretched out.

He was a rather thin young man, with a haggard and pale appearance in his handsome appearance.

But at this moment, his face was changing rapidly, there was a cloud of blackness between his brows, his expression was bewildered for a while, and ferocious and resentful for a while.

He held the side of the bed with his hand, his body was trembling violently, causing the bed curtain to shake. After a long time, the tassels on it stabilized, drooped down, and stopped shaking.

The night was very quiet, only the sound of violent breathing and heartbeat, and the sound of night bugs coming from outside the door.

The young man suddenly laughed maniacally, but fortunately he suppressed his voice, and he never called the waiter to come in to check the situation.

His pale complexion quickly turned rosy.

With invisible energy flowing into the body, the originally weak body quickly became stronger.

"It's okay, it's okay, back then, the deity took a fancy to this body with nine yin and soul fusion, and used the method of turning the soul."

"This vengeance, I have recorded it!"

He exhaled deeply, his body was destroyed by terror, his soul was shattered, he took out his soul and searched for it over and over again, until finally it was thrown away like a piece of useless garbage, torn to shreds and burned with unstoppable power .

The sense of hopelessness and helplessness is indelible.

The him at this moment is Mu Sheng.

The reason why ghost cultivators are feared is not only because they tend to degenerate into evil cultivators, but also because of such weird and fantastic methods.

Mu Sheng traveled around the world more than ten years ago, and saw the newborn son of this ordinary and wealthy family. It is clear that the fetus is the most pure when it is born, and the innate energy has not dissipated, but it can be seen that there are pure ghosts haunting it. gas.

After careful inspection, I found out that this child is the body of Nine Yins Melting Soul, an excellent seed for practicing ghost art, and his talent is even far superior to his own.

He succeeded to the position of sect master not long ago, but there is no shortage of successors, and he became jealous of him.

This child comes from an ordinary family, and the soul-melting body will cover up the spiritual root, making it impossible to find it. If he can't walk on the road of cultivating immortals, he will only be affected by this constitution and become weak physically, and he will not live to be ten years old.

Mu Sheng just planted one of his own soul-seeds to protect him to live a hundred years.

Of course it's not a big show of kindness, after all, the soul seed can only condense one of his skills in a lifetime, and the three souls and seven souls will be taken away from one soul and three souls.

But at the moment when the soul-seed was planted, the child was already another self. As long as the main body fell, the sleeping soul-seed would wake up one month later, use the ghost to move the soul, and rebirth.

Because the child died young, he had to go through the formalities for his life, and the soul-seed had cured his body for more than ten years. Only by taking this child away could he hide the secret and use the life wheel of others to live again.

So in the hands of those masters, I really fell once, even if I counted, I would not reveal the slightest flaw.

It all depends on my second life!
Mu Sheng got up, his eyes were extremely gloomy.

Ghost Xiusi controls the power of the soul, so there are many means for him to save his life!
Now I need to restore my strength as soon as possible by using the remaining body power in the one soul and three souls, and swallow the power of the soul with the soul-melting body.

A black token flickered in his hand, and his scarlet snake eyes were surprisingly captivating.

Great, great!
This secret transmission at the end of the day, I can go at this moment.

Mu Sheng's eyes projected a fierce light that seemed to be real.

If he doesn't take revenge, he will feel uneasy!
………………

Pei Xihe rode on the blue black boat and leaped towards Ten Thousand Mountains.

She threw a bunch of high-grade spirit stones into the magic circle that activated the spirit weapon. The power of the magic circle seeped out to refine the spirit stones, and the pure spirit energy was drawn from them to maintain the flight.

Leaning against the side of the boat, his eyes are a little pale.

The surrounding clouds are like strands of silk, blown away by the extremely fast wind, and fluttering in the air.

She stretched out her hand and swung among the clouds and mists. After a long time, she felt a little wet. The wind was fierce, but it couldn't damage her strong body.

She seems to have a good bloodline, a strong physical body, a celestial spiritual root, an unrivaled Dao scripture, and a unique inheritance of the Dao of the Sword.

But just like at this moment when Pei Xihe stretched out his hand, the cloud escaped from between his fingers.

Although good things are precious, they need to be truly and firmly held in the palm of your hand.

The flying boat made a rumbling sound, she withdrew her hand, and looked at two thatched huts and a wooden house looming in the depths of the cloud and mist, she put aside her messy thoughts, and a little joy appeared in her eyes.

With a touch of her toes, she landed on the cloud-covered rock, and the huge blue boat behind her was glowing with spiritual light, gradually shrinking in size, and finally turned into a pocket-sized boat, with blue light permeating the outside, It turned into a cyan bead and was put away.

"Dangkang."

A green-skinned piglet rushed out of the clouds and fell into Pei Xihe's arms.

She frowned, holding Heng Ji in her arms with one hand, and stroking her smooth back with the other.

"Dangkang."

Heng Hao happily rubbed the back of her hand, twisting his neck.

Pei Xihe held it and knocked on Zhao Hanfeng's door.

"Back? Come in."

He knew that he was a young apprentice without any investigation, and he would just make a loud noise when he was called Zhao Qingtang, and then pushed the door open and entered.

Pei Xihe got Zhao Hanfeng's consent.

Pushing open the door made of grass, I saw my master sitting on a futon.

"Can you get something?"

Before he left, Pei Xihe told him that he would go to the dark pavilion to obtain relevant information.

She nodded, with some inexplicable sharpness in her eyes.

"According to the information I have received, Tuer speculates that I am [-]% sure."

This is actually a certainty.

Zhao Hanfeng was sitting on an ordinary futon, with his right hand resting on his chin, without the slightest appearance of an expert.

Pei Xihe was silent for a while.

"Master, this disciple is puzzled."

Zhao Hanfeng removed the hand supporting his chin, straightened his waist, and straightened his expression.

"You said."

"Is it better to have more?"

There was a lingering doubt between her brows.

He stretched out his right hand, the palm of his hand was extremely bright.

The infinite spiritual power, the magical power of seeding demons, the ghostly shadows projected by the three heavenly spiritual roots, the real fire of the sun, the clear moonlight, and the sharp blade.

Every force has an extraordinary terrifying power.

Looking at it, Zhao Hanfeng knew what kind of confusion she was in.

"It's not necessarily bad, but it's not necessarily good."

He stood up.

"My Nine Yin Knife has actually collected nine completely different kinds of mystical and mysterious Yin Sha from the heaven and the earth, but you have also seen every time I make a knife, is there any disagreement?"

Pei Xihe raised her head, of course she didn't.

It even made her unable to see the difference between the nine different yin evil spirits. Thinking about it carefully, I am afraid that only those who bear the knife will feel the changes of the nine levels, and they are completely integrated.

"Because they have a core, which is myself, and likewise, yourself, and they are held in your hands."

There was a little understanding in Pei Xihe's eyes, which lit up like stars in an instant.

Whether it is twins or mutual restraint, they are connected because they exist in one body.

Zhao Hanfeng was facing Pei Xihe, his eyes met, and the latter seemed to see a vast sea of ​​stars from his eyes.

"If you want to integrate into one body, use yourself as a melting pot, let you forge, and create your own way."

(End of this chapter)