The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

Chapter 9

As for Yan Qiao, in less than 2 minutes, most of the surrounding black air was sucked away by the demon bipolar jade, and only a small part of the black air disappeared into the darkness.

In the darkness, a pair of blood-colored eyes stared closely at the demonic bipolar jade floating in the air.

It doesn't know what it is, but it instinctively feels that this thing should be a great supplement to it.

Otherwise, it would have been furious because of the black air being sucked away. It has no anger in its heart at this moment, but only a desire for the demon bipolar jade.

A trace of greed flashed in its blood-red eyes, and it opened its mouth and spat out a stream of black air towards Yan Qiao.

But it was blocked by the spiritual shield rising around her, without touching her at all.

The clear spiritual energy shield was covered with twisted ghost faces, constantly climbing up and biting.

When the monster hiding in the dark saw the opportunity, it pounced on it and opened its mouth wide, as if it was determined to swallow the Demonic Spirit's Bipolar Jade into its mouth.

Yan Qiao snorted coldly and waved directly, and the Demonic Spirit Bipolar Jade fell straight into her hands.

"Roar!"

The monster saw that what was in his mouth became someone else's, and the anger in his heart soared.

It soared into the air, and the black air emanating from its open bloody mouth was even worse.

Yan Qiao could clearly see that there were wisps of deep resentment mixed with this black air.

This resentment does not seem to originate from itself, but more like it has swallowed something and gradually accumulated.

Looking at the grimace intent on gnawing at her spiritual shield, she gradually had an idea in her heart.

This monster probably swallowed the floating souls around it, so the black energy it cultivated was still mixed with resentment.

Yan Qiao slapped the Yukong Talisman on his body, and his figure rose steeply from the ground, standing in the air in front of the monster.

Holding the spirit sword tightly in his right hand, he turned his wrist and saw a hint of purple flowing on the sword's edge.

But in an instant, the surrounding black energy completely dissipated under the spirit sword.

Seeing that the black energy was directly destroyed, the monster was filled with anger. With a roar, balls of black energy were about to pounce on her.

Yan Qiao dodged the black energy and directly raised his spiritual sword and rushed towards the monster.

The monster waved its tentacles behind it, and there was a ghostly face at the front of each tentacle, with dark eyes staring at her closely.

Yan Qiao held the spirit sword in the air and dexterously avoided the monster's tentacle attack.

However, the thousands of sword qi that were fired poured down towards the monster like a purple waterfall.

The monster who received these thousands of sword qi roared in pain and trembled in various ways.

The black air on his body was like a volcanic eruption, constantly bubbling out and smashing to the ground.

The black air that fell on the ground dissipated in a short while, leaving only the scorched ground that had been eroded by the black air.

The monster was injured by thousands of sword energies, and the tentacles behind it were even worse.

But in an instant, countless tentacles covered the sky and grabbed Yan Qiao.

But the monster itself wanted to retreat quickly.

This is the moment Yan Qiao has been waiting for.

She quickly threw out a talisman, made a Lihuo Jue, and casually swatted at the tentacle that had flown in front of her.

There was a "buzz" sound, like gas suddenly catching fire. The dense network formed by countless tentacles immediately caught fire before it even touched Yan Qiao.

Yan Qiao flew back quickly.

The monster's tentacles were burned by the fire and made a "squeaking" sound, mixed with countless grievances and screams, like a hell on earth.

Mo Ziyan was stunned by the sound, and his hair stood on end. He put his hands on the door in front of him, and he didn't move for a long time.

Those were all innocent souls eaten by monsters. They were burned by Lihuo, escaped from the monster's control, separated from its body, and struggled to fall to the ground.

Yan Qiao didn't even look at those innocent souls, and went straight to the depths of the courtyard, where the monster itself was.

The spell pasted on the door had already worked, and the monster couldn't leave the courtyard at all.

Seeing people chasing him, the monster finally stopped trying to escape, and turned to look at Yan Qiao.

"Why are you chasing me?"

Xu hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, and there was a hint of stiffness in the monster's voice.

Yan Qiao stood hanging in the air, holding a spirit sword, looking down at the monster below, as if with a touch of holiness.

"Of course someone paid for it."

The monster's blood-red eyes glanced at the spirit sword in Yan Qiao's hand, and said, "As long as you don't kill me, no matter whether you want fame or fortune, I can give you double."

Yan Qiao did not answer its words and directly took back the spiritual sword in his hand.

When the monster saw her put away the spiritual sword in her hand, she thought she had persuaded the human in front of her to let it go.

It could feel that the threat brought by the spirit sword was gone, and with a move in its heart, it turned its head and opened its bloody mouth towards Yan Qiao.

Yan Qiao's expression remained unchanged and he formed seals with his hands.

In an instant, Tiangang dropped suddenly, five thunders struck the top, and struck the monster on the head.

In the end, the monster didn't even get close to her, and dissipated into the air, turning into a cloud of dust.

The monster was split into countless black smoke and scattered into countless wronged souls.

In the black smoke, another thing was shiny and black, floating in the air.

Even five thunderbolts failed to chop it into pieces, which shows that this thing must be a treasure.

Yan Qiao smiled slightly, turned over and took out a box, and waved to the thing with one hand. The shiny black thing immediately fell into the box obediently.

She raised her right hand, gathered spiritual power from her fingertips and drew a few times in the air, and a restriction fell on the box out of thin air.

Yan Qiao couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the countless innocent souls on the ground wailing and screaming.

This monster is actually just a touch of curse power that has gone through thousands of changes. It may have been a little chance by chance to open up its wisdom.

In the end, he was trapped in the courtyard and devoured the evil spirits of wronged souls. Not only that, it could also attract the surrounding ghosts and evil spirits to come over, making him become more and more powerful.

But there are currently so many wronged souls and resentful spirits. If they cannot be dealt with quickly and allowed to disperse, I am afraid it will be a big trouble.

Moreover, some innocent souls have been demonized by this curse that has opened their spiritual intelligence. If not stopped, they may become second monsters.

Thinking of this, Yan Qiao sighed again. She didn't expect that she would be able to send ghosts to hell in this life.

A golden light suddenly flashed in her eyes, and she tore a gap in the air with her bare hands.

But the darkness that swallowed everything emerged from the corner of the cave that tore apart the body, and a huge cold air flow in the darkness rushed towards his face.

She didn't want to take a trip to the underworld, so she had no choice but to work hard for Black and White Wuchang.

Yan Qiao waved to the whining souls, rolled them into a ball and stuffed them into the open gap.

Finally, he raised his hand and closed the gap that had been torn apart.

Feeling a large breath of soul, Black and White Wuchang who came with him couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth when he saw the ghosts scattered all over the ground.

(End of this chapter)