Small town adventure

Chapter 484 Soul Breaking Art
"What's wrong with my master!" Zhang Yihan asked eagerly, looking at Uncle Qi with horror, and a cloud of mist instantly formed in his eyes.

Shui'er also has a deep affection for Daoist Qingyang, and she more or less saw what Uncle Seven meant, but now she just walked to Daoist Qingyang, squatted on the ground, and sobbed uncontrollably.

The old man's mood had just stabilized, and now seeing Daoist Qingyang in such a state, he naturally felt uncomfortable. He squatted aside, smoking a big cigarette pot again, his cloudy eyes were full of confusion.

Heizi also left the village at some point, he walked slowly to Taoist Priest Qingyang, stretched out his nose and sniffed him a few times, and let out a moaning sound, as if he was crying.

Seventh Master Uncle glanced at Daoist Qingyang, shook his head helplessly, and said sadly: "The three souls of the three souls and seven souls of the master master are all gone, it must be that he used his own three souls and condensed his whole body. Only the previous masters of Wudang Mountain would know how to use it. I vaguely remember the name of this spell. It is called the "Soul Breaking Art", and it is a very powerful spell. Once the caster uses this spell, he will surely die. First, the three souls will dissipate, and then the six souls will also leave the body within one day and one night. Once the three souls and seven souls are out of the body, even the patriarch can't be saved alive. As for whether the six souls can be rescued in the body, I have never heard of it, because since the opening of Wudang Mountain, we have never heard of it. I have never heard of any sect leader using this 'soul-breaking technique!" There may be a way to save it, but I don't know it, and I am really ashamed to say it..."

After Zhang Yihan listened to Seventh Master Uncle's explanation, it was as if she had been struck by lightning, as if her own soul was flying away, she only felt a buzzing in her head, followed by a staggering footstep, and then squatted on the ground, Wept bitterly.

At this time, Master Huicai walked over slowly, patted Zhang Yihan's shoulder lightly, and murmured: "Amitabha...Little Master Yizhen, everyone lives in peace with his destiny, and Daoist Qingyang lives for more than a lifetime." Doing good deeds, and dying for the sake of the common people in the world, will surely ascend to the Western Bliss, only hopeful, mournful and resigned..."

Seventh Master Uncle couldn't bear to look at Daoist Qingyang again, turned around slowly, and as soon as he closed his eyes, a few tears fell, one empty sleeve was blown gently by the wind, swaying from side to side, a thin figure From a distance, it seems to be much older, and it looks miserable.

After a long time, Zhang Yihan wiped away his tears, stood up angrily, and the ghost-slaying sword in his hand flashed purple light, and then it flourished. He looked in the direction of the two ghost boys in the village, gritted his teeth, and said a word. He paused and said: "I must kill those two ghost boys with this ghost-slaying and subduing-devil sword in my hand, so that I can relieve my hatred!"

As he said that, he drew up the Qi in his dantian, and ran towards the village as fast as flying!

Several people present were taken aback. They wanted to stop her, but it was too late. Zhang Yihan was already [-] meters away.

"Yi Zhen! You have to be careful!"

Uncle Seven yelled in a hoarse voice, and his face was even more bruised, but he was already disabled, and he couldn't help much if he went, it would only increase the troubles of others.

(End of this chapter)