Creation of Animals in the Extermination of Corpses and Ghosts in Xiangxi

The grave was covered with dark clouds, bringing Gongshi Jiejie with a strange smile. In the dark clouds, Gongshi’s head appeared and disappeared. Looking at Wang Xianqiao on the grave, the golden-eyed Gongshi seemed to be looking at a dying person. Same, no expression at all.

"Pfft!" Master Gong opened his mouth, and a stream of black air struck Wang Xianqiao like a sharp sword. Wang Xianqiao bit his teeth, and with a snort sound, he quickly rolled towards one side. Master Gong with golden eyes laughed loudly. He proudly said: "Where do you think you can escape to, trapped by my tribute technique, going to the sky and entering the earth, it is the time of death!"

After speaking, he opened his mouth again, and the black air shot away like a cloud of black clouds, surging towards Wang Xianqiao like a thousand layers of air waves. Wang Xianqiao didn't dare to be careless. A purple finger was released, and suddenly the sun was shining, breaking through the thousand layers of black air, and the entire palm was operated, and the purple air was permeating.

Wang Xianqiao uttered a clear cry, raised his head again, and waved his fingers lightly. The fingers immediately turned into auspicious colors, like sharp purple air knives, and stabbed towards Master Gong.

"Puff puff."

The purple glow that entered into the black air was all wilted immediately, and was swallowed by the black air. The golden-eyed tribute master was slightly taken aback, and blurted out: "How did this thing get into your hands?"

"Hmph!" Wang Xianqiao had no intention of joking anymore at this time, life and death were at stake, so let's pass this test first.

"Good thing." Master Gong sighed softly, "If my guess is right, this should be the strange treasure Qiankun Qingguang Ring that has been missing for a long time, but I didn't expect it to fall into your hands. Unworthy! Hand it over."

"Grandpa has a lot of good things in his hands, you'll know later," Wang Xianqiao shouted, his hands didn't stop at all, and rays of light shot up into the sky, illuminating the black sky very beautifully.

laugh.A ray of colorful clouds finally tore through the curtain released by Master Gong, with a scream, suddenly a ghost fell from mid-air, turning into a ball of blood, Master Gong's face changed continuously, and he shouted sharply: "How dare you hurt me?" Ming Ding!"

First, Wang Xianqiao broke the five poisonous head lowering technique, and then injured Yi Mingding. At this time, Master Gong was bleeding in his heart. If he didn't kill Wang Xianqiao, it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart at this time.

However, if Wang Xianqiao died, the Qiankun Qingguang Ring would be his own, and on balance, he would still have something to gain.

The golden-eyed tribute master gave a clear whistle, and in the black air, a wolf-headed monster came out and slowly approached Wang Xianqiao. The ground trembled slightly, and the surrounding black mist rolled more intensely. The ring turned into a dazzling glow, and a large purple blade rushed towards the monster, bang!With a crisp sound, the monster was hit by the rays of light, seemed to be injured, and fled towards the black mist.

"Sure enough, it's the Qiankun Qingguang Ring!" The golden-eyed tribute master was sure of his thoughts, his eyes were as black as a deep pool, his breath was like a cow, and countless black air rolled up, approaching Wang Xianqiao, the light of the Qiankun Qingguang Ring in Wang Xianqiao's hand gradually Suppressed by the black air, the light became weaker and weaker.

"Hahaha!" The Golden-Eyed Tribute laughed wildly, exhaling black air continuously, and the black air that covered the sky and the sun enveloped Wang Xianqiao impenetrably, and the light of the Qiankun Qingguang Ring became more and more dim, just like being in the dark. An inconspicuous ray of light, and it keeps disappearing.

"Scratch!" With a crisp sound, the light of the overwhelmed Qiankun Qingguang ring finally disappeared, and Wang Xianqiao's hands trembled violently, completely trapped in the black air.

"Look at me taking your seven souls and six souls!" Master Gong yelled, and his entire head was facing Wang Xianqiao's face. The pores all over his body penetrated into his body, the mist shrouded, the cold light pierced his bones, Wang Xianqiao's teeth trembled, he felt as if his bones were about to melt, his pupils began to shrink slowly, everything became blurred, only in the dark In the air, Master Gong had disheveled hair and a wild smile.

The essence of the tribute technique is to use this enchanted black energy to penetrate into the enemy's body, causing him to hallucinate, and then force out his seven souls and six souls to devour him in one fell swoop!

Wang Xianqiao only felt that his head was as big as a bucket, and his mind was getting more and more blurred. If he was really controlled by this tribute master, he would be the fat on his sword, and he could only let the other party choose what he wanted. Wang Xianqiao gritted his teeth, as if he was overwhelmed , the whole person is like a flat boat in the wind and waves, which may capsize at any time.

The smile on Master Gong's face became more and more proud. The power of this tribute technique gave him great confidence-no one in the world can escape this kind of soul-hunting technique.

Facts have also proved that no one can escape from death.The golden-eyed tribute master's body made a sizzling sound, and bursts of cold black mist rose up, and it was about to gradually merge into Wang Xianqiao's body, which was already at the end of its strength.

"boom!"

Solidly, Master Gong's head was imprinted on Wang Xianqiao's body, and gradually disappeared from Wang Xianqiao's body.

Wang Xianqiao's face was pale, as if he had been appointed and gave up resistance.

Master Gong's head completely disappeared, and black air gushed in from Wang Xianqiao's seven orifices.

At Wang Xianqiao's Niwan, Master Gong's proud laughter came: "After I reveal your three souls and seven spirits, I will refine you into one of my eighteen ghosts, and I have avenged today's revenge! Haha Ha ha……"

Suddenly Master Gong's laughter stopped abruptly, and then came his voice of extreme joy and sorrow, "You...you didn't..."

As if encountering something extremely terrifying, Master Gong's voice trembled: "You don't have... three souls and seven souls..."

Wang Xianqiao's entire face suddenly changed, all the pain disappeared in an instant, and a voice without a trace of emotion came out of his mouth: "You finally found out..."

"But it's too late!"

"It's my turn!"

The black air gushed out of Wang Xianqiao's body at a more instantaneous speed than before, and gradually formed the appearance of the golden-eyed tribute in mid-air. The golden-eyed tribute didn't even have time to figure out what was going on, just like a bereaved dog He flew towards the way he came from in a panic.

"Want to go!"

Wang Xianqiao snorted coldly, stretched out his big hand, and grabbed the golden-eyed tribute master's hair floating in the air.

The mad head tribute technique is to steal the soul of a person. As long as it is a person, after being trapped by the mad head tribute technique, the three souls will be shattered, the seven souls will be separated, and they will die on the spot. They will not even have the chance to reincarnate.

However, if the opponent in front of you doesn't have three souls and seven souls, how do you let this tribute master do it!

If there is no mad head tribute technique, then even a three-foot child can easily take the life of the tribute master.

Master Gong's face was distorted to the extreme, his whole head was struggling desperately in Wang Xianqiao's hands, but there was no room for resistance at all under Wang Xianqiao's firm hold.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Master Gong had a look of despair on his face. When he used the Mad Head Gong Technique for the first time, he thought that no one could resist it.

But I happened to meet this Wang Xianqiao... a monster without three souls and seven souls!

Wang Xianqiao's face was as cold as water, and his hands were like iron tongs, grasping the head of the golden-eyed tribute master, without saying a word, waiting silently.

The Golden Eye Tribute knew he was going to die, and he didn't even beg for mercy. His identity as a Golden Eye Tribute gave him a pride that ordinary people couldn't understand.

"It's time for you to die." Wang Xianqiao said flatly.

A rooster crowed, and a dazzling glow in the distance broke through the darkness.

The first rays of sunlight appeared on the horizon.

"I hate it so much!" The golden-eyed tribute stared at Wang Xianqiao with resentment in his eyes, the black energy all over his body gradually dissipated, and the entire head began to melt in Wang Xianqiao's hands, and finally turned into a pool of blood.