All the things of the fighting method are ready, and the rest depends on whether she is one foot taller or the other party's demon is one foot taller, thinking about it, Yan Xiangnuan closed his eyes again, continued to control the spiritual power to strengthen the formation, and tried to use the formation to restrain the opponent's formation, so as to destroy the opponent's formation.

Far away in a small broken factory on the outskirts of the imperial capital, the factory used to be a toy factory, although it is deserted now, but most of the equipment is still there, and in the center of the factory gap, a small magic circle is being placed at this moment, one of them is a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties, wearing a Taoist robe and sitting cross-legged in the small magic circle, holding a peachwood sword in his hand, cold sweat on his forehead, as if he is distressed by the obstruction of the soul.

I thought it would be a simple matter, but I didn't expect that the other party actually found a helper, and quickly made a magic circle to fight him in the ring.

Although they have not met each other, the fighting method is sometimes like this, separated by thousands of miles, but they can still easily take their lives, Yan Xiangnuan's formation is made of the spiritual power of the Huangquan dagger, the Huangquan dagger is naturally raised, and the aura is full, so Yan Xiangnuan does not need to consider the problem of spiritual power exhaustion, and simply makes the binding formation.

Yan Xiangnuan is quite comfortable here, but the old road over there is a little unsupportable, and the two men behind him who are about the same age and are about thirty years old are also nervous.

"Broken!" Yan Xiangnuan could feel the strength of the opponent's formation, because she felt that the opponent's strength was inadequate, the corners of her mouth hooked slightly, and she stopped making the bondage charm formation.

Bang –

As Yan Xiangnuan destroyed the opponent's formation, the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe in the factory over there immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the next moment, the small magic circle in front of him was also swept away by a strong wind, and things splashed everywhere, and the small formation was also destroyed.

"How's it going?" One of the men in a suit and leather shoes quickly stepped forward to inquire about the situation of the Taoist robe, and although his words were in Chinese, they were not very standard, and even had a taste of absurdity.

"I was blocked, someone set up a formation to fight me, and I didn't succeed in detaining my soul." The old man in the Taoist robe shook his head, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood up from the ground with some weakness.

He has been injured by the other party, and this injury is estimated to not be able to heal for ten days and half a month, it is really a mistake.

And it's not bad for him to ask himself, but today he doesn't want to be hurt by someone who doesn't know where to fight, it's really a shame!

"How could this be? You're not saying you can do it. The other man immediately questioned him in a questioning tone, and his Mandarin was much more standard than the former's absurd tone.

"The old man has done his best, and there are masters around the other party." The old man in the Taoist robe was a little helpless, looking at the two people who questioned him, although he was extremely annoyed and unwilling, he still endured it.

These two people are not ordinary people, and it is better not to offend him.

"Waste." The man who asked at the beginning immediately scolded angrily, turned around and left the dilapidated factory angrily.

Immediately, another man also glanced at the master of the robe, and left the dilapidated factory together, and the master in the robe was left in the factory, and as the two people left, the master of the robe fell to the ground unsupportively, raising his hand to cover his chest, his eyes flashing with unwillingness and resentment.

Damn, the person who ran out of the house who didn't know where he was beating actually ruined his good deeds, causing him to make a mistake with the Tuyumen family, and he had to suffer from the nest, and he was seriously injured, and if he didn't take revenge, what face would he have to continue to mix.

……

Yan Xiangnuan felt the collapse of the opponent's formation, and also saw that Huo Lingchen's medium hair disappeared with the collapse of the formation, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and stood up from the floor.

After Yan Xiangnuan stood up, the Huangquan dagger and Yan Xiangnuan had telepathy, as Yan Xiangnuan raised his hand slightly, the Huangquan dagger obediently returned to Yan Xiangnuan's hand, turned around, Yan Xiangnuan walked to the guest bathroom over there, in the bathroom, Huo Lingchen was still lying in the bathtub, his eyes were closed, Yan Xiangnuan glanced at him, and after finding that he was already safe, he also put his mind at ease.

"Let's talk about it! What's going on? "It's fortunate that he happened to meet her, or maybe he came to her for help, but if she left the Pei Group ten minutes late, or if she was delayed because of Lei Zhaoxu, then Huo Lingchen would probably be a dead man now.

And someone managed to detain the soul, Huo Lingchen, as a party, should be able to sense it to some extent, and he may also know some reasons.

"Didn't I tell you that my grandfather arranged for me to go to a friend's house for him?" Huo Lingchen heard Yan Xiangnuan's questioning voice, then he opened his eyes, looked at Yan Xiangnuan and said.

"Hmm." Yan Xiangnuan nodded, indicating that he knew.

"Their family is restless, because the ancestral grave was buried with seven nails, cut off the children and grandchildren's ruthless tricks, simply buried the seven nails not long after, I looked around their home, did not find anything wrong, then went to their ancestral grave, and found that where has been shrouded in evil gas, and the seven nails are buried in the soil, I am not good enough, there is no way to take out the seven nails." Huo Lingchen said, a little lost in his tone.

I haven't been doing my job for many years, but I want to work hard! But he was slapped back to his original form by reality, he knew that there would be today, he was scared to death and absolutely wanted to improve his ability, today, when his soul was almost detained, his sense of powerlessness was too strong.

"So, what does this have to do with your imprisoned soul?" Yan Xiangnuan still didn't hear the connection: "Also, don't the Seven Evil Nails belong to the Maoshan technique that your Maoshan faction is good at?" ”

When he first heard Huo Lingchen say the Seven Nails, Yan Xiangnuan was a little surprised, the Seven Nails, this can be said to be a very bad thing, once the Seven Nails are formed, it only takes seven hundred and forty-nine days to make a family completely die, and most of them are mainly tragic deaths, each nail is stained with blood, and it goes directly on the other party's ancestral grave, it can be seen that he hates that family.

Normal metaphysical people, whether it is Maoshan or all those who understand the method of the seven nails, in fact, will know how much the ferocity of the seven nails, and rarely choose such a damaging trick, in the end destroying people's ancestral tombs is quite a lack of morality, as the person who has the seven nails, he will also have a certain retribution and backlash, once the seven nails are broken, the person who has the seven nails is either dead or injured. ()

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