Sure enough, Yang Wei's child's competitive psychology was troubled, "You old boy, who is afraid of whom, if I shout pain, I won't call Yang Wei." He glanced at his sallow face defiantly, puffed up his chest, but there was some fear in his heart, and his hands on the old man's shoulders trembled.

"Okay, okay, I'm this age, you little guy wants to compare with me, I eat more salt than you eat rice, it's really a little ghost. The old man's voice was a little loud, and he didn't seem to be convinced, the two of you and I have to fight for each other, and no one is convinced.

Half ringing.

Yang Wei sat on the hard bed, there was only a thin layer of sheets on it, which made Yang Wei a little panicked, looking at the golden needles, suddenly, choked up, and grabbed the flat sheets with some unease, wrinkled.

"Scared?" The old man Huo Huo rubbed the two one-foot-long golden needles a few times, and the clanging sound made Yang Wei quickly move his body back.

"What are you afraid of, I... Just no... I just feel a little thirsty, and I blame you for this old boy, who is trembling, causing me to waste so many lips and tongues, and if you want to do it, you can be a little sharper, like a girl. Yang Wei retorted, and in order to show that he was not afraid, he stood up stiffly, and he was half a cut taller.

The old man smiled meaningfully, so that Yang Wei moved back again, and the gray box of the golden needle was placed on the table, and then his face was positive, his eyes were like a torch, and he was slightly dignified.

Yang Wei looked at him with a serious face, and his heart seemed to be dragged, lifted high, and did not move.

The golden needle in the old man's hand smacked twice, and he had already taken it off, and he couldn't see the movements clearly, Yang Wei didn't feel a trace of pain, but there was a trace of blood red in his temples, which was extremely light.

The old face actually moved a little closer to Yang Wei's face, and there was more and more a cold air, swish, and the other three golden needles were also inserted into the top of his head, and the old man suddenly sank, and his hands were bent, twisted, and entangled.

Yang Wei only felt that the sky was spinning, and he felt a little fluttering, and his eyes involuntarily narrowed and contracted.

A few sweat stains slid over the old man's face, and beads of sweat the size of beans went all the way down his jawbone, but the movements in his hands did not pause at all, snapping a few times, hitting Yang Wei's body, there was a feeling of soreness, and with the applause, Yang Wei did not doubt whether this old boy did it on purpose and took advantage of him.

I wanted to attack, but I didn't have any strength, my whole body was sore, and once I thought of it, the soreness and numbness turned into severe pain, and the feeling of tearing made him stop and dare not move at will.

There was some annoyance in my heart, but the feeling of fluttering fairy became stronger and stronger, and my eyelids couldn't help but become much heavier, and I couldn't lift it, so I slowly closed it.

The old man's pupils were like needles, his hands kept moving, abruptly, two fingers were put in his mouth, his yellowed teeth were pinched, and a touch of blood floated out.

Boom, Yang Wei's upper clothes have fallen off, and the faint blood line dances in the air like a streamer, and as the hands move together, the blood line becomes longer and longer, forming a strange spell.

Suddenly, the hands merged together heavily, and the spell was printed on Yang Wei's chest, and a blood-colored three-inch villain loomed in the chest, slowly pouring out of his body.

There were a few wisps of horror in the old man's eyes, and more of them were crazy, and his five fingers pinched together, and as the tips of the five fingers were smeared with blood, they all poked out, and the ten fingers buckled into Yang Wei's chest.

The old man's eyes rolled, and when he grabbed it, he slipped out of his hands again, and with a bang, Yang Wei's skin and flesh were not allowed to move at all, and his hands were clawed, and he was deeply buckled inward, and the skin and flesh could not be avoided, and finally he could only fall into his hands.

Another blow to the hand, some wrinkled hands seemed to drill into the abdomen, pulled out, the bloody qi was facing the face, surging, bloody and pungent.

The three-inch villain woke up suddenly, his eyes opened and closed, flickering and dimming, and he was drowsy at first glance, even if there was such a big movement, he could not wake it up completely.

However, the spontaneous bloody qi, within the blood, there was a faint trace of death, as soon as the old man came into contact, he felt weird, and there were a lot more wrinkles on his hands, like skin and bones, he was shocked and took two steps back.

Suddenly, the tiger's body shook, and the whole person erupted into a breath of contempt, rushing the messy things in the house into ping-pong, staggering.

Some of the shriveled and old arms were instantly full and full, with rough muscle lines and tall figures, like a sturdy man, forming a bulging ball of light around his body, isolating the outside world, and the violent bloody aura actually went around the road.

The old man couldn't help sighing, "It's really messy, what kind of mess is this, making a whole person alive and like a ghost, and letting me add a penny, it's messy!"

The old man seemed to be a little helpless, looking at the three-inch bloody villain in front of him, abruptly, his whole body sank down, boom, and the sound of explosion in the house was a little gorgeous, but in an instant, a wide circle of light wrapped the danger and prevented it from raging.

"I see, it's really blessed, I don't know what this stupid boy has experienced?" The old man grabbed the bloody villain with one hand and himself with the other, and disappeared into the house with a bang.

In the cloudy sky, two figures floated, the old man looked at the villain who was a little fierce at the moment, feeling like a hedgehog, covered with thorns, unable to speak at all, inexplicably troublesome.

In the dense clouds, the roaring sound vibrated for thousands of miles, and wisps of white brilliance rushed straight out of the nine clouds, fluctuating and pushing the clouds, forming mushroom heads in mid-air, the thick gray smoke slowly dispersed, and the majestic rain collapsed, smashing the ground squeak.

The old man's eyes froze, and the five golden needles on Yang Wei's body returned, floating in front of him, and fell into the soul with a few clicks, every time, there was a terrible roar, and those eyes suddenly widened, and even the eyebrows were agitated.

At first glance, the villain was a little inexplicable, but abruptly, revealing an extremely painful appearance, spasmodic all over, rolling, scratching and kicking with his hands and feet, and several black marks on the bloody villain suddenly appeared.

A hammer blow to the head, but it didn't lighten up in the slightest.

The old man's voice was a little light, pouring in from all directions, "The soul of life, one soul is two, the pain of heartbreaking, the pain of soul breaking, one person and two souls, one master and one pair, are you willing?"

In the severe pain of the bloody villain, in ignorance, he nodded, no matter what the person asked, just agree, is there anything more uncomfortable than now.

The blood-colored villain cried and cried out, mourning and destroying the bones, and when he opened his mouth and howled, wisps of white silk threads overflowed and floated into the air, with an earth-shattering loud noise, explosion, mixed with the sound of thunder, some inexplicable horror.

The old man's eyes were a little strange, looking at the overflowing white silk, he had a fantasy in his heart, such a big killing weapon, if it is used properly, I am afraid that the spirit law master will be difficult to resist, it is too fierce and vicious, and inadvertently, the power that erupts is impossible to prevent.

However, only now, the most important thing is the method of soul splitting, with a shake of his hands, strange objects floated in the air, an awl with a wisp of light on it, a white jade bottle, and a thin piece of blood-colored paper.

"Hold on", the old man looked at the bloody villain, and was a little afraid in his heart, he was so soul-shattering, and he didn't know how many times he had experimented, but he could resist it, and there was no one in ten, even he found such a sky-shattering ingenuity by chance.

Suddenly, a small dark shadow appeared, a suction force in his hand, the awl fell into his hand, and the soul devouring cone forcibly cut a strip from the abdomen of the three-inch villain, which seemed simple and rude, but the pain was unbearable for ordinary people.

Three blood stains suddenly flowed out of the three eyes, and the blood stains kept gushing out, and the terrible roar revealed a few traces of despair, and a few efforts were made.

The old man was shocked, his figure retreated a few feet, and the dark shadow hugged the jade bottle, and with a flick, a long silk thread was sprinkled out of the jade bottle, like a bandage, layer by layer around the exposed abdomen, and a white stream inside, which was wrapped up and filled into the abdomen.

As for the blood clot that fell off, it was a little crazy, squirming in the air, as if there was still a little vitality, the old man's face was happy, the speed in his hand was faster, and he blew it out in one breath, and the blood-colored paper was directly covered with the blood clot, like a lump of flesh, and the silk thread spit out from the jade bottle had already wrapped the opening of the three-inch villain's abdomen tightly, without leaking a single gap.

The old man flicked his fingers, and a strange air flow rushed towards the bloody villain, the five golden needles had fallen off, and the bloody villain had already fainted in the pain of ripping out the soul, and the three blood marks in the eye sockets were still endless, flowing down.

The jade bottle flew into the old man's hand, and as soon as he raised his hand, the jade bottle was turned upside down, and stream-like black liquid rolled down, like a waterfall, wrapping the blood ball, and after a few breaths, the blood ball was already attached to the black liquid, forming a three-inch size.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't know whether it was joy or sadness, looking at the slowly sinking white silk-like liquid, his heart was a little shocked, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, the three-inch black shadow turned into a streamline, only to see that the black liquid on the surface was slowly squirming, wrapping the few splattered white silks.

Then he kicked in his heart and breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that this gambling was narrowly won, if the white silk explodes, I am afraid that the soul that has just been stripped off will be immediately extinguished, leaving no trace, and all the previous efforts will be in vain.

However, if you can swallow the white liquor, the power of soul distraction contained in it cannot be underestimated, and the future achievements are amazing.

.........

Time flies, a few days pass in a flash, at this moment, Yang Wei is still in a coma, the soul is in a coma, the soul is in pain, and it also causes the whole person to faint, before, although the soul closed its eyes, but at that time it was in chaos, no wisdom, like dementia, so it can move normally, but it is completely under the control of potential consciousness.

In front of the old man, in a cylindrical transparent bottle, there was a small black ball, which stretched out several tentacles, and cracked on it.