The ghost clan's seal of recognition is the imprint of yin spiritual power. When Wu Yuan was probing just now, he ignored it, and only regarded the Yin spiritual power above as the reason why this sword had been in the Ghost Temple for a long time.

Who doesn't know that the Yin Qi of the Ghost Temple is condensed, and many good things arrive in their hands, all of which are polluted by the Yin Spirit Power and wasted in vain.

And in the past thousand years, most of the ghosts in the ghost temple have no wisdom, and even if the ghosts have wisdom, who is willing to put such a superb product as the Shadow Breaking Sword in the hands of a ghost? Isn't this a waste of things in vain? The ghost clan uses immortal weapons, not only can they not exert the strength of immortal weapons, but they also have the possibility of being burned by immortal weapons.

How could Wu Yuan have thought that Luo Luo took the Shadow Breaking Sword entirely because this sword was beautiful!

Little Luo Luo threw the Shadow Breaker Sword into the void, and the Shadow Breaker disappeared (it was thrown into the Netherworld by Luo Luo). Luo Luo scraped his fingers on his face and grimaced at Wu Yuan. "Shame, shame, shame, forgetfulness! shameless!"

Wu Yuan came up in anger, he shouted "take your life", and pointed his sword at Luo Luo, and a thunderbolt burst out from the tip of his sword and flew towards Luo Luo.

Luo Luo screamed, jumped backwards, disappeared, and returned to the Netherworld. As an onmyoji who specializes in ghost hunting, Wu Yuan's attacks double the damage to Luo Luo. Luo Luo didn't dare to have a hard screen with him.

Wu Yuan went to attack Luo Luo, but he might as well make a move in peace. Wu Yuan saw an object coming towards him, and hurriedly dodged.

He looked at it and was amused. The little girl must have been so frightened that she threw her fan at him and smashed it. He really laughed off his big teeth, and it was the first time he had seen someone use a fan as a dart.

"Girl, the fan is not so ......" Before the word "make" could be spoken, Wu Yuan was horrified to find that this seemingly ordinary purple fan had turned into a fine man, and he suddenly turned into a beautiful man. The beautiful man reached forward with both hands, and the tiger pounced on Wu Yuan like a mountain.

Wu Yuan hurriedly raised his sword to split the hand of the beautiful man in purple. But the beautiful man did not hide from it, and used his arm to block his sword.

When the sword struck the beautiful man's arm, it seemed to be slashed on an anvil, and sparks flew everywhere. Wu Yuan was so shocked that his mouth was numb, and the flying sword was almost out of his hand. The beautiful man seemed to have nothing to do, his right hand turned into a claw, and grabbed Wu Yuan's neck.

Wu Yuanyi was short and avoided the beautiful man's grasp. Raise your hand and shoot a thunderbolt. The thunder was like a ball, making a sizzling explosion, hitting the beautiful man, and exploding with a bang.

"Die!" Wu Yuan sneered.

However, U Yuan was disappointed again. Under the explosion of this thunder ball, the beautiful man just shook it, and even the edge of his clothes was not missing.

Wu Yuan was really scared this time, he turned around and ran. He ran fast and reached the door in an instant.

At the gate, three pink peach blossom petals fluttered in. Wu Yuan was very strange, how could there be peach blossoms at this time? He didn't expect that there were no peach trees planted in his big mansion.

It's just three petals, Wu Yuan didn't think much about it, and hit it headlong.

Poof!

Three consecutive soft sounds!

The three-petal peach blossom pierced Wu Yuan's left cheek, right chest, and left shoulder.

"Ahh How did those petals become sharp blades?

Wu Yuan was injured, but still rushed out.

His servants had long since dispersed, and a dozen of the disciples who followed him trembled with their swords, and did not dare to flee, nor did they dare to come to help, but only acted as if they were about to rush in at the gate of the courtyard.

Wu Yuan was about to throw out the flying sword and prepare to fly away when he noticed a gust of wind in his ears. Wu Yuan hurriedly turned his head sideways, but was horrified to find that An Xian had arrived in front of him.

Enduring the severe pain, Wu Yuan raised his hand and slapped it on An Xian's chest.

A half-foot-tall little woman in red suddenly appeared in front of An Xian and stepped Wu Yuan's hand.

With a click, Wu Yuan's hand bones were broken.

Wu Yuan's eyes widened and he looked at the little red man in a daze.

Her red clothes were embroidered with flowers, and the two phoenixes flew together, and there was a faint flash of thunder on the surface of her clothes. She wore a phoenix crown adorned with delicate and beautiful golden headdresses on her head. Is this bridal makeup?

Out of body!Wu Yuan was frightened by this discovery. It is said that when you reach the fairyland, you can learn how to go out of your body. Is this little woman asking the fairyland seniors?

"Former ...... Senior ......" Wu Yuan spit out a few words with difficulty. His injuries were severe.

The little bride in red raised her hand. In her hand was a large red hijab decorated with gold beads. As soon as she raised her hand, the big red hijab was drawn to Wu Yuan. Each gold bead seemed to weigh a thousand gold, and it fell down in unison.

Wu Yuan's body collapsed. He spewed out a mouthful of bloody arrows and slowly pounced. A faint, transparent mist flew out of his brow. This is Wu Yuan's soul that has not undergone any cultivation. Although he catches ghosts, he doesn't understand the method of ghost cultivation. This is also the difference between an onmyoji and a disciple of the Ghost Temple.

In the void, three feet above Wu Yuan's head, a small black hole appeared.

If there is no external interference, Wu Yuan's soul will burrow into this black hole, and at an unknown time, after all memories are erased by the Heavenly Dao, only a wisp of the purest soul power will be reincarnated somewhere, maybe it is a human, maybe it is a flower, a bird, a beast, maybe a demon, maybe an immortal...... Since the shattering of the ghost realm, the necromancers in the human world have completed the reincarnation of the Six Realms in this simple way.

An Xian didn't sit idly by and watch Wu Yuan's soul run away like this. She had a lot to ask him. The hijab in the little bride's hand flew out, and with a light pocket and a roll, he grabbed Wu Yuan's soul.

It is said that when the ghost world is not broken, if you want to capture an undead spirit, you need to fight against the ghost world heavenly way. It is very difficult to directly ingest the soul of someone who has just died. Even if you do, you may be cursed by the ghost world.

However, this is no longer the case. An Xian only used his red hijab Yin to roll up, and collected the wisp of Wuyuan's undead.

Although Wu Yuan's soul is weak, it is much stronger than ordinary mortals. At this time, his consciousness was still very clear.

"What do you want to do?" Wu Yuan's soul screamed in terror.

"Heavenly Dao reincarnation will only wait for you for thirty breaths. If you haven't passed within thirty breaths, you will never be reincarnated. Do you want to become a ghost?"

"No, I don't, I'll give you whatever you want!" Wu Yuan shouted quickly.

"Tell me, how did you get your Thorn Moon? Don't lie!

"When I passed by the Qu family's compound, I found a ghost named Qu Zheng and took him in. The piercing moon is contentious. ”

Really. "What about Qu Zheng?" asked An Xian.

"I sold him to the disciples of the Ghost Temple. ”

"What? No way! What's that man's name?"

"Yiding! He is the ghost searcher of the Ghost Temple, and he is responsible for collecting ghosts for the Ghost Temple in various places. Hurry up, it's too late!"

An Xian shook his big red hijab. Wu Yuan's undead burrowed into the black hole in the void and disappeared. Although An Xian raises ghosts, she doesn't like to force others, even if Wu Yuan is her enemy.

The death of a man is too vicious to torture his soul. Leisurely disdainful to do it.