Yu Qingsi swept over Mo Yan's corpse over and over again, but she never had the slightest sense of primordial spirit. And little by little, the corpse, which had been warm, became cold, and then gray. Mo Yan's beautiful face lost its blood color and past glory, but instead revealed a hollow and weird enchantment, which was particularly eerie and terrifying. He Zichuan still didn't see these changes, and he still repeated simple and mechanical movements in a wooden manner, as if that was his last sustenance.

Maybe it was because it had been washed by Yu Qingsi too many times, or maybe it was the special effect of the Holy Emperor's peerless exercises, when Mo Yan's corpse was completely cooled down, it did not decay normally, but turned into blood at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"How can this be, how can this be, what the hell is going on?" Seeing Mo Yan's plump body quickly dry up, blood and water continued to seep out along her seven orifices and pores, He Zichuan suddenly woke up, followed by a huge sadness, panic and hysteria. He played all the secret techniques he could think of towards the increasingly dry and dry Yan, but all the efforts seemed so futile, and in the end, he had no choice but to directly hold the bloody plasma with his hands, just to be able to keep Mo Yan even a little longer.

"No, no, no, no!" The palm of his hand naturally couldn't retain Mo Yan's last breath, even if he could leave something, it was very different from Mo Yan. He Zichuan went from muttering in a low voice to roaring hysterically, his heart was numb with pain, and then he woke up from the numbness, and the cycle continued, tormenting to the point of suffocation.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill all of you!" He Zichuan was like a wounded beast, roaring and roaring, but the glint in his eyes quickly disappeared, except for the angry flames, only hollowness and sluggishness remained.

I don't know how long it took, he finally quieted down, there was still a bit of struggle on that handsome face, two lines of blood and tears condensed on his cheeks, and his green hair turned white, motionless like a sculpture. If he had only sensed with his divine thoughts, he would be lifeless now, not much different from a stone statue.

Mo Yan's corpse finally dissolved into a pool of blood in He Zichuan's arms, and the rancid smell was disgusting, as if mocking his innocence. But in despair, He Zichuan didn't notice that the disgusting blood didn't leave any traces on his skin or clothes, and they gradually collected along the stone cracks in the floor, gathering into a pool in a depression.

As time passed, the pool of blood gradually thickened, and at first it was like a bowl of tea, but after half a cup of tea, it became like syrup. The misty red glow slowly leaked out of the thick blood plasma, and there seemed to be countless worms like earthworms shuttling through it, frantically gnawing, splitting, and breeding, and then a faint "thump" sound loomed out from among those worms.

The voice was faint at first, but grew stronger as time passed. "Bumper ...... The strange sound of "Bumper ......" was unusually loud in the empty world, and it was like a burst of thunder, instantly shattering He Zichuan's petrified shell and calling him back to the real world.

"This ...... This is...... Is it a heartbeat?" he crawled to find the puddle of plasma, and although he didn't know why, a glimmer of hope gradually appeared in his cloudy eyes, and he unconsciously lit up the light of hope. Hope itself is the best weapon to crush despair, and no matter where that hope will eventually lead, people will often weave a dream for themselves until the answer is revealed, until the dream comes true, or the moment the dream is shattered.

He Zichuan laid three layers of magic circles in front of the pool of plasma, wrapping it tightly. Even so, he was not enough, not only did he personally guard in front of the magic circle, but also held the Qingfeng Sword in one hand and the Jinyu Immortal Bell in the other, hoping to stare at the pool of plasma, like a female beast protecting calves, no matter who dared to disturb, he would fight directly to the death.

After a stick of incense, the pool of plasma seemed to completely coagulate, forming an eggshell-like red translucent shell, and through the red glow emitted from it, it could be clearly seen that countless blood vessels were growing rapidly. He Zichuan's heart "bumped" with the heartbeat rate in the eggshell, and the eagerness in his eyes was like a flame, burning and burning.

After another meal, the original basin-sized plasma gradually grew into a half-human-tall blood cocoon, in which a snow-white baby could be vaguely seen bathing in amniotic fluid slowly forming.

"Is this baby still strange?" He Zichuan's heart jumped, revealing a touch of ecstasy and some worries. It's just that no matter whether he is sad or happy, he can only watch patiently at this moment, like a prisoner waiting for the final verdict.

Just when He Zichuan thought that the baby would slowly grow up in the blood cocoon, the shell of the blood cocoon suddenly made a few crisp clicking sounds, and the cracks like spider webs quickly spread. He was shocked, and wanted to stop it, but he saw that the baby in the blood cocoon suddenly opened his eyes, and his delicate little face was full of anger, waving a short fist and punching it towards the shell that was about to burst. The little fist seemed to be weak and weak, but each punch of the hammer on the shell made a loud noise, causing the earth to tremble.

"Did she want to come out?" He Zichuan immediately stopped when he saw the baby's reaction, but because he was not sure, he didn't dare to rashly help the baby break the blood cocoon, so he could only continue to be an outsider, watching all this happen naturally.

The already broken blood cocoon was smashed dozens of times by the small fist and finally fell apart, and the fishy amniotic fluid overflowed in all directions, but fortunately, the protective aura blocked it in time, so that He Zichuan, who was close at hand, was not splashed.

The baby shattered the last fragments of the blood cocoon with three strikes and five divisions, and her head swelled a few points, looking extremely incongruous, and as soon as her snow-white body came into contact with the air, it immediately turned gray, like a corpse. However, the baby didn't seem to be aware of such a change, she slowly climbed onto the bluestone ground, and let out a terrible scream at He Zichuan with an angry face, which made people tremble with fear, and the sound was so loud that He Zichuan, who was a high-ranking monk, felt a pain in his eardrums.

"It's a ...... Ghost baby!" Seeing this scene, the well-informed He Zichuan was shocked in his heart, and at the same time, mixed with complicated feelings of disillusioned hope but disbelief, he muttered his inference.

The ghost baby crawled hard, while growing rapidly, and in just a few feet, it went from crawling at the beginning, to slowly staggering, and then to taking steady steps.

She laughed weirdly, revealing a mouth full of sharp fangs, the gray-white skin on her body became thinner, and the cyan blood vessels on her body were like wriggling earthworms, which were clearly visible.

"This is by no means a strange face...... He Zichuan felt a burst of despair in his heart, his fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turned white and creaked.

"Are you going to kill this monster?"

"No, absolutely not!"

"Looking at her potential, once she grows up, she is likely to become a very terrifying ghost, and she will be victimized by it when the time comes. ”

"But that's the only remnant of Mo Yan left in this world, how can I do it?"

"Deliver her free"

"No way!"

"Otherwise You Will Die"

"But I can't do it"

He Zichuan was at war with heaven and man in his heart, his fists were loosened, loosened and clenched, his teeth were creaking, and his eyes were wide.

But it was a little while, and the ghost baby had gradually grown into the size of a child of five or six years old, and she seemed to see He Zichuan's struggle, and approached him step by step with a strange smile.

"Don't come here!" Every time she took a step closer, He Zichuan took a step back.

"Don't force me!" He Zichuan roared angrily, the golden light in his hand flashed, and countless golden air currents swirled out, converging into a golden long sword, which was the Qingfeng Sword with damaged spirits.

The ghost baby's eyes showed a mocking look, his steps did not pause, and he drooled greedily like a hungry beast, and continued to press towards He Zichuan without hurrying.

He Zichuan closed his eyes in pain, and silently said "I'm sorry" in his heart, these three words were like a long needle, piercing deep into his heart, making him feel painful again. At the same time, a three-foot sword light ignited on the Qingfeng Sword, and due to the great spiritual damage, the sword light became stronger and weaker, flickering, and the threat was greatly reduced. But even so, it was still easy to deal with the half-sized ghost baby in front of him.

In the face of the huge disparity in strength, the ghost baby finally showed fear for the first time, and she stopped and fell into a struggle. The instinct for spiritual hunger drove him on, but the fear of great power held her back. She gritted her teeth and lifted her foot to take a step forward, but she hesitated to slowly lower her foot down, and her face showed a look of pain.

"Ah............h Ahh She hugged her huge head in pain, her eyes bulging out, and the green tendons on her head writhed, as if she was experiencing extreme pain.

He Zichuan stabilized the sword in his hand, looked at the ghost baby in surprise, and suddenly thought of a possibility in his heart, and couldn't help but hesitate.

The ghost baby seemed to be in severe pain, falling to the ground and rolling around, with a trace of white smoke coming out of her body, and rows of strange words appeared one after another on her body, and a great suppressive force appeared out of thin air, crushing her to a long and flat scale. Like a little beast, she kept scraping the ground with her limbs, and the hard bluestone ground wore away her tender skin, oozing black and foul-smelling blood, and smeared it layer by layer on the ground like paint. She babbled incoherently, and whispered hoarsely like a millstone: "I...... No...... Die...... I hate ...... You...... I'm going to eat...... Finish...... You!"

The pale threat of the ghost baby didn't help, she was on the ground with one hand, and she vomited black blood in a big gulp, and her whole body seemed to be doused with boiling water, and a thick white mist rose from her body, and her dirty skin fell off one by one, revealing new pink flesh, and the sharp black nails of her limbs broke in layers and finally all turned into pieces. In less than a dozen breaths, the terrifying ghost baby was already incapacitated and lay dying on the ground.

Slowly, her newly grown skin became snow-white and pink again, the anger on her face disappeared, and her big eyes were closed peacefully, like a pretty porcelain doll.

Seeing this situation, He Zichuan finally confirmed what he was thinking, and said in surprise: "Sure enough, it is the spirit descent technique of the Heavenly Punishment Demon Suppression Skill! She is Mo Yan!" He Zichuan had learned about this process in detail from the classics, but he had never had the opportunity to see it with his own eyes. Moreover, Fang Cai's séance seemed to have forcibly sealed himself by himself, which was extremely weird, very different from ordinary séance, and he had always suspected it but failed to be sure.

After completing the séance, the toddler began to grow wildly, her head grew black green silk, her facial features became more three-dimensional and delicate, and the limbs of her body gradually lengthened, as if the gods had truly demonstrated the whole process of creating a human in front of mortals.

In just half a moment, the gloomy ghost baby has completely grown into a girl. Her face is beautiful and moving, indescribable, white jade-like pink skin, can be broken by blowing, long silky hair half-covers her upper body, but it is still difficult to hide her towering twin peaks and flat and tight lower abdomen, especially a pair of long and thin pink and white jade legs, which is even more seductive, making it natural to take your eyes off. From a distance, the carcass lying on the bluestone ground is like a statue of a goddess, exuding a bright and moving, fresh and holy elegant atmosphere, which also has a bit of fireworks, which makes people want to rub her into their hearts and stay with her forever. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a masterpiece of ingenuity.

He Zichuan's heart was beating heavily, and the pain of losing his lover was decorated with the joy of losing and regaining, which made this moment even more precious. He walked slowly and slowly in front of the girl, fearing that this was a dream that was too beautiful, and that if he walked a little faster, it would come to naught.

"Mo'er......" He caressed the girl's pink and delicate cheeks, and gently called her nickname.

The girl's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

To He Zichuan's surprise, the girl was not so moved that she threw herself into He Zichuan's arms, nor did she stare at her lover for a long time and couldn't speak, but reflexively, quickly blocked He Zichuan's hand on her cheek, sat up suddenly, moved back a few feet, and said with unusual vigilance: "Who are you? What did you do to me?"

He Zichuan's smile froze on his face, and the girl realized that she was naked at this time, she exclaimed "ah", and then hurriedly protected her sensitive parts, and her face instantly turned cold.

Fang Cai didn't feel anything yet, but at this time, the girl's action of protecting herself revealed the temptation of her carcass, He Zichuan's heart was cold, but there was a heat from his lower abdomen straight to his head, and his whole body seemed to be burning with flames.

Seeing He Zichuan behave like this, the girl's heart was even more angry, and her beautiful eyes looking at He Zichuan not only revealed inexplicable coldness, but also filled with crazy killing intent.