"You're a ghost, and you want to kill me? It's better to wait for you to be reincarnated......"

The executioner was murderous, his appearance was fierce and cold, but Mo Yan didn't care. But he was also amazed in his heart...... After seeing the killing just now, he thought that the scene at the entrance of the vegetable market was the same as the street scene just now, all of which were illusions. Or some kind of phantom circle of the circle itself, or it was condensed by the consciousness that remained in the skeleton just now. The ultimate goal is nothing more than to hook out the fear in one's heart, and then take advantage of the opportunity to enter and corrode or ruin one's own state of mind. However, for a Divine Soul Cultivator, this method is really a small skill of carving insects, and it is not worth it. But when the executioner suddenly smiled strangely at him, he was surprised to find that the illusory scene in front of him was a reality, the street scene, the blood, the onlookers, including the rolling human head were all illusions, but this murderous executioner was a real existence!

"Thou art the most heinous man, and thou shalt be a ghost under my sword!"

The executioner stared at Mo Yan coldly and repeated what he had just said again.

Mo Yan smiled: "Do you have any other lines?" ”

The executioner shouted, "Thou art the most heinous man, and thou art a ghost under my sword!" ”

Mo Yan listened to the identical lines three times in a row, and couldn't help sighing, looking a little disappointed, and said: "I thought you still had your spirit, but it turned out to be a remnant soul, but it was more persistent than the one just now......"

He shook his head and sighed, not wanting to delay here, so he stepped forward.

The executioner was still staring at him gloomily, when Mo Yan was only three feet away from him. Suddenly, he shouted, raised the ghost head knife in his hand and slashed at Mo Yan viciously!

Mo Yan didn't dodge or dodge, his right hand reached out like lightning, from the bottom up, and grasped the blade of the ghost head knife......

The shadow of the knife slashed and made a buzzing sound, which showed its great strength.

But when Mo Yan made a move, the buzzing knife sound stopped abruptly......

The seemingly violent and ferocious knife was so easily defused by Mo Yan.

The blade was cold, stained with blood. Mo Yan suddenly opened his mouth to drink softly, and the sound wave containing the power of the divine soul suddenly shredded the surrounding illusions!

It was as if a glass of glass had been shattered, and the surrounding illusions were shattered for a moment, and then dissipated into the void one by one.

As soon as the illusion was gone, the surrounding scenery immediately restored, and it returned to the mapped campus of University A.

The only difference was that in front of Mo Yan, a skeleton stood there straight, holding a rusty ghost-headed knife. I am doing the appearance of slashing with a knife...... It's just that this knife has been held in Mo Yan's hand stiffly, and it looks no threat.

The skeleton of this skeleton is enormous. At least above two meters, the shoulder bone is also extremely wide, almost two feet long, which shows that this skeleton must have been an extremely fierce man before his death.

The skeleton did not fall, and two spots of light blue light were faintly visible in the black eye sockets, in the form of flames.

"Sure enough, there is still a certain amount ......of consciousness remaining," Mo Yan muttered to himself.

These two flame-like blue lights are the embodiment of the soul and consciousness, which can also be called remnant soul or soul fire. Generally speaking, this embodied soul fire comes in two colors. One is blue-green, similar to phosphorus fire. This remnant soul is basically self-conscious, and can only survive for 7749 days at most. The other is the blue remnant soul in front of you, the darker the color, the more self-consciousness is preserved, if it reaches the dark blue and tends to be silvery-white, this remnant soul can basically be called a spirit. Conversely, the lighter its color. The more shaky it is, the more it is gone......

The soul fire of the skeleton in front of him was pale blue and wavering, obviously unable to support it for too long.

This is also the reason why Mo Yan can easily hold the ghost head knife with his hand.

The knife just now was menacing. It seems to be extremely vicious, but this is only an illusion and appearance, and the physical attack is actually not enough to mention. Not to mention Mo Yan, even if it is a teenager, as long as he can overcome the fear in his heart and not be eroded by illusions, he can easily defuse such an attack.

"It's a pity, if the soul fire is a little stronger, maybe you can get some clues."

Mo Yan shook his head, twisted his hand slightly, and snatched the ghost head knife.

After the skeleton lost the knife in its hand, there was one less support point, and the soul fire in the eye socket trembled violently a few times, and then scattered to the ground with a bang......

The skull, which was slightly larger than a football, fell to the ground with a thud, and the bones rolled forward before finally stopping.

The front of the skull was facing Mo Yan, and the soul fire in his eyes was still not dissipating, and it was slightly raised, as if he was looking at Mo Yan......

"Do you have something to say?"

Mo Yan saw that the soul fire was shaking, and it seemed that it could dissipate at any time, but he insisted and trembled slightly, as if he had something to say.

After a little groaning, Mo Yan squatted down in front of the skull and said, "Your soul fire is too weak, I can't use my soul to communicate with you, otherwise you will dissipate immediately......"

The soul fire immediately stopped trembling, and then the light burst out, separating a little blue light from the already weak soul fire, and condensing into a sentence in the air......

"Borrow a drop of blood, and be a slave in this life......"

The handwriting of this sentence condensed by soul fire was sloppy, but the momentum was extraordinary, at least Mo Yan couldn't write such words. It's a pity that it came and went quickly, and as soon as Mo Yan saw the word 'slave', this sentence dissipated in the air.

After the handwriting faded, the two blue lights in the skull became even more dim, almost transparent, and seemed to disappear at any moment.

Mo Yan couldn't help frowning slightly, the soul fire was already weak to this point, was there still a chance to return to the sky?

As for the idea of borrowing blood, he was not very surprised, in the discourse of the Zuo Daoren, there is this method of nourishing the soul and the soul. In fact, Xiao Yunluo relied on his essence blood to condense the entity......

For Mo Yan, a drop of essence blood is not a big deal, and he will borrow it, and he is not afraid that this remnant soul will fight back afterwards. Whether it is a soul or a spirit body, after feeding with blood, in addition to nourishing and strengthening the other party, it is also a shackle that can control the other party. Speaking of which, the method of transporting the five ghosts in the Taoist book is probably used in this way. In general, this method of blood feeding is extremely safe, and there is no backlash. Unless the strength of the spirit body and soul that is being raised suddenly increases greatly, surpassing the cultivator himself, it is impossible for him to counterattack.

Of course, even if there is a backlash, Mo Yan will not be afraid. The so-called one thing descends to one thing, unless it crosses two major realms, otherwise, any kind of spirit body and soul body in this world will be restrained by the Divine Soul Cultivator.

Specifically, this remnant soul in front of him was so weak that it would disappear at any time, even if it was rescued and then given five hundred years of cultivation time, it would not be possible to pose any threat to Mo Yan......

Mo Yan's groaning, what he was thinking about in his heart was not whether to save or not, but to be amazed at the tenacity of this remnant soul.

It's already so weak that it can still separate a little soul fire to transmit its thoughts, which shows how deep its obsession with life is!

In addition, he thought that the autonomous consciousness of this remnant soul had almost dissipated, but he didn't expect that this guy was so tenacious that he actually came to his senses again at the last moment of dissipation......

"Interesting ......"

Mo Yan nodded slightly, and said to the skull: "Presumably, you died in this magic circle in the early years, and you should know something about this place, so I will save you......"

As he spoke, he slashed his finger with his fingernails, forcing out a drop of sperm blood that dripped onto the skull.

As soon as the blood fell, it immediately seeped into the inside of the skull along the gap in the skull, and then turned into a bright red blood mist, which was slowly absorbed by two points of blue soul fire......

The process was a little slow, but Mo Yan was not in a hurry, he stood aside and closed his eyes, carefully sensing the breath of the black cat.

After a moment, he frowned slightly.

In the induction just now, the black cat's breath was already close at hand, but at this time, the black cat's breath disappeared completely.

"No, it's not disappearing, it's supposed to be isolated."

The aura of the black cat disappeared very abruptly, but there was a trace of it, and it was as vigorous as before. Mo Yan judged from this that the black cat should have suddenly entered some isolated space. It's like a girl with a body scent passing you by and entering a closed room. You can't see her, but you can smell her vibrant body fragrance......

Mo Yan continued to sense, trying to mark the location where the black cat disappeared last.

At this time, the skull on the ground had completely absorbed Mo Yan's drop of essence blood, and the two faint blue lights in the eye sockets had not only completely recovered, but also had benefits, turning into a dark blue color.

This dark blue is not dazzling, it seems very restrained, but when you look closely, you will find that in the deepest part of the soul fire, a little bright silver has begun to be born......

The skull suddenly flipped and rolled towards the messy pile of bones on the ground. Then two blue mist erupted from the eye socket of the skull, enveloping all the scattered bones.

Mo Yan's mind was no longer here, and when he saw this scene, he neither stopped nor looked at it much, just glanced at it lightly.

…… The blue mist swirled on the ground for nearly three minutes before it converged and returned to the skull.

The next moment, a tall and white skeleton knelt on one knee and appeared in front of Mo Yan.

This kneeling on one knee was not a surrender to Mo Yan, because before Mo Yan could turn his gaze, it stood up.

Moreover, it still held the rusty ghost-headed knife in its hand, and the two points of soul fire in its eyes jumped and moved......

Mo Yan turned his head at this time, glanced at the ghost head knife, and said lightly: "This thing is not popular now......

The skeleton's figure trembled slightly, and the two points of soul fire in his eyes were also a little messy, probably not expecting Mo Yan to burst out with such a nonsensical sentence.

Mo Yan didn't seem to see the faint rebelliousness of the skeleton at all, he looked up and down at the skeleton, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, as if he was wondering how this existence, which obviously violated various scientific theories, was glued together and could move freely?

The next moment, he said: "After being dead for so long, and the vocal cords are gone, can you still speak human words?" ”

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