Chapter 285

Wei Yuan took a breath of cold with pain, but he was also shocked. Leng Qianqiu was so powerful that he had little room to fight back.

"Why are you still alive Wei Yuan exclaimed, Leng Qianqiu was a figure 7000 years ago. Even if he was a master of tianwu, he could not have lived so long.

Old man, grave Leng Qianqiu sinks a drink, the sword in his hand kills Wei Yuan again. Looking at the shining sword, Wei Yuan feels the breath of death.

"Mr. Wei, this is not a cold thousand years, this is his dead spirit resentment!" Han Yu said in a deep voice. Leng Qianqiu was a strong man in tianwu realm before his death. He could have strong resentment of the dead after his death. After so many years of evolution, not only has the independent consciousness been born, but also has become extremely powerful.

Wei Yuan's face became more ugly, the spirits complained, mysterious, more than he could deal with.

"Han Yu, you go first, I'll hold him back!" Wei Yuan roared.

Han Yu didn't expect Wei Yuan to be so righteous, and Wei Yuan's strength was obviously far less than Leng Qianqiu's undead resentment. He took a sword on his left shoulder, and suddenly his blood gushed.

If you go on like this, you can't escape. You must be buried here.

Han Yu suddenly thought of something and quickly took it out. He divided it into two pieces. One was sprinkled on the spirit of the dead, the other on Wei Yuan. He yelled, "take it, Mr. Wei. It can restrain the resentment of the dead!"

I saw a purple glow flying out of Han Yu's hands, just like a meteor shower. This is the purple sky god sand. Zixiao God sand is a kind of God to restrain the evil spirits. In the past, Tianlao once said that if Han Yu held Zixiao God sand in his hand, he could go to Yeti Gou to subdue the evil spirits in the earth and martial realm as long as he cultivated to the soul and martial realm.

Wei Yuan and the undead's resentment are both experts in the realm of Diwu. Wei Yuan holds Zixiao God sand in his hand and should be able to subdue it.

Zixiao God sand just fly out, the spirit of the dead resentment will feel the threat, issued a sharp cry, quickly dodge. Wei Yuan is pleased to see the situation, and grabs the Zixiao God sand thrown to Han Yu.

The sand of Zixiao God, which Han Yu sprinkled on the spirits of the dead, has spread out in a large area, covering the dead's resentment. A look of panic flashed in the eyes of the dead, who quickly waved his sword to resist.

A series of terrible sword Qi blows Zixiao God sand. Although Han Yu's Zixiao God sand can't get close to him, we can see that as long as the sword Qi is hit by Zixiao God sand, it will make a zizizi sound and then evaporate. Just because Han Yuxiu is too low, the power to spread out is not big, so he can't really hurt the spirit of the dead.

After seizing Zixiao God sand, Wei Yuan shot ten pieces between his fingers. The strength of Wei Yuan's fight was far beyond Han Yu's, and he directly penetrated the defense of the undead's resentment and hit him. Zixiao God sand directly through the body of the dead, let it scream repeatedly.

Wei Yuan was overjoyed and quickly flicked his fingers. Like meteors, the purple sky god sand hit the dead's resentment. After more than 100 Zixiao God sands were finished, the body of the dead's resentment had been riddled with holes and turned into a sieve.

"Roar..."

The spirit of the dead roared like a beast. His rotten head was extremely ferocious. Only half of his eyes were shining with resentment. His body quickly melted into a mass of gas.

"Mr. Wei, start to beat him up!" Han Yu yelled in a hurry.

Undead resentment is not an entity. Even if the body is destroyed, it will not die, but the strength is dispelled. Han Yu doesn't know how strong the ghost resentment is now. The most appropriate way is to take advantage of it and ask it to die!

Wei Yuan responded quickly, clapped out with one hand, and the seven level martial arts skills were handy. Wei Yuan's feet pounded on the ground, and the sand of Zixiao God flew out for his use. Under the impact of more than 300 Zixiao God sands, the spirit of the dead became weaker. Han Yu took the opportunity to release the power of his soul and turned into an invisible one The big hand of the dead, grasp in the hands of the dead.

"Old Wei, it's OK. Let me refine it!" Han Yu reminded Wei Yuan, and then sat down, refining the spirit of the dead.

Wei Yuan stopped, but he had already grasped a handful of Zixiao God sand in his hand. As long as there was any change in the undead's resentment, he must strike out at the first time.

At this time, the spirit of Han Yu was extremely weak, and Han Yu's soul power took advantage of it and soon controlled it. However, the spirit resentment in tianwu realm was much more stubborn than that in Diwu realm. Even if Han Yu's soul power was comparable to that of top Xie Ling warrior, it took him half an hour to completely erase his consciousness and drag him into the mud pill palace.

Not long after, Han Yu completely refined the spirit of the dead into a curse and poured it into Qi Tian Jia. Suddenly, an unprecedented cold breath came out from Qi Tian Jia. Not only did Han Yu feel creepy, but also Wei Yuan, who was not far away, shivered.

If Wei Yuan was Qi's Heavenly Master, he would surely see that eight curses were floating on Han Yu's head, forming a circle, as if eight mountains were pressing on Han Yu's head.

Han Yu glanced up and sighed. With the higher level of Qi Tianshi, his curse became heavier and his cause and effect became heavier.Han Yu took back his eyes and looked inside the mud pill palace. Tianlao's body was a little more solid than before. Refining the spirit of the dead was really the way to wake him up. However, Tianlao still sleeps with his eyes closed. Obviously, it is not enough for him to wake up.

However, Han Yu is still relieved. Now it has been confirmed that resentment of the dead is the way to wake up Tianlao, and he doesn't have to worry too much about Tianlao.

Han Yu, are you ok Seeing that Han Yu didn't look very good, Wei Yuan asked in a hurry.

Han Yu came back to his senses, suppressed his melancholy and said with a smile, "Mr. Wei, I'm fine. What treasure do you want to take? Now it's time to start. The vibration has already attracted the attention of the outside! "

After refining cold Qianqiu's undead resentment, Han Yu became a senior Xie Ling strong man, and his soul strength had taken a qualitative leap. He was about to break through Xieling's strong man and reach the strength of a low-level Xie Ling division. The power of the soul is released, which can reach a range of 900 Zhang. At this time, Han Yu knew everything outside.

The power of Han Yu's trapped array was too small to resist the wave of Wei Yuan's fighting with the undead. Now it has attracted the attention of the army outside and rushed into the cemetery. However, there is a magic array around the tomb, and they haven't found any clue.

Wei Yuan nodded and returned the Zixiao God sand in his hand to Han Yu. He said gratefully, "little friend Han Yu, if it wasn't for you this time, I'm afraid I'll fold here. I owe you a favor. If you need anything, you can tell me what I can do, and I won't refuse!"

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