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Chapter two hundred and twenty fifth seal

Mu Wushuang looked at the copper ring twisted by Lin Miao, reached out and touched it before taking a step back and said, "The internal strength of Tianyang Zhendian... Lin Miao is so amazing!" Long Yubing felt a lot warmer on his body, and looked up at the braised copper ring and asked, "This... Wushuang, how did Lin Miao do it?" Mu Wushuang shook his head and said, "Of course he can twist it with his hands."

After saying that, Mu Wushuang strode into the gate of the Zhou family that was opened, and Long Yubing followed Mu Wushuang into the Zhou house. Mu Wushuang stood in the yard of Zhou family, looked at the neat but empty room and said, "Where can you find so many rooms? It seems that you have to use a chasing talisman." As he said that, Mu Wushuang turned around and asked Long Yubing, "Is uncle carrying yellow paper on his body? I'll draw the talisman."

Long Yubing hesitated for a moment and said, "But I didn't bring cinnabar or brush." ​​Mu Wushuang drew out Juluo's sword and cut his index finger indifferently: "Just use my blood." Long Yubing handed the yellow paper to Mu Wushuang's hand. Mu Wushuang pinched his index finger with his thumb, squeezed out a few drops of blood, and in a moment he finished drawing a talisman of flying dragons and flying phoenixes.

Then Mu Wushuang flipped over the paper talisman and wrote Feng Hua's name, threw the paper talisman into the air. The paper talisman floated northwest against the wind. Mu Wushuang and Long Yubing followed the talisman to walk towards the northwest of the courtyard. When they arrived at the northwest corner of the yard, Mu Wushuang saw more than three feet of earth pit on the ground at a glance, and smiled bitterly. Long Yubing saw that there were still blood in the earth pit, and immediately asked nervously: "What's going on with this pit, Wushuang?"

Mu Wushuang looked at Long Yubing who was a little panicked and could only comfort her patiently and said, "Don't be afraid, uncle, it was made by Lin Miao with a mountain-collar cannon. As for the blood on the soil, it was the yellow-skinned spirit killed by Lin Miao." Long Yubing breathed a sigh of relief. Mu Wushuang saw that there were still five or six large and small rooms in the northwest corner, so he could only throw another chasing talisman, which still floated against the wind toward the house on the edge.

Mu Wushuang and Long Yubing looked at each other and nodded. Mu Wushuang pulled out Juluo Jian and came to the room, cut the copper lock on the door along the crack of the door, and then gently pushed open the door. The room was dark and a smell of mold came to her face. Mu Wushuang suddenly saw a little girl wearing only a red bellyband lying beside the bed, and couldn't help but whisper: "Uncle Master, it seems you're trouble for you!"

Long Yubing walked into the room and saw Mu Wushuang standing outside the door. He had already vaguely understood what was going on. After Long Yubing saw the girl, he immediately unbuttoned Mu Wushuang's coat and put it on the girl. Then Long Yubing suddenly found that the girl's expression was strange, without a trace of expression on her face, and she was as rigid as a scroll. Long Yubing exclaimed, sat down on the bed and carefully looked at the girl's body.

Mu Wushuang asked without looking back: "Uncle Master, is there anything strange?" Long Yubing frowned and said, "Uncle Master is Uncle Master, can you remove that small word?" Mu Wushuang replied casually: "Uncle Master said that, Wushuang knows." Long Yubing looked at Mu Wushuang with an unhappy face, then reached out to hold Feng Hua's forehead and touched her head bit by bit.

On the Baihui acupoint above Feng Hua's head, Long Yubing really touched a thin silver needle. Long Yubing immediately held his breath, walked around the silver needle, and then touched the back of her head. Feng Hua's back of his head had silver needles on both the Fengchi and Tianzhu acupoints. Mu Wushuang heard Long Yubing hold his breath and could only ask with some concern: "Uncle Master, what's wrong?"

Long Yubing pondered and sighed: "Someone sealed her three corpse gods, wanting her to die here!" "What!" Mu Wushuang said with a low roar: "I sealed the three corpse gods, and I can't even enter the cycle of reincarnation! What exactly does Zhou Suan want?!" Long Yubing picked up the girl and said: "Fortunately, we came in time, and her three souls have not been completely destroyed. Also, the position of these three silver needles is not very accurate. I don't know if the person who started the attack was not good enough or did it on purpose..."

Mu Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to speak, Long Yubing whispered again: "Nevertheless, the three souls were damaged, and one of her five senses might be ruined..." Mu Wushuang asked in a low voice: "How serious is this...?" Long Yubing hesitated for a moment, carefully pulling out the silver needle on Feng Hua's head and saying: "There must be one of the deaf, dumb, blind and epilepsy..."

When Mu Wushuang heard Long Yubing say this, he couldn't help but hold the Ju Luo Sword Sword in his right hand and clattered. After Long Yubing pulled out the three corpse needles, Feng Hua's face also showed a painful expression. Long Yubing picked her up and stood beside Mu Wushuang and asked, "While it's still time, I'll find a place to summon her soul. If it's too late, everything will be done!" Mu Wushuang nodded, held Ju Luo Sword tightly in his left hand and said, "Go to Zhou Su'an's main room."

Then Mu Wushuang strode out of Feng Hua's room, went straight to the main house of Zhou's family, kicking open the locked door. When Long Yubing hugged Feng Hua and followed him into the room, Mu Wushuang had already tidied up the bedroom bed. After Long Yubing put Feng Hua on the bed, he immediately took out a few pieces of yellow paper. Mu Wushuang took the inkstone and scratched his fingers again, and a lot of blood was released in a moment.

Long Yubing arranged yellow paper, picked up a brush, and saw the heated blood in the inkstone. Long Yubing was immediately frightened and staggered back. Mu Wushuang looked at Long Yubing in surprise and asked, "Uncle Master, are you afraid of blood?" Long Yubing nodded with a pale face, and then shook his head again. Mu Wushuang picked up another brush and blocked Long Yubing and said, "What else do you want besides the soul-summoning talisman? Uncle Master, say, I'll draw."

Long Yubing said with a stuttering: "Jing... Jingxin Talisman, and Ankang... Kang Talisman..." Mu Wushuang nodded - one of these two talismans is used to stabilize the three souls, and the other is used to restore the essence of the human body. After a stick of incense, Mu Wushuang had already drawn three paper talismans. Long Yubing sat on a chair with his eyes and lips closed. Mu Wushuang came to Long Yubing with three paper talismans, and looked at Long Yubing like a frightened rabbit, and couldn't help but feel funny.

Mu Wushuang handed the paper talisman to Long Yubing and said, "Uncle Jung, the paper talisman has been drawn." Long Yubing hurriedly opened his eyes, looked at the bright red handwriting on the yellow paper, and couldn't help swallowing. Mu Wushuang said with a wicked smile: "Just treat it as cinnabar, I am a real boy's eyebrows (virgin blood)." Long Yubing looked up at Mu Wushuang, nodded and took the paper talisman.

Mu Wushuang turned around and covered the blood in the inkstone with yellow paper, then looked around. Long Yubing sat in front of Feng Hua's bed. Seeing that the soul-suming talisman did not respond, he thought about it and said to Mu Wushuang: "Hey, hey! Put away your Juluo Sword." Mu Wushuang said oh, and sent Juluo Sword back to the scabbard. Long Yubing waited for a moment, but still could not see Feng Hua's three souls, so he frowned and said, "Give me your Juluo Sword, the sword is too evil in your hands!"

Mu Wushuang hesitated for a moment and said, "Uncle Master, not everyone can touch my sword!" Long Yubing said angrily, "I can both take Xiaoyu and the dead hooligan, but I can't?" Mu Wushuang could only stare at Long Yubing, slowly clenched the Ju Luo sword, and handed it to her carefully.
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