"Die, I want you to die!"

"Damn it, little bastard!"

Boom~~~~~~

Mo Yuan and the ancestor of the Lu family were still attacking Wang Yu, as if they could not hear Wang Yu's words at all.

Or, they didn't realize they were dead at all.

Always maintaining the obsession and state of the last moment of his life.

them,

It's unconscious!

But it is indeed the soul of the two!

Their attacks on Wang Yu turned into pure soul power and became supplements for Wang Yu's soul.

"The aura of agility in the ancient mountains and forests is very strong. Although this city is very weak, there are also... Could it be that this agility has lowered the standard of soul formation? Moreover, it has only been reduced to level A?"

While absorbing the soul power of the two people after their deaths and nourishing their dry soul source, Wang Yu thought to himself.

A series of cold breezes hovering around him.

Obviously, losing physical support is just the power of the soul in the last moment before death, which can definitely shine into reality, but the effect it produces is minimal. Wang Yu studied it all day and found some rules. At midnight, the wind is the greatest!

At noon, the wind is the least...

Wang Yu also tried to temper his soul, but his soul's power was too good. Except for the perception that it could spread normally, it could not be tempered and absorbed from the body. It was still a long way from the soul leaving the body.

No way,

His weakest thing now is the power of his soul!

No one knew that he was not only at the master level, but also at the master level, but also at the master level, and he had already reached the master level when he killed Lu Feng a month ago.

Now it is,

Master’s Peak!

That is the peak of the ninth level of innate Qi Refining!

"Forget it, it's been more than a day. Let's take a nap and absorb it slowly. I can't find anything useful."

Wang Yu gave up trying.

The faint crystal light shining in his eyes slowly dissipated, and the figures of the ancestor of the Lu family and Mo Yuan suddenly disappeared from his sight and perception.

But the feeling of making the soul comfortable is still there.

The slight cold wind is also there.

...

Lujia Villa, ancestral hall.

"Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qua~Qu

A pitch-black crow hovered above the Lu family in the gloomy sky.

Mourning hall, coffin, sorrow and joy.

People wearing mourning clothes.

The people from the Lu family and Bawu Sect are there.

There are three mourning halls.

The mourning hall of the ancestor of the Lu family occupies the main position, and the filial sons and grandchildren are the most virtuous, all of whom are powerful people in the Lu family, including the head of the Lu family.

Lu Nantian is the first genius of the Lu family, but the mourning hall after his death is just a simple foil. If it weren't for the ancestor of the Lu family, he would probably be as simple as Lu Feng a month ago.

The genius he cultivated has consumed countless resources and has not made real contributions to the family, so he has turned his hair away. How could it be grand after his death?

Mo Yuan’s funeral was in charge of Huang Zhong, the new deacon in Lingyun City, Bawumen. He borrowed the Lu family’s venue and held it very simply. There were only some outer disciples and Mo Yuan’s daughter Mo Huizi, who kept the spirit.

The Lu family invited Taoist priests who specialize in rituals and rituals.

Now even though we have entered the era of spiritual energy recovery, it is very common to ask the Taoist priest to save the dead and specialize in rituals in the Taoist temple.

Usually, they are just charlatans, just walking around the situation and doing things.

But at this moment, the head of the Lu family, Huang Zhong, the Bawu Sect of the Bawu Sect, and several core figures of the Lu family and Bawu Sect were looking at the group of Taoist priests doing rituals in a basement of the Lu family with a look of awe and expectation.

There were thirty-seven people.

Thirty-six young Taoist priests and one old Taoist.

There are tributes on the altar, and there are three corpses in front of the altar, which are the corpses of the ancestors of the Lu family, Mo Yuan and Lu Nantian.

It was obviously treated by the embalmer, and there was no gap in the joints, but Lu Nantian, who was trampled on his head, could not be restored. It must be a fake head.

The old Taoist held a peach wood sword in his right hand and a yellow paper cinnabar talisman in his left hand, muttering words in his mouth. Thirty-six little Taoists made constant changes according to the old Taoist's spells in a certain direction.

There is no light, only the faint light of the candle.

And the paper talisman that spontaneously ignites in the old Taoist hand.

"The heaven and earth are clear, and the Yin Si is on the upper side. Here are Lu Fangyuan, the xx month of the year xx year, Lu Nantian, the xx month of the year xx year, and the xx year of the year, Lingyun City, and the xx year of Moyuan City... from Sanbu Village, Dujiang County, Jinling City... to summon Ling to return to his position, urgently as the law!"

Scream! Scream! Scream!

Three paper talismans were shot out and immediately divided into three directions, igniting spontaneously on the corpses of the three people. A series of cold winds circling up. The paper talismans burned into ashes, but did not fall to the ground, and strangely hovered and flew above the three people.

The old Taoist held the sword in his hand and pointed it in front of his chest, closed his eyes, and muttered something in his mouth. The thirty-six little Taoists kept changing their directions and dancing the wooden sword.

At this moment, the temperature in the entire basement seemed to drop a lot, and the candles turned into dark blue flames, flickering.

"Lu Nantian!"

The old Taoist suddenly widened his eyes and pointed his sword at the void, as if he was in the void, and then he looked at the direction of Lu Nantian's corpse, "Du!"

A paper talisman actually floated over strangely, floating above the corpse, one person high.

"I gathered the spirit with thirty-six heavenly gangs,

Give the law,

Turn to Yin and Yang,

Break the two realms,

Defeat the enemy in a dream,

Urgently as the law!

Duh!"

Buzz!

The runes floating above Lu Nantian's body ignited spontaneously, and then a cold wind suddenly blew up.

"Nantian..."

The head of the Lu family looked at the direction of Lu Nantian's corpse in tears, and kept turning his head, as if he was watching Lu Nantian leave.

"Brother Nantian..."

Mo Huizi wanted to rush forward but was grabbed by Huang Zhong, and covered her mouth and said in a voice: "Yin and Yang are separated, let's be sad."

"Lu Fangyuan, Mo Yuan, return to his position, hurry up as the law!"

"Lu Fangyuan, Mo Yuan, return to his position, hurry up as the law!"

The old Taoist frowned slightly, shouted twice in a row, his whole body trembled slightly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

But the runes that were hovering and flying above the corpses of the two people were about to float away again and again.

The old Taoist suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto a new rune, and suddenly cast a spell and shouted again:

"Lu Fangyuan, Mo Yuan, return to his position, hurry up as the law!"

"boom!"

Crack! Crash...

The people present could not have imagined that the altar collapsed directly, and the ashes hovering above the bodies of Lu Fangyuan, the ancestor of the Lu family and Mo Yuan, were scattered directly, and two candles in the basement were extinguished.

"puff!"

The old Taoist and the thirty-six little Taoist priests spit out a mouthful of blood at this moment, and they all sat on the ground all of a sudden, all of them looked frightened.

"Whose master is responsible for the trouble?"

The old Taoist said in shock.

...

Third Middle School, Ji Linglong’s villa and Wang Yu’s room.

When the old Taoist practiced, Mo Yuan and the ancestor of the Lu family stopped attacking Wang Yu, but instead wanted to leave frantically, but Wang Yu, who seemed to be sleeping soundly, seemed to stretch out two invisible hands, like steel bars and iron hoops, slamming their souls tightly!
Chapter completed!