The hatred in Ye Shuilan's eyes was like blood steaming in a fire, hot and scarlet. The next moment, Ye Fenghe felt a pain in the back of his heart, and a sharp object shot straight towards his heart.
He lowered his head and saw the cylindrical object pierced out of his chest, which was the railing of the cage.
How could this happen? Can the Dark Language Night Walk be so strong?
The next moment, wrinkles grew on Ye Shuilan's handsome face, the corners of his eyes drooped, turbid liquid emerged from his eyes, and his hair turned from black to gray, then back to white.
Thunder suddenly flashed in Ye Fenghe's heart, and he immediately understood what four words he had just said, all...shouyuan, all lifespan!
Ye Shuilan actually used all his lifespan to activate the code word night walk, causing the loosest railing to be ejected and shot into his heart.
"Ye Fenghe, I want you... to pay with your life." A hoarse voice came from Ye Shuilan's throat, but there was obvious pleasure in his eyes.
Ye Fenghe smiled in a blink of an eye, and pinched Ye Shuilan's neck with his big hands, making his eyes bulge slightly, "Take a good look, brother, you are wrong, I am already in the Yunling stage. I can cultivate immortality." He tapped the iron rod on his chest with his other hand and said with a smile: "You wouldn't think that such a small iron rod can destroy the heart of a cultivator, right?"
"You should stab here." Ye Fenghe said while tapping the position of his Dantian, "It's a pity that you spent all your lifespan and couldn't kill me. Who told you to always treat me as a mortal? "
Disbelief filled Ye Shuilan's eyes, and the look in his eyes gradually turned vicious. He stared at Ye Fenghe with great reluctance, but he only felt that the power in Ye Fenghe's hands was getting stronger and stronger.
"It's you who deserve to die. Go to hell to see Su Yue." Ye Feng said with a ferocious smile.
Ye Shui's blue eyes protruded, and his face turned purple. His mouth was half open, and the teeth that had fallen out due to aging rolled onto Ye Fenghe's hand. His tongue stretched out, twitched a few times, and then nothing happened. Unable to tell.
Ye Fenghe didn't know what he wanted to say, so he just stared into his eyes full of hatred and strangled him to death.
Ye Shuilan breathed his last completely, but Ye Fenghe did not let go of his hand. He pinched it for a while, looked at his brother's dead eyes, then slowly let go of his hand, and vomited out a mouthful of blood tremblingly. At this point, he A hint of panic appeared in his eyes.
He didn't dare to move, especially the iron rod that passed through his heart. Ye Fenghe tremblingly took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms, lit it with a fire stick, and covered Ye Shuilan's body, waiting for a reaction.
However, there was no response.
There was more and more cold sweat on Ye Fenghe's forehead, and the blood in his heart continued to flow out. His face turned pale a little bit. He used his remaining strength to swallow a pill to stop bleeding. He knelt on the ground and blinked. Staring at Ye Shuilan's body without blinking.
quick,
Hurry...
Ye Fenghe's body gradually became colder and his breathing became weaker. He was going to die.
He was not in the Yunling stage, he was just a mortal in the Qi refining stage. He deceived Ye Shuilan. If such a thick iron rod pierced his heart, of course he would die.
If he wasn't afraid that Ye Shuilan would see the flaw, he wouldn't strangle him to death so quickly.
This had ruined his plan. He wanted to torture the woman again, but because of this blow to the heart, he hurriedly killed Ye Shuilan.
If there is not enough resentment, wouldn’t it mean that we have failed in our efforts?
Then you are really dead.
Just when Ye Fenghe was despairing, a translucent black shadow floated out of Ye Shuilan's body. The black shadow was filled with soaring resentment, and it was the resentful ghost.
Ye Fenghe could see this ghost, and saw the black shadow absorbing the talisman. His eyes burst out with light of hope. Then, the black shadow turned into a pure force, as if inspired by something, and moved towards him. The Dantian shot straight out, flowing through his body and washing through his bones.
The huge impact aggravated the wound in Ye Fenghe's heart. He spat out another mouthful of blood, but gritted his teeth to absorb the power washing over his body.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered here, forming a vortex, rushing into Ye Fenghe's body, turning into mana, flowing through his body, converging at his Dantian, and slowly forming a spiritual root.
The spiritual root glowed for an instant, forming a mysterious force that surged toward the heart, repairing the wounds on it bit by bit.
Ye Fenghe's eyes that were about to become distracted regained focus, he raised his hand tremblingly, and slowly pulled out the iron rod from his chest.
The mana poured in crazily, and combined with the power of the medicine he had taken before, it quickly repaired his heart.
The iron rod was not very thick and had no magic power on it. It was enough to kill a mortal, but for practitioners, it could heal.
This is the difference between ordinary people and practitioners.
Ye Fenghe did panic when he was stabbed, but he was betting. He was using his last breath to bet on the success time of that method. If the spell was completed before he died, he could become Yun Ling. In time, this fatal injury can be cured.
The most important thing about this method is the grievances of loved ones.
So he pretended to have succeeded in cultivation. He wanted to make Ye Shuilan feel regretful, to make him think that all the longevity he had given was a joke, and to make him die with hatred. Only in this way can the resentment be cursed. Absorb it and turn it into the power to change your own physique.
Only by yourself can you survive.
Brother, thank you very much.
The corners of Ye Fenghe's mouth slowly raised, and then he laughed loudly, and the laughter continued to echo in the basement.
The next moment, he stood up, smiled, took the iron rod pulled out from his heart, and accurately threw it at the tied woman's neck.
Blood spurted out, the woman's body twitched, and then she died.
Ye Fenghe walked to Ye Shuilan's body, put it away, then walked out of the basement, stepped on the Bagua seat, chose a location, dug a hole, and buried the body.
After doing all this, he took out a few more charms and pasted them on the land.
…
Ye Shuilan only told the story when he died, "Later, I found out that he had lied to me. At that time, he was not Yun Ling Qi at all, but I died with hatred, and my resentment turned him into Yun Ling Qi. Still let him survive.”
The ghost said expressionlessly.
Everyone was silent for a while. That person named Ye Fenghe was so vicious.
Li Ting frowned, feeling that this story was full of weirdness, "If Ye Shuilan turns into a resentful ghost, and then the resentful ghost becomes the power of his cultivation, then who are you? What is the blue ghost?"
His words made everyone's hair stand on end. They all stared at Ye Shuilan. Tang Yuan's hand that had been pressing the scimitar tightened again, obviously to guard against the ghost in front of him.
Ye Shuilan took in everyone's expressions and said calmly: "This is exactly what I want to tell you."
"The evil spell Ye Feng Hena found is called the Three Ghost Rebirth Technique, which allows a person to have three ghost bodies after death, namely a good ghost, an evil ghost, and a resentful ghost.
As long as a good ghost has evil thoughts, it will be separated and become an evil ghost. When the evil ghost becomes powerful enough, it will turn into a resentful ghost. At that time, he will rely on that spell to swallow the resentful ghost and strengthen himself.
Then wait for the good ghost to generate evil thoughts again and turn into an unconscious evil ghost. When the evil ghost becomes strong, it will turn into a new resentful ghost. This cycle continues, providing him with endless nourishment for cultivation. "
Several people gasped, this technique is really too evil.
"The blue ghost you are talking about is a resentful ghost that is already conscious. Ye Fenghe locked it here to devour people from Xizhou. When it becomes stronger, you can devour it again. Although you kill it now, you can't As long as ghosts and evil spirits are still there, new resentful ghosts will be born." Ye Shuilan explained.
"Are you a good ghost?" Yun Shu suddenly asked.
Ye Shuilan stared at her for a while and nodded slowly.
"The thing with the same font as yours is the evil ghost separated from you?" Li Ting asked.
"The fonts are the same?" Ye Shuilan was stunned.
"Didn't you leave a line of words on the island? When we broke through the blue river water before, there was also a line of words with the same font, 'Who touched my Sha Qing'. That word was different from the blue ghost's handwriting. It should be yours. Just write it." Yun Shu said.
Ye Shuilan's expression changed from astonishment to surprise, "It is already conscious. It is indeed an evil ghost. It has my obsession with paint, but if it can write, it means it is conscious. Soon it will become It belongs to the resentful ghost. If the blue ghost had not died at that time, it would have fought and devoured it. But now that the blue ghost is dead, when it turns into a resentful ghost, a new ghost realm will be formed here, and it has not been destroyed by the night wind. It’s locked, and I don’t know what it’s capable of.”
"What should we do?" Yun Shu asked.
"Huanyang grass, only Huanyang grass can really kill me. If I no longer exist, the evil ghosts created by me will naturally no longer exist." Ye Shuilan said expressionlessly.
Did he actually kill him?
Ye Ming looked a little sad, "You..." But as soon as he said a word, he couldn't go on. Ye Shui Lan's situation was indeed worse than life. Maybe disappearing would be a relief for him. .
