Mo Yan was startled and his face became even more ugly.
She had heard of this longevity essence before, but it was not from the original owner, but from her time.
A village near the temple suffered from such a thing, and its population became smaller and smaller until it became extinct.
People around them said that the village was cursed, until the same thing started happening in a nearby village.
When people realized the danger, panic spread quickly, and people began to flee with their families, which also attracted an outsider.
Later, I heard that someone raised the longevity essence, sucking people's longevity to help them practice evil skills.
The bad guy has been killed by the master, and Shou Yuanjing has been burned to the point of being burned to the bone.
She had never seen Shou Yuanjing, but she remembered these three words.
She originally thought that the Jiang family had offended someone, and someone had hired an evil sorcerer to perform evil spells to rob the Jiang family of their longevity. However, she did not expect that someone was cultivating the longevity essence.
This is a sinister thing that harms Tianhe. It is so wicked.
Shouyuanjing, as the name suggests, is a spirit that sucks human lifespan.
The people who feed them rely on the life energy they absorb to increase their cultivation and prolong their lives. This is the most despised technique.
This has been extinct for many years, but I didn’t expect it to appear here again.
But why did Shou Yuan Jing choose the Jiang family as his caregiver?
But it had no impact on the neighbors around the Jiang family's old house.
Is there something unknown here?
Also, why do the people who raise the longevity essence cast another spell? It is to ensure that it is absolutely foolproof, so that the Jiang family can be extinct, and the people of the Jiang family can still be controlled by it after they leave the old house.
Or is it so that people can find something wrong as early as possible, so that they can find this place and expose these longevity essences?
Is it to hide something, or do you want to tell the person who discovered it?
Why did Mo Yan feel so inexplicably familiar?
Mo Yan suddenly trembled, remembering what the original owner once told her.
I see!
In this way, she understood everything.
After figuring out the key, Mo Yan became energetic. He sat cross-legged, concentrated his mind, and worked out the mysterious secret with his hands.
The small wooden sword and Qiao Nanhai's small wooden sword buzzed loudly for a while, transforming into nine jade swords shining with red light, causing the black energy that was still wrapped around them to dissipate in an instant.
The skull sensed the danger and roared towards Mo Yan.
Eighteen swords also rushed forward.
Following closely behind were rows of talisman papers, burning with golden light.
"Zhizhizhi..."
The skull made a sharp and piercing cry, and the color became much darker.
The red light on the sword also dimmed, and the talisman turned into fly ash and scattered in all directions.
Mo Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, and Qiao Nanhai and Qi Lao were also shaken by the impact.
Qi Lao was okay, but Qiao Nanhai also had blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and his mouth smelled like rust.
Seeing Mo Yan vomiting blood, Qiao Nanhai was so shocked that he almost fell down. He ignored the dull pain in his chest and rushed over to check.
"stop!"
Qi Lao stopped Qiao Nanhai and shouted: "Hold Yuan Shouyi, stay calm!"
Seeing that Qiao Nanhai had stopped walking obediently, but his eyes were about to burst, he quickly comforted him:
"She's fine. If you're too impatient and can't help her protect the door, she'll be in real danger!"
Seeing that Qiao Nanhai still looked suspicious, Qilao snorted coldly:
"I made a contract with her. If she dies, how can I live alone!"
Mo Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and waved his hand towards Qiao Nanhai, "Listen to her!"
Qiao Nanhai stabilized.
As long as Mo Yan is fine, he can do whatever he wants.
Qi Lao couldn't hold it back and rolled her eyes fiercely: "Humph!"
The unnoticed cinnabar mole on the inner side of Mo Yan's left arm was now glowing red, and a small vortex appeared in the space inside, getting bigger and bigger.
Qiao Nanhai suddenly didn't realize it, but Qilao couldn't help but glance at Mo Yan, and he paid more attention to her.
Mo Yan and Skull Head both suffered losses, and it was hard to see who had the advantage.
There were several fierce collisions.
The size of the skull has shrunk a lot, and its color has turned light gray.
Mo Yan was not much better. His body sitting on the ground was swaying and he was about to lose his seat.
There were even more blood stains in front of him, glowing with a strange dark red light.
The last fight!
Qi Lao was fine and didn't seem to have anything wrong with him, but Qiao Nanhai was already shaky and breathing heavily.
Mo Yan looked nervously to the side and in front of him, with a worried look on his face.
He regretted it. Long before Mo Yan did these things, he should have asked if there was any danger.
Some people may accuse him of being selfish, but he will never defend himself.
If he himself was in danger, he would not frown, but this is his wife who is dear to his heart!
He just wanted her to be well.
But now, things have reached the most critical moment. He knows his wife's temper and will not take a step back even if she dies.
Since we can't stop it, let's fight together!
He clenched his fists, and an indomitable momentum burst out, causing Qi Lao to look at him in surprise.
Qi Lao: This man is capable!
Mo Yan trembled with trembling hands and once again created a mysterious magic spell.
Just when Mo Yan was making a desperate move, condensing the last strength, and planning to fight to the death, the huge skull was also condensing with all his strength, and once again condensed into a small skull that was very small and as black as ink.
After the final spell was fired, Mo Yan could no longer maintain his cross-legged posture and collapsed to the ground as he watched the small wooden sword, talisman paper, and various small flags with spells rushing towards the skull.
Qiao Nanhai could no longer care about anything else. He crawled to his wife with bleeding eyes and held her in his arms.
Seeing the skull with overwhelming momentum, it rushed through the obstruction of the small wooden sword, talisman paper and small flag, and came towards him fiercely with the flying ash they turned into.
Both men closed their eyes, preparing to receive the enemy's final fatal blow.
Qi Lao was sitting cross-legged not far from them, holding a spell in his hand.
The skull stood upright in front of Mo Yan, and the sharp "squeaking" sound was filled with fear.
Mo Yan and Qiao Nanhai opened their eyes when they heard the sound, and saw a whirlpool appearing not far in front of them.
Through the vortex, Mo Yan could clearly see that the black skull was getting lighter and lighter until it disappeared.
Feeling relieved, both Mo Yan and Qiao Nanhai fainted.
Only Qi Lao saw that the whirlpool slowly became smaller and shrank back to Mo Yan.
If she read it correctly, it was retracted into the cinnabar mole on the inner side of Mo Yan's left arm.
It’s that space!
Qi Piao's eyes sparkled, that person really didn't lie to her!
The moonlight shines in the small courtyard again, filling the courtyard with clear light.
In the yard, there are sleeping people.
