All the tools for the fight were ready.
All that was left was to see if she was one foot higher in spirit or if the opponent was ten feet higher in magic.
Thinking about this, Yan Xiangnuan closed his eyes again and continued to control his spiritual power to strengthen the formation, trying to use it to strengthen the formation.
The formation binds the opponent's formation so that it can be destroyed.
In a small dilapidated factory far away on the outskirts of the imperial capital, the factory used to be a toy factory.
Although it is now abandoned, most of the equipment is still there, and in the center of the factory's gap, a small magic circle is currently placed.
One of them, a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, was wearing a Taoist robe and sitting cross-legged in the small magic circle.
He was holding a mahogany sword in his hand.
Cold sweat was dripping on his forehead.
He seemed to be troubled by the obstruction of soul restraint.
I originally thought it was a simple matter, but unexpectedly, the opponent actually found a helper and quickly made a magic circle to fight him in the air.
Although they have not met each other, fighting skills are like this sometimes.
They are thousands of miles apart, but they can still easily take their lives.
Yan Xiangnuan's formations are all made of the spiritual power of Huangquan Dagger, which is naturally nourishing. , full of spiritual energy, so Yan Xiangnuan did not need to consider the problem of spiritual energy exhaustion at all, and simply created the binding formation.
Yan Xiangnuan was quite at ease here, but the veteran over there was a little unable to hold on.
The two men behind him, who were similar in age, probably in their thirties, were also very nervous.
"Break" Yan Xiangnuan could feel the strength of the opponent's formation.
Because she felt the opponent's inability to do what she wanted, she slightly curled her lips and stopped making the binding spell formation.
With her "break", the formation immediately showed its power.
The greatest strength resisted the soul-binding formation.
Bang As Yan Xiangnuan destroyed the opponent's formation, the middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe in the factory over there immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and the next moment, the small formation in front of him was also blown away by a strong wind, and things were everywhere.
It splashed and the small formation was completely destroyed.
"How's it going?"
One of the men in suits and leather shoes quickly stepped forward to ask about the Taoist master's situation.
Although the words he spoke were in Chinese, they were not very standard and even had a wild accent.
"I was blocked.
Someone formed a formation to fight with me.
I failed to restrain my soul."
The old man in Taoist robes shook his head, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood up from the ground feebly.
He had been injured by the other party, and the injury probably wouldn't heal in ten days and a half.
It was really a mistake.
What he thought was a sure thing turned out to be unexpected.
And he himself is pretty good at asking questions, but today he doesn’t want to be hurt by someone who appears out of nowhere.
It’s really a shame and a big humiliation.
"Why are you like this?
Didn't you say that it would be possible?"
Another man immediately questioned him in a questioning tone.
Compared to the former's wild and out-of-tune accent, his Chinese was much more standard.
"I have tried my best.
There are experts around the other party."
The old man in Taoist robes was a little helpless.
Looking at the two people who questioned him, although he was extremely annoyed and unwilling to accept it, he still endured it.
These two people were not ordinary people, so he had better not offend them.
"Trash."
The man who asked at the beginning immediately cursed angrily, turned around and left the dilapidated factory angrily.
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Immediately following the man, another man also glanced at the Taoist master and left the dilapidated factory together.
The only master in the Taoist robe was left in the factory.
As those two people left, the Taoist master could no longer hold on.
He fell to the ground, raising his hands to cover his chest, his eyes flashing with reluctance and dissatisfaction.
Damn it, this person who ran away from nowhere actually ruined his good deeds and made him feel cowardly because he couldn't curry favor with the Tsuchimikado family.
He also got himself seriously injured.
If he didn't avenge this, what else would he have?
Let's continue to mess around with face.
Yan Xiangnuan felt the collapse of the opponent's formation, and also saw Huo Lingchen's media hair disappearing with the collapse of the formation, and then stood up from the floor with a sigh of relief.
After Yan Xiangnuan stood up, the underworld dagger and Yan Xiangnuan had a telepathic connection.
As Yan Xiangnuan gently raised his hand, the underworld dagger returned to Yan Xiangnuan's hand.
He turned around and Yan Xiangnuan walked over there.
In the bathroom of the guest room, Huo Lingchen was still lying in the bathtub with his eyes closed.
Yan Xiangnuan glanced at him and felt relieved after finding that he was fine.
"Tell me what's going on."
Fortunately, he happened to meet her, or he came to her for help, but if she left the Pei Group ten minutes later, or was delayed because of Lei Chaoxu, then Huo Lingchen is probably a dead man now.
Moreover, someone tried to capture the soul.
As a person involved, Huo Lingchen should be able to sense it to some extent, and he might also know some of the reasons.
"Didn't I tell you that my grandfather arranged for me to visit one of his friends' homes?"
Huo Lingchen opened his eyes when he heard Yan Xiangnuan's questioning voice, looked at Yan Xiangnuan and said.
"Yeah."
Yan Xiangnuan nodded, indicating that he knew.
"The reason why their family is restless is because the Seven Evil Nails were buried in their ancestral graves, a cruel trick to cut off their descendants and destroy their families.
It was not long after the Seven Evil Nails were buried.
I looked around their house and found nothing wrong.
Then I went to their ancestral graves and found that the area was shrouded in evil spirits, and the Seven Evil Nails were buried in the soil.
I was not skilled enough to take them out," Huo Lingchen said with a bit of disappointment in his tone.
He had not been doing his job for many years.
He wanted to work hard but was slapped back by reality.
If he had known that this day would happen, he would definitely improve his abilities even if he was scared to death.
Today, when his soul was almost taken away, he The feeling of powerlessness is too strong.
"So, what does this have to do with your imprisoned soul?"
Yan Xiangnuan still didn't hear the connection: "Also, doesn't the Seven Evil Nails belong to the Maoshan magic that your Maoshan sect is good at?"
When Chu Chu heard Huo Lingchen talking about the Seven Evil Nails, Yan Xiangnuan was a little surprised.
The Seven Evil Nails can be said to be a very sinister thing.
Once the Seven Evil Nails are formed, it only takes 7,749 days to completely destroy a family.
They all died, and most of them died tragically.
Every nail was stained with blood, and it was dropped directly on the opponent's ancestral grave, which showed that he hated that family.
Normal people in metaphysics, whether it is Maoshan or anyone who knows the method of the Seven Evil Nails, will actually know to some extent the ferocity of the Seven Evil Nails, and will rarely choose such a sinister trick.
After all, destroying people's ancestral graves is quite unethical.
The thing is, as the person who used the Seven Evil Nails, he will also have certain retribution and backlash.
Once the Seven Evil Nails are broken, the person who used the Seven Evil Nails will either die or be injured. aa2705221: