"Whoosh" A ray of white light shot out from Wang Jian's fingertips and hit the long-haired woman directly.
The white light is the divine power deep in Wang Jian's soul.
It is controlled by the Sky Eye and can be used freely.
Divine power is endless, unless the body is severely damaged and cannot mobilize the divine power.
Of course, the higher the cultivation level, the stronger the offensive power of the divine power.
The long-haired woman reacted instantly.
A sly smile appeared on her shameless face.
As the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, the muscles on her entire face twitched.
The most disgusting thing was that her orbicularis oris muscle trembled.
It trembled and looked very scary.
Wang Jian couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
He took a few steps back and distanced himself from the long-haired woman.
The white light containing divine power just appeared in front of the long-haired woman, and was caught in a black vicious energy.
Then it spun around and hit Li Jiu Sheng who was standing aside.
Li Jiu Sheng's whole body had been torn apart.
There was no intact part of his body, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.
"Bang" the divine power hit Li Jiu Sheng's body, and Li Jiu Sheng's body exploded immediately.
What Wang Jian didn't expect was that a woman wearing a floral shirt jumped out of Li Jiusheng's body.
She was restrained by a black aura of violence and could not move.
Damn, it’s another ghost, and an evil one at that.
Wang Jian cursed secretly in his heart.
It seemed that the policeman before was controlled by this evil ghost.
Half of the face of the woman in the floral shirt was torn open, revealing dense white blisters, covered with pus, which looked extremely disgusting.
She had a ferocious look on her face and screamed: "Let me go, let me go."
"Why did I let you go?"
the long-haired woman said with a smile, "you have harmed so many people."
"I didn't harm anyone, I didn't, you ordered me.
When I was in Wu Jun's body, I didn't harm anyone."
The woman in the floral shirt cried: "Please let me go, I Go to the underworld and be reincarnated.”
I seem to have heard the name Wu Jun somewhere.
Wang Jian thought to himself.
The long-haired woman grinned: "You were scalded to death by boiling water during your lifetime.
After your death, you became very resentful and turned into an evil ghost.
The underworld will not accept you.
If you go to the underworld, you will be sent directly to hell by ghost messengers.
Hell."
As she spoke, a trace of panic flashed in the long-haired woman's eyes.
She seemed to have remembered some horrific memories, and murmured: "Hell, the eighteenth level of hell, I was tortured there for more than a thousand years. ah" "No, I just want you to let me go and don't let me go to pieces."
The woman in the flowered shirt cried.
There was the roar of the female ghost on one side and the faint cry on the other.
Wang Jian felt goosebumps all over his body when he heard it.
The burns on the face of the female ghost in the floral shirt reminded him of a story in a Chinese fairy tale called Painted Skin.
The female ghost in it The ghost was burned to death.
In order to have a "face" to meet people, she painted her own face.
Thinking of this, Wang Jian glanced at the dense white bubbles on the face of the woman in the floral shirt and secretly thought that it was very difficult for him these days.
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I have an appetite.
"Why should I let you go?"
the long-haired woman yelled, "Why should I let you go?
You deserve to die.
Do you know that in this world, the strong are respected?
If you are not as powerful as me, you deserve to die."
Damn it, the stronger is respected.
Either she has read too many fantasy novels or her brain was damaged by being in the eighteenth level of hell.
Wang Jian was sweating violently in his heart.
He said: "Have you finished speaking?"
"You are so eager to seek death."
A coldness flashed in the long-haired woman's eyes, and her aura suddenly increased.
Feeling the overwhelming anger coming towards him, Wang Jian couldn't help but staggered, and cursed "Damn you, uncle".
A white light overflowed from his body and turned into a light shield, blocking the anger.
His mind moved, and a white bead appeared in his hand.
The white bead is the high-level holy weapon sealing spirit bead that Hong Daoren gave him before.
Wang Jian used to think that the name Feng Lingzhu was too tacky, so he thought that the name could be cool, but it must be high-end, and he must first give himself confidence.
Since ancient times, whether it is mythological novels or celebrities in history, the weapons in their hands will have names.
For example, the sword in Guan Yu's hand is called Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
First of all, the name of the weapon will deter the opponent.
When people mention this Weapons will remind you of the owner of the weapon.
The Fengling Pearl exudes a soft light, giving Wang Jian the feeling of a night-bright pearl.
The moment he took out the beads, a voice echoed in Wang Jian's mind.
This voice was very familiar to Wang Jian.
It belonged to Taoist Hong: "Boy, this is a trace of my spiritual thoughts left on the sacred vessel.
I Restrictions have been placed on both of your sacred weapons.
Others will not be able to tell that you have a sacred weapon on your body, except for those who are powerful in the middle or late stages of the Venerable Period.
They may find that you have a sacred weapon on your body compared to ordinary gods.
In my eyes, the sealing beads and the golden sword are just ordinary spiritual weapons.
After you break through the elixir transformation stage, you can break my restriction, so that others will recognize you when you use the holy weapon.
But in that case, you Think about it, if a kid in the elixir stage is carrying a huge treasure, the gods of the three realms will hunt you down.
I advise you not to open the restriction.
I will only remind you this much.
See you again. " Wang Jian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and thought that he would be stupid to open the restriction.
When Daoist Hong gave him the holy weapon before, he really didn't expect that this thing would cause death.
It seems that he will use it in a low-key manner in the future.
Be low-key.
The long-haired woman glanced at the sealing bead in Wang Jian's hand, and then Jie Jie said with a strange smile: "Hahaha, using an ordinary spiritual weapon to deal with me is really ridiculous."
"Laugh, laugh quickly, otherwise you will never have a chance to laugh in the future."
Wang Jian said with a joking face and a sneer on his lips.
Heaven, six levels of heaven.
Bilan Mansion, Zong Ci's side.
"Tian Ming is indeed dead, but a trace of his soul escaped from the Burning God Prison, jumped out of the Zhengtian Gate, and fled to the mortal world."
Lian Yun murmured.
Zong Ci was startled and said: "I remember that the Dharmakaya of God went to the mortal world, didn't it say that it would destroy Tianming's soul?"
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"After Tianming's soul escaped to the mortal world, there was no trace.
God was never found at all.
The mortal world is so big, and a small soul only needs to be attached to any person's body."
"So, Tianming is not dead, he has been resurrected using a mortal body."
Zong Ci's face was full of disbelief, his eyes widened.
Lian Yun shook her head: "He did not use the body of a mortal to resurrect.
Instead, he was devoured by that mortal, and that mortal gained his magical power."
"With the Sky Eye in a mortal, doesn't it mean that the secret treasure in the Tianlong Cemetery can still be obtained
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