Zhang Yi slowly approached the old Daoist.
He lowered his head and looked down at the other party with an indifferent and affectionate expression.
However, the old Taoist priest's heart was in turmoil. He never thought that this young man would have such terrifying ability!
The fiendish aura domain was his strongest technique at the moment.
However, when faced with this little brother's peach wood sword, he had no resistance at all!
Who exactly was this little brother?
Could it be from that organization?
No!
Impossible!
If that was really the case, then he was really unlucky!
The more the old Daoist thought about it, the more flustered he became. He swallowed his saliva and quickly said,"Little brother, I was blind and did not mean to offend you. I hope you can give me a chance!”
After saying that!
He quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi shifted his gaze to the Fiend Soul Pearl in the old Daoist's hand and asked,""Your bead's baleful aura is quite dense. How many ghosts 'baleful auras have you collected inside?”
Hearing Zhang Yi's question.
The old Daoist priest suddenly felt hope.
Now that Zhang Yi was asking him about this, it was obvious that he was interested in this pearl. As long as he handed over the pearl, he might be able to save his life.
After thinking about this.
The old Daoist hurriedly raised the Fiend Soul Pearl above his head. With a flattering expression, he said,"To tell you the truth, I started preparing thirty years ago. In these thirty years, I've traveled half the country and captured more than fifty ghosts. I sealed them all in this pearl!”
"More than fifty?"
Zhang Yi's eyes flashed with a cold light. He took a step forward and looked at the old Daoist coldly.
The old Daoist thought that Zhang Yi was not satisfied and quickly said,""Little brother, please don't blame me. I really don't have your ability. Before the Fiend Soul Pearl was formed, I didn't dare to touch those evil spirits at all. I could only collect some kind ghosts!”
"Kind ghosts? They hadn't even killed anyone before, so where did the baleful aura come from?”
"Little brother, you don't know.”
The old Daoist stroked his beard and said proudly,""I've added a burning charm on this fiend soul bead. These good ghosts have to suffer the destruction of the flames all the time. Slowly, they will produce a murderous aura, hahaha!”
"You really deserve to die…"
Zhang Yi muttered. Then, his hand seal changed, and four small peach wood swords flew out of the black bag.
"Go!"
Zhang Yi shouted angrily.
The four small swords aimed at the old Daoist priest and immediately shot out!
This time.
The old Daoist didn't have any chance of survival. In an instant, his body was penetrated by the small sword, and four bloody holes appeared on his body.
He widened his eyes in confusion and unwillingness.
Perhaps even until the moment he died, he still didn't know why Zhang Yi would kill him!
…
Actually, all these years.
Zhang Yi had a lot of contact with ghosts, and it was these contacts that told him that ghosts were not like what he remembered, that they would constantly kill and harm people.
There were good and bad ghosts.
A kind ghost was kind-hearted and not even as scary as a human.
Under normal circumstances, when encountering such ghosts, Zhang Yi would help them reincarnate. However, this old Daoist was good. He specially picked out kind ghosts and refined them into the Fiend Soul Pill, never to be reincarnated!
Every day this trash lived was a pollution to the world!
"You still want to run?"
Zhang Yi's eyes were fixed on the old Daoist's corpse as he threw out a yellow rope.
Hiss!
There was a burning sound in the air, and at the same time, some black smoke came out.
This rope was called the Soul Suppressing Rope. Every section of it was carved with dense runes. Ordinary ghosts would have no chance of escaping if they were bound by this rope.
"Like I said, your ghost will make the Fiend Soul Pearl even more perfect!”
After saying that!
Zhang Yi exerted his strength and pulled the old Daoist priest's ghost over, forcefully pouring it into the Fiend Soul Pearl!
With the nourishment of the soul, the red light on the Fiend Soul Pearl became even more intense.
Zhang Yi examined it for a moment before finally throwing the Fiend Soul Pearl into the black cloth bag.
This thing was extremely sinister and he probably wouldn't be able to use it. However, it was still a treasure after all, so it was better to put it away first.
After finishing all of this.
Zhang Yi turned to look at Wang Yumei. At this moment, Wang Yumei's face was filled with gratitude. Her body trembled, and her face was filled with gratitude.
"Thank you, Master. Wang Yumei is extremely grateful.”
The female ghost knelt down again and said with a trembling voice.
"Alright."
Zhang Yi waved his hand and said," The betrothal gifts have been burned out. From now on, the two of you are considered husband and wife. We won't disturb you anymore. Cherish this night."”
"Yes, sir!"
The female ghost said excitedly. She looked at Zhang Dada with excitement and anticipation.
It had been ten years.
It had been ten years, and he hadn't had sex.
She had to cherish this opportunity today and squeeze her husband dry.
Zhang Yi and Peng Peng smiled faintly and turned to leave.
On the way back.
" Master," Peng Peng asked curiously," that old Taoist used more than thirty years to refine a Fiend Soul Pearl. What exactly is this thing?"”
Zhang Yi walked in front and answered," This thing is small. It can block ghosts, suppress mansions, and be used as a weapon. However, the user must have a certain level of cultivation. Otherwise, the evil aura will enter the body and eventually harm oneself.”
Peng Peng clicked his tongue and sighed.”
Zhang Yi chuckled and continued,"To put it in a big way, this thing can suppress Feng Shui and create an excellent Feng Shui treasure land!”
"Suppress Feng Shui? Creating Feng Shui?"
When Peng Peng heard this, he was even more puzzled.
"In the entire world, there are countless high-grade Feng Shui treasures. Many people want to be buried in Feng Shui treasures after death, but not everyone is qualified to be buried there!”
"Does Feng Shui know how to choose people?"
"Of course. Have you heard of Shen Zhongrong?”
"Yes, yes."
Peng Peng nodded repeatedly. His grades were not good, but he knew Shen Zhongrong very well.
He was born in the Ming Dynasty.
There was also an even more resounding name, called-
Shen Wansan.
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