After the rebirth of the metaphysics boss, he won in a wealthy family

Tang Simi glanced at Xie Qiye: "If you don't do anything, I'll make him disappear!"

Xie Qiye is as good as others, and when he stamped his foot, the whole airport fell into a ghostly space.

Time seems to have stopped for the passengers.

Even so, Duan Wenbai's first reaction was to judge whether Tang Simi was lying.

"Impossible!" he asserted.

"You little girl, what are you talking about?"

He looked Tang Simi up and down, but he could only see a layer of unbreakable merits in Tang Simi's body.

Even with his [-] years of cultivation, he couldn't see Tang Simi's fate at all.

He had never seen such a person, "How can a person accumulate so much merit."

The words whispered from his mouth.

"Can you control it? Anyway, you are wicked and smoldering, you won't be able to save it in your life." Tang Simi mocked: "No, you have saved it for two lifetimes. You didn't save much merit, but instead Accumulated a lot of evil power."

There is too much evil energy on him, it really seems to have been accumulated on purpose.

At this moment, Duan Wenbai's mind also turned back: "Yan Hebai is fine, you have already suspected me."

Tang Simi sighed: "Master Xie Qi, don't you feel sorry for Jun Ling? He is about to be strangled to death."

"Yan Hebai is fine... Yan Hebai..."

"Yeah, alive and kicking." Tang Simi wanted to stab him in the heart.

It was he who was impatient, and the evil power on his body was terrifying.

If Tang Simi had saved tens of millions of people and accumulated so much merit, then the evil power in Duan Wen Bai's body could only have accumulated so much evil power by killing tens of millions of people.

In this piece of ghosts created by Xie Qiye, the evil power is like burning karmic fire.

At the same time, Xie Qiye rose up in the air, and in front of him, the book of life and death was also hovering, turning automatically without wind, with a clattering sound.

"You have killed many evils in your life."

Xie Qiye's tone was cold.

"Kill them all, what do you do!"

"There is an injustice and a debtor." After Xie Qiye finished speaking, a black mist like thick ink rose up among the ghosts and monsters, and everyone's eyes were blurred.

On the floor, heads popped out one after another.

Those ghosts seem to grow out of the floor.

Some of them wore long gowns from the Republic of China, some wore work clothes made of denim, some wore school uniforms, some wore scantily clad clothes, there were men and women, old and young.

Their gloomy eyes came out of the ground.

They all stared at Duan Wenbai.

"If you have complaints, report them, and when you see them, you will be happy." Xie Qiye hooked out the soul of the old patriarch with his hook.

Duan Wenbai's body without soul naturally lost strength, and Jun Ling fell to the ground.

Jun Ling's oxygen-deprived body was out of control. He lay on the ground, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw the soul of the old ancestor, hooked by chains, staggered two steps, and fell to the ground, a solid fall.

The ghosts and gods were not merciful because of his old age. The old patriarch was dragged to the ground like a pig being dragged to death.

For 150 years, the old patriarch has been a human cultivator, not a ghost cultivator. Without Duan Wenbai's body, apart from being old, he is no more than those things called up by Xie Qiye in the book of life and death.

"Do you remember their faces?" Xie Qiye asked in a voice like an order.

For more than 100 years, the ghosts who died unjustly in his hands rushed to him one by one, and their faces passed in front of him one after another.

They laughed and cursed like crazy.

"Eat him." Xie Bi'an's voice was cold and hard, without emotion at all.

This kind of dirty stuff is not accepted by the underworld.

The scream of pain was mixed with the sound of chewing and creaking.

The evil power he used to protect himself was left over from the evil he did to those souls. If these ghosts bite him and take revenge once, the evil power will naturally be repaid, and his last hole card will not be broken by itself.

The frightening sound of teeth grinding lasted only two or three minutes.

A handful of old bones from the old patriarch originally had little meat, so he couldn't help eating them.

……

An old Taoist priest with an unbalanced Taoist heart, confronted Xie Bi'an.

Xie Bi'an, who has worked as a senior civil servant in the underworld for thousands of years, felt that there was no challenge at all.

The ghost creature broke open the moment Xie Bi'an put away the chain.

Passengers at the airport are still waiting.

Izumo ran to explain to the people at the airport: "I told you, this is qigong, and all of us cultivators practice qigong."

"Is this abnormal? This is normal."

As for the "hostage" Jun Ling, he was still in a trance.

Izumo looked at the red mark on his neck, and felt a burst of compassion.

Called an ambulance for him.

The ambulance came quickly, and when Duan Wenbai's violent behavior was noticed, someone from the airport had already called.

Jun Ling was dumbfounded, as if his three souls were missing seven souls.

He was obviously happy and ready to play.

Two medical staff carried Jun Ling onto the stretcher, and he was lying there, his eyes full of lovelessness.

Tang Simi couldn't bear it: "Your talent is not enough."

Izumo frowned, "Are you a beast, you still provoke him after he's like this."

Tang Si gave Izumo a sweet look.

Tang Simi said: "The patriarch of your family is also not talented enough. He is not talented enough, so he doesn't know how to spend his life. He will only borrow Yan Hebai's luck to prolong his life."

"But for the rest of his life, he lingered on his last breath, his bones were as brittle as pancakes, and he couldn't walk or sit on his own. Even so, his life was still dilapidated and full of vicious power."

"Your talent is not enough, but you are different from him, your Dao heart has not shifted yet."

"As for your own way of thinking in the future, it only depends on yourself."

As soon as Tang Simi finished speaking, Jun Ling's eyes darkened, and he closed his eyes.

Izumo couldn't understand.

"Why are you telling him this?" Izumo stomped his feet angrily. Patriarch, full of reverence and eyes."

"If it can't be broken, it can't be built. His family's old ancestor is a trash beast. No one told him, and he can't break it himself. What should he do?"

Izumo was taken aback by Tang Simi's question.