Buddhist Evil Wife

Looking at Yin Jitian who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, the sprite ancestor guessed: "After Po'er went to hell, he probably didn't find his soul. Now, the little monk may want to use his own soul to replenish Po'er's soul." !"

A look of emotion flashed across the gaudy face of the old ancestor, "The little monk cares about Po'er very much!"

If it wasn't someone he cared about, who would sacrifice his life to save someone!

While the two ancestors were talking about offering sacrifices to the sky, he was concentrating on finding Beiming's soul.

The seven clusters of flames in the sea of ​​consciousness are constantly spinning, forming a strong tornado, as if to suck all the things stored in the sea of ​​consciousness.

After a while, a black human soul was pulled out from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Yin Jitian took a closer look, that black human soul looked exactly like Beiming!

If the guess is correct, it should be Beiming's soul. However, that soul has been resisting being driven out of the sea of ​​consciousness by the seven flames, and the seven flames have nothing to do with Beiming's human soul.

When Yin Jitian saw it, he was very anxious!

Just when he didn't know what to do, three human souls that looked exactly like him in this world suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

One of them is a black human-shaped soul, the other is a white human-shaped soul, and the third is a black-and-white human-shaped soul. The three souls come together, and they are as close to Beiming's soul as there is nowhere to hide.

What made Yin Jitian so angry and funny was that when that soul of Bei Ming saw his three souls appearing, he couldn't bear to give up and was chased by his three souls and ran around.

Seeing this, he suddenly understood that the seven flames were his seven souls, and the three souls that appeared suddenly were his souls!

At this time, Yin Jitian heard the ancestor of the evil spirit shout: "Poul'er's soul is about to fly out!"

He quickly concentrated his attention and squeezed Beiming's soul out of the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Ah! Husband... that is..."

Ancestor Ximei pointed in surprise at the soul that slowly flew out from the top of Yin Jitian's head, which looked exactly like Beiming.

The sprite patriarch flashed doubts: "It should be Po'er's soul!"

However, how could Tunpo's soul be in the little monk's body?

After that soul completely emerged, the people in the hall suddenly felt fear in their hearts, trembling all over, their legs were so soft that they didn't even have the strength to support the whole body, and with a bang, one or two knelt down on the ground.

The soul that emerged from Yin Jitian's body rose into the air, his handsome face was expressionless, like a king, staring at Beiming lying on the ground with indifferent eyes.

He snorted coldly, and said two words from his lips without emotion: "Trash!"

With a slight waving of his sleeves, the soul floating out of Beiming's body was forced back into his body.

His eyes turned to Yin Jitian who was meditating, his eyes softened instantly, and flew in front of Yin Jitian.

Afraid of scaring the person in front of him, he called softly: "Santade!"

Yin Jitian slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Bei Ming's face, he smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Ming!"

Bei Ming's soul was angry and distressed, and Chong Ni complained: "Idiot!"

Yin Jitian raised his hand, wanting to touch that face, but suddenly, his eyes went dark.

Immediately, the soul in the body trembled, as if it was about to fly out of the body.

Yin Jitian's face changed drastically, and he quickly suppressed the soul in his body, but the soul didn't obey his orders at all.

He knew that his soul was going to be scattered, his eyes showed sadness, he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground.

Bei Ming was shocked and wanted to catch Yin Jitian's body, but unexpectedly, Yin Jitian's body passed through his hands and fell to the ground.

Bei Ming was stunned for a moment, looked at the Yin Jitian on the ground, and cursed viciously: "Damn it!"

Immediately afterwards, three souls and seven souls flew out of Yin Jitian's body.

The soul hurriedly turned into a black shadow and chased after it. Not long after, the soul returned to Bei Ming's body.

Immediately, the ghost cultivators in the hall felt their bodies relax, and the inexplicable fear dissipated, and they stood up one after another!

An elder asked, "Just...what happened just now?"

"I don't know! I just felt very scared for no reason. My whole body was shaking, and I couldn't even stand on my legs! Anyway, I couldn't even use my strength!"

"Me too! That feeling is unprecedented! It's even more frightening and terrifying than the coercion of a high-ranking person!"

The spooky patriarch shook his dizzy head, exchanged a glance with the ghostly patriarch next to him, and then looked at the two people lying on the ground.

The two walked over, stretched out their hands, and put their hands under their noses.

The sprite patriarch let out a sigh of relief: "Po'er, it's okay!"

Ancestor Qi Mei trembled slightly with his fingertips, and looked up at his husband: "Little monk, I'm out of breath!"

The sprite patriarch frowned: "That's his choice!"

"Po'er, I like him so much! If I wake up and find the little monk..."

The ancestors of the evil charm really can't imagine what will happen to their apprentices!

The sprite patriarch frowned a bit, seeing Beiming below him, his eyelids moved suddenly, and said: "Por, wake up!"

Ancestor Xi Mei hurriedly stopped talking, and saw Bei Ming slowly opened his eyes.

Beiming looked blankly at Ancestor Mimi and Ancestor Monster, and blinked.

Then, there was a sudden pain in his brain, and many pictures flashed through his mind.

"pain!"

Bei Ming gritted his teeth and tightly clutched his severely painful forehead, as if something was about to be forced into his mind.

Seeing that his face was pale and bloodless, and there was a lot of fine sweat on his forehead, Qimei Razu hurriedly asked, "Por, are you alright?"

The pain from Beiming made his eyes burst red, the veins on his forehead burst out, and his robe was wet with sweat.

Suddenly, he saw a handsome and evil man with a cinnabar mole on his brow being punched, and that handsome and evil man continued to lose his mind and soul!

Seeing this, I couldn't help but screamed in pain: "Ah!"

Immediately afterwards, the sky outside suddenly darkened, and the night pearls in the hall lit up.

A gust of evil wind blew into the hall, and the two patriarchs stood up abruptly and walked towards the door: "What's going on? Why is it getting dark?"

Everyone was stunned: "I don't know!"

A loud bang!

The sky seemed to explode, making a thunderous sound.

Not to mention the people in the east, even the entire comprehension world was too frightened by the thunder to go out.

There was a series of thunderclaps, louder and louder, as if the sky was about to collapse.

The disciples guarding outside the hall, looking at the sky of thunder and lightning, and the stinging Li Feng, were so scared that they hid in the hall one after another.

"It's weird! It's really weird! There won't be any changes, right?" an elder kept saying.

The sprite patriarch's expression darkened: "Don't make wild guesses!"

I don't know how long it has passed, Bei Ming, who was screaming in pain, suddenly stopped, and the thunder, lightning and strong wind outside also stopped.

"Old...Old Ancestor, you...look at the back...behind!" A disciple said fearfully, pointing behind them.

Everyone quickly turned around, and saw Bei Mingxuan flying up in the air, holding a black scythe with an evil red light in his hand.

His face was gloomy and cold, his eyes glowed bloody red, and the corners of his mouth curled up, evoking an evil and frightening smile, as if he was a maniac and evil creature from a devil prison, overflowing his mouth with a pervasive laugh .

Ancestor Mei Mei looked at Bei Ming in disbelief: "Po... Po'er!"

Is this person really their apprentice?

Even if he wasn't their apprentice, he wouldn't be the Bei Family's Young Master Ming!

Because the person in front of him is really too evil!

It's so evil that even these evil cultivators are scared!

A look of fear flashed in the eyes of the ancestor of the monsters, and he took a few steps back to protect the demon Razu: "He is not our soul anymore! Everyone be careful!"

Everyone swallowed in fear!

The person who flew up was obviously stronger than their ancestors!

Beiming turned his eyes and looked at the ghost cultivator under his feet.

The ghost cultivators trembled, unable to control their actions, they knelt down on the ground tremblingly, prostrating themselves!

"Then... that feeling of fear is coming again!" the elder said tremblingly.

Beiming's eyes froze, and he raised his hand, and the elder who was speaking below was sucked by him.

He pinched the elder's neck: "Where is Jitian?"

The elder was pinched by his feet, and he was almost out of breath, especially when he met those terrifying red eyes, he couldn't make any sound.

He could only point down with his shaking hands.

Beiming looked down and saw Yin Jitian lying on the ground like a lifeless doll, he was startled: "Jietian!"

He flicked the person in his hand in the direction of Guixiu, and flew down towards Yin Jitian.

The ghost cultivators quickly caught the elder who was thrown out!

The elder touched the ground with his feet, and quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve: "I was scared to death! I thought I was dead!"

Beiming knelt on the ground on one knee, looked at the motionless Yin Jitian, stretched out his trembling hand, and reached under the nose of the boy on the ground.