Chapter 393 Curse of the Evil Spirit

Before the smile faded, the entire black-gray skull was wrapped around the red round pill. Then, in Ye Feng's incredible eyes, he opened his dry white teeth and bit down on the fiery red pill with a click. Si Tu

"Wow..."

A sound like a baby crying came from the round pill, and the mysterious "thumping" heartbeat sound just now also weakened a lot.

"Not good!"

"That evil spirit is here to make trouble again..." Mr. Zhao's face changed, and he pointed his finger, and the "Lotus Heart Pill" in the porcelain bowl in front of him flew up immediately, "I hope this ghost thing likes this Lotus Heart Pill."

"Lotus Heart Pill" flew up, and under the control of Mr. Zhao's vitality, it exuded an extremely strong fragrance. Smelling this smell, the skull that originally intended to gnaw on the "Martial Soul Round Pill" turned its head very humanely. After a short pause, it let go of the round pill and pounced on the Lotus Heart Pill, and then the position where the ears should have been condensed into two claws, and it hugged the "Lotus Heart Pill" and gnawed it.

"Oh my god."

Ye Feng's eyes widened in shock. Good guy, it turns out that Lao Zhao used the lotus seeds of the Heavenly Grade Top Grade Lihuo Linglian to refine a Heavenly Grade Pill, and it was actually used to attract this ghost thing?

Is this useful?

He looked up and saw that while the skull was chewing the Lotus Heart Pill, Old Zhao had already used all his strength to hatch the martial soul in the round pill as soon as possible.

This idea was of course good, but he overlooked one thing, that is, the speed at which the skull chewed the Lotus Heart Pill was much faster than he imagined.

The size of the Lotus Heart Pill was about the same as the skull. If it were a person, it would naturally take a long time to eat something of the same size, but the skull chewed it unexpectedly quickly, with a "crack" sound, a large piece was eaten. Looking at this speed, it was done before Old Zhao could hatch the martial soul...

Seeing this scene, Mr. Zhao's face flushed red. It was a matter of life and death, and he didn't care about anything else. He took out all his spirit and vitality, and hit the round pill above his head again and again.

Now the situation has become a race for speed

One of them was chewing hard, while the other one was blushing, and was trying to get the martial spirit out of the round pill like a big one. Under the desperate infusion of vitality by Lao Zhao, the "thumping" heartbeat in the fiery red round pill became stable again. At the same time, a crack appeared in the middle, and a bright light shone through it, illuminating the entire room with a solemn and ancient flavor.

"How is it?" Ye Feng was worried for Mr. Zhao, and whispered to Yan Siya who was also concentrating beside him.

He felt that Lao Zhao would probably be too late. If there was no back-up trick, perhaps this realm impact would soon be declared a failure.

"The situation... is very dangerous. You also saw that the speed at which that thing swallowed the lotus heart pill was too fast..." Yan Siya's face was solemn.

Mr. Zhao was a leader in the Wanjue Sect, especially his outstanding alchemy skills. It was rare for him to be so close to Wushuang Peak. If he lost the protection of such a person, Wushuang Peak would inevitably suffer more bullying from other peaks.

There is one thing Yan Siya did not tell Ye Feng clearly just now. The Wan Jue Sect has one main vein and four branches. The main vein is naturally not worth comparing. Among the four branches, Wushuang Peak is at the bottom and is very likely to be swallowed up by Mingguang and Canglao Peaks. This is why she strongly recommended Ye Feng to join Wushuang Peak.

If Mr. Zhao succeeds in advancing to the King Realm, with the care of such a master of alchemy, the status of Wushuang Peak may be improved. As for fresh blood like Ye Feng, it is the key to revitalizing Wushuang Peak in the future. This old and young are indispensable to her. It can be said that at this moment, Yan Siya's anxiety is no less than that of Mr. Zhao.

She knew very well in her heart that if Mr. Zhao failed to hatch his martial soul before the little devil swallowed the "Lotus Heart Pill", he would definitely fail to advance. And this failure, Mr. Zhao was exhausted and would definitely not survive.

Ye Feng seemed to see the anxiety in Yan Siya's heart, and said in a warm voice: "Sister, this ghost thing doesn't look powerful, and it is only concerned with eating now, without any defense. Maybe you can make a thunderous move and kill it..."

"Don't be reckless. I heard Uncle Zhao say that this evil spirit was a curse from a great master of the Demon Sect back then. It is connected to his mind and only he can refine it. If outsiders forcibly interfere, Uncle Zhao may vomit blood and die in an instant."

Yan Siya waved her hand and said, "This thing is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, lurking in Uncle Zhao's body. With his ability, he can't drive it out. You and I are definitely unable to help. Alas, it's a pity. If you can get the strange fire, Uncle Zhao may not be so embarrassed."

Ye Feng was speechless about this. He had the strange fire, but he couldn't make a move casually. Once Old Zhao really vomited blood and died because of it, wouldn't he become Old Zhao's murderer?

"Evil spirit energy?" This thing sounds like some kind of corpse evil energy. I wonder if Yuan Ling has any way to deal with it?

Thinking of this, Ye Feng stepped back a few steps, put his mind into his heart, and called Yuan Ling instead.

"Yuan Ling..."

After a long time, Yuan Ling's lazy voice finally came back to his mind: "What's the matter again? Are you yelling nonsense? Didn't I say that this Yuan Ling needs to be rested for a while, so don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

"Hey... Isn't this a good thing? Last time you said you like to devour all kinds of negative attributes?" Ye Feng said, touching his head.

"Yeah! What, are you going to the burial pit again?" Yuan Ling said.

"That's not the case. There just happens to be an evil spirit here, which seems to be similar to the evil spirit of the corpse demon. I don't know if it suits your taste. Why don't you swallow it?" Ye Feng pointed to the skull that was about to finish eating the "Lotus Heart Pill" not far from Mr. Zhao's head.

"Pfft, pfft... I don't eat everything. What evil spirit? It's just a trace of vicious curse. This thing is just condensed by mental power. It has no entity and the smell is stinky... Whoever eats it will be unlucky!" After taking a casual look, Yuan Ling said angrily, "Yes, you kid is not so kind. Do you want me to sacrifice myself and save that old man?"

"Hehe, this... If it's just a small effort, I think it's better to do him a favor. After all, saving a life is worse than building a seven-story pagoda. If I can't deal with that skull, the old man will definitely be finished." Ye Feng persuaded.

"Don't bother trying. This Yuan Ling doesn't have that ability. This kind of curse can only be eliminated by the person who casts the curse or someone with a higher level of cultivation than the person who casts the curse. Otherwise, you can only refine it yourself. If this Yuan Ling was at its peak, it would be a piece of cake to deal with this evil spirit. But now, do you think I have such ability?" Yuan Ling asked with a sneer.

"So there is no way?" Ye Feng was very helpless.

"As for the way, it is not that there is no way." Yuan Ling kept it a secret and stopped talking.