Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

However, he finally figured out why everyone wants to get Shan Haiyin. In their eyes, this thing is a bu-type baby that can destroy the rules of the world.

Ye Shaoyang wants to tell them, they really want more.

Continue to ask, Shen Qiang told them that the master of this world is the Xingyue slave. If she wants to rob, she must constantly absorb her will. If she maintains the nine-star stack, she needs nine powerful mages, including six. They are the powerful disciples of Xingyuenu, and the other are the helpers of Xuanyuan Mountain.

As for who are the people, Shen Qiang does not know that his position in the Holy Spirit will be only a master, and he is a middle-aged, but also a disciple, not a disciple. He is really inaccessible.

In the spell guild, according to the standards set by the stars and moons, the disciples and the disciples are two distinct levels. The disciples are the apprentices they receive. No matter how they are cultivated, they are all shackles, and the cultivation is also taught by her. The martial arts, and the disciples, are those who already have a teacher, and then return to the guild guild, the position is naturally lower.

Disciples can also be upgraded to disciples. First of all, they must be faithful. They should first withdraw from their original divisions and join the spell guild. But this is the most ugly thing in the magic world. Many people can't pull their faces, so it is this threshold that stops. A lot of people, and then there are strength requirements...

As a disciple, Shen Qiang has already provided everything he knows. Ye Shaoyang and Teng Yongqing thought for a long time and asked a few questions. Shen Qiang could not answer it and had to give up.

"The last question, how can we leave the world?"

"This world is easy to come in. It is impossible to go out. It is impossible except for the guru who is next to the Xingyue slaves. I have not seen anyone going out from here, including ourselves. Otherwise, I will not take the girl all the time. Staying with me, in the world, it is very easy to find a girl." Shen Qiang helplessly smiled.

Ye Shaoyang also smiled and asked him: "How many masters did you go out?"

"It should be to say hello to the guards of the guards, let go of a gap, let them go out, but it is very troublesome and not safe, so few people go out, unless it is really important, specifically I will I don't know, I don't have access to those at all."

"So, you are finished, right?"

Shen Qiang looked at him, and there was a trace of tension in his eyes. "How are you going to me?"

Ye Shaoyang smiled lightly, his right hand suddenly lifted up, and the wooden sword darted against his eyes.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

Both eyes were punctured, and the blood and water mixed with the black-green liquid.

Shen Qiang was dull for a few seconds before he screamed and rolled his eyes on the ground. He said in his mouth: "Ye Shaoyang, you said that you will not torture me!"

Having talked with him, Ye Shaoyang has been trying to restrain his emotions. Once he has shot, he can no longer restrain himself. He kicked him up one step forward, one foot on his neck and a wooden sword against his face. A mad thorn.

Although the sword is made of wood, it is always harder than meat. Soon, a strong face is turned into a horse's nest, and the flesh and blood is blurred.

Teng Yongqing frowned slightly, and the heavy disciples and men who were looked at by him were stunned and stunned. They did not expect that Ye Shaoyang, a decent disciple, was so cruel.

"Ye Shaoyang, you..."

The strength of the struggling struggle is gone, screaming dying.

"How do you feel?" Ye Shaoyang slashed into his stomach, his face screaming at him and shaking with his sword in his stomach. The violent pain made the whole body twitch.

If you look at this scene alone, you will feel that Ye Shaoyang is simply a perverted madman, but... Although Teng Yongqing feels cruel, his heart is very cool, and he secretly clenches his fist.

"Is it painful?" Ye Shaoyang looked at Shen Qiang and sneered, but his eyes were red, almost bleeding. "Liu Lili, and the girls who have been tortured by you, their pain, you have thought about it!!"

Stretching his foot on his wrist, slamming, his hand fractured, Ye Shaoyang smashed it down, and then used the same method to break all his limbs, then crushed it, then fell back to the side, and found a charm, cinnabar And cinnabar (both still toughen their own things), draw a character on the side.

Although Shen Qiang suffered heavy injuries, he was not fatal, and he could not move. He could only lie on the ground, waiting for his own destiny in extreme pain and fear.

Over there, Ye Shaoyang draws a good character, walks over without hesitation, kneels beside him and says, "You thought that this is over, but unfortunately, it just started... I drew a lock soul, but It is not a general lock soul. After you go in, every other hour, you will suffer a thunder, but this thunder is aimed at your knowledge. I have not experienced it. It seems to be very painful, but you are a soul. Will not be injured, after the thunder, an hour of time, enough for you to recover, and then bear the next round...

This is the magic that my Maoshan used to judge ghosts. You are also a disciple of Maoshan. You should know that this spell is too cruel. We have never used it in the past three generations. However, I am going to rob it today.

In my lifetime, I will keep you in this charm, and you can rest assured that even if I am dead, I will give the spirits to the proper person before I die, and will never let you out. Well, this time, I said To do it. ”

"what……"

When listening to Ye Shaoyang's introduction to the lock of the soul, Shen Qiang was excited to return to the light. He knew how terrible the punishment was. The most terrible thing is that there is no deadline...

"Ye Shaoyang, you...you are not trustworthy!"

"With such a person, I am **** what credit!"

"I beg you, beg you, don't, you can do whatever I want, beg you, uh..." The wicked man actually cried.

"Come me? Are you scared?"

"Afraid, I am afraid, I beg you, don't do this, you still send me to the yin, you send me down..."

Ye Shaoyang smiled slightly. "Now know **** is good? Unfortunately, it’s late, feel your last despair, because after a while, you’re not even desperate..."

Shen Qiang cried, his **** face was already unable to make any expression, only the snoring sound in his throat.

Ye Shaoyang doesn't think he is pitiful at all, but he is very relieved.

"Ready!"

Ye Shaoyang took a slap on his head and dragged his soul out of the body. Shen Qiang began to struggle fiercely, but he could not break free from his palm.