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Chapter 1043 Nanyang Sorcery

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    "Awei" The old Wumen patriarch let out a hoarse cry.

    Xiang Que killed in a fit of rage, and his action was so fast that he didn't have any chance to persuade him. He snapped and broke the neck of Young Master Wumen with his attack, which was a proper gesture of blood spattering five steps in a fit of anger.

    Xiang Que withdrew his hand, and his fists creaked on the ground: "Is there something wrong with me killing him? I came thousands of miles to ask for help, and I dragged my relationship to ask for help. If you can't cure it, you can tell me, and I will turn around and leave, but you don't have to."  If you can't cure me, you still cheat me, money is a trivial matter, so what if you cast a death curse on my daughter? If you don't want money, do you still want human life?"

    The patriarch of the Wumen family stared at his red eyes, looking at the dead body of his grandson on the table, he felt completely hopeless for a moment. The white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and Xiang Que broke the neck of the Wumen young master, which was equivalent to breaking the neck of their family.  incense.

    The old patriarch sat slumped on the chair, unable to utter a word, Xiang Que killed someone, but as he said, there was nothing wrong with the killing, his grandson was purely trying to kill, this matter was too insincere  up.

    "I won't take back the five million. It's your grandson's life money. If you want revenge, you can go to the Lingnan Wang family. They can find me. I will accompany you at any time. Of course, unless you want the Wumen to break the inheritance and cause trouble."  I'm in a hurry, I'll kill you all the Wumen." Xiang Que stood up slowly, and the soul of the young master Wumen slowly rose from him.

    Xiang Que stretched out his hand and pulled his soul into the sword, turned around and walked outside.

    "Killing people is not enough, do you still want his soul to fly away?" The old patriarch gritted his teeth and said, "You kill everyone, what else do you want? Hand over my grandson's soul. We accept this matter. If you don't hand over, we will  The witches will curse you for life and life, even if I do my best, I will use the witchcraft to curse you for the rest of my life."

    Xiang Que paused at the door, and said: "After I undo the death spell, I will naturally put his soul back. If he can't undo it, then he won't even have the chance to be reincarnated  As for you wanting to curse me? You can try to see if you can do it, I am not even afraid of being haunted by a hundred ghosts, but I am afraid that you will not succeed in the Wumen?"

    For the Wumen, Xiang Que is not afraid at all, he has deceived the secret of the numerology and can make the Wumen's curse impossible!

    The patriarch of Wumen let out a long sigh, what he said earlier was really true!

    Outside the Wumen Gate, beside the Hongshui River, the scenery is beautiful.

    Xiang Que gently put Wan Wan on the ground, and the child struggled with his little hands and feet and made a babbling sound. Originally, this was supposed to be a crying and smart child, but the strange white in her eyes made Wan Wan  Added a touch of horror.

    "Shua" the long sword was pulled out and stuck on the ground, and then the soul of the young master Wumen floated out of the sword. At this time, his dead soul looked extremely miserable, and the six battle souls in the sword were ordered by Xiang Que to serve him well.  The young master of Wumen who doesn't know the depth.

    Xiang Que put his hands behind his back and said lightly: "Have you heard of the eighteen tortures in purgatory? If you haven't heard of them, you can refer to the ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty. Torturing people can make life worse than death. I wish I could kill myself by biting my tongue. Good luck."  You can die if you bite your tongue. If you are unlucky and you don¡¯t bite yourself to death, you will have to continue to suffer. This is the punishment in the underworld, but there are also eighteen tortures in the underworld. I can let you experience one of them first, being gnawed by a ghost  Soul Eater, you should try sourness first."

    "Pa" Xiang Que snapped his fingers, and a ray of war spirit floated out of the sword and rushed straight to the shocked young master Wumen.

    "Roar" the battle spirit opened its bloody mouth full of fangs and sharp teeth, and bit the soul of Young Master Wumen in one bite, tearing fiercely like a wild wolf gnawing on its prey.

    "Ah" Young Master Wumen was hoarse from being tortured, his eyes were full of horror, fear and panic, and boundless fear.

    "Let go, let me go, Xiang Que, I'm afraid, I'm afraid" Young Master Wumen howled remorsefully, "Let me go, you can let me do whatever you want, Xiang Que, what do you want?"  Say it"

    "Are you really scared? What did you do earlier?!" Xiang Que said in a very flat tone, "Take people's money to eliminate disasters. You took the money and gave me a stick. I won't take it out on you.  Now, how do I extinguish this fire?"

    "I know what you want, Xiang Que, I will undo it, I will undo the death spell on that child, I will undo it, just let me go"

    "Pa" Xiang Que snapped his fingers again, and the fighting spirit returned to its place.

    "Understood, I will let you go back to Wumen to wait for reincarnation, and if I play tricks again, I will imprison you in the purgatory of the underworld, where you will be tortured in 18 ways every day, and you will live forever." Xiang Que said loudly.

    At this time, the young master of Wumen has already broken his intestines with remorse, and he should not be greedy for anything. There is a knife on the head of the color word, and a sword on the head of the word greedy.Young Master Wumen regretted it, and Xiang Que also regretted it. He regretted blindly rushing to the doctor, and almost sent Wanwan into the abyss.

    Healers do not heal themselves!

    One day later, Xiang Que left Dahua Yaozu County with the child.

    ?From Hangzhou to Nanjing, then to Qiannan, and finally to Guangxi, Xiang Que has worked hard many times along the way, but has been searching for Wan Wan's problems to no avail.

    In the end, he was cheated in Yaozu County, and Xiang Que realized that he couldn't handle the matter alone.

    Two days later in Xinjiang, in the Tianshan Mountains, Xiang Que entered the Tianshan Mountains with the child wrapped in a thick leather coat.

    The last time he parted from the old Taoist, he left from Gujing Temple to Jingci Temple in Tianshan to look for his sunset red, and he never returned.

    Jingci Temple in Tianshan is a nunnery. Like Gujing Temple, it is an unworldly place. Xiang Que doesn't know much about it. He only knows that Jingci Temple is located in the middle of Bogda Peak in Tianshan Mountain. The mountain is covered with snow all the year round.  Inaccessible, the environment is quite harsh.

    In order to worry about Wan Wan's body, Xiang Que has been on his way after entering Tianshan Mountain and climbing Bogda Peak. He was afraid that he would be delayed on the road for a long time, and Wan Wan's body could not withstand the harsh weather of Tianshan Mountain.  The altitude is 5,445 meters, and the snow does not melt all year round from above 3,800 meters, making it a vast expanse of whiteness.

    Jingci Temple is about 3,000 meters away from Bogda Peak.

    From entering the peak in the morning until it gets dark in the evening.

    Xiang Que has been at the speed of a rapid march. After more than ten hours of long-distance raids, he never stopped once except for feeding.

    He was afraid that after a long delay, Wan Wan would not be able to bear it. Even so, under the high altitude and low temperature, Wan Wan's small face had already begun to turn a little pale, and his breathing was short of breath, obviously suffering from altitude sickness.

    Xiang Que had no choice but to continuously use his own essence to transport Wan Wan's body so that she could sustain it.

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