She made fire by setting up a stall

Mingxun attached his hand to the heart of the stone statue, and the Suzaku energy concentrated on his right hand.

"It's moving! It actually moved." Zhuizi and Tang Qiang stood aside. They originally thought that if Mingxun lost control, they would hold Mingxun back no matter what. Zhuizi followed Mingxun's hand and looked at the stone statue. I found that when Ming Xun pressed his hand hard on the stone statue, the stone statue's heart trembled, as if it was alive.

"Mr. Ming, is Master Shi responding to you?" Hammer asked Ming Xun.

It's just that the stone statue only moved for a moment and then stopped responding.

Since the stone statue had that soul soul, it must be afraid of Suzaku's energy. Mingxun just wanted to destroy this ray of soul. He knew that the slight tremor just now was not Shi Luo's response.

Ming Xun raised his fist and hit the chest on the other side of the stone statue.

The old man in black robe grabbed his arm again and was attacked unconsciously again and again. The old man in black robe could no longer stand still. He spoke weakly, "Don't underestimate Master, he can't just hide people in Among the stone statues, if you completely destroy the stone statue, you will definitely hurt the girl."

"Master hid the person in the stone statue just to prevent you from acting rashly." Although the soul was his master, he should be on his master's side, but Shi Luo saved him, and his master just said that Unreasonable, the conscience of the old man in black robes did not allow him to repay kindness with hatred. "If you follow Master's advice and hurt that girl, Master will only applaud you."

Ming Xun broke away from the old man in black robe and asked suspiciously: "You are his descendant, why do you want to help me, an outsider?"

The old man in black robe slowly let go of his hand.

From the brief encounter, the old man in black robe knew that his master was not an easy person to get along with.

It's just that he can't tell his master's faults in front of others.

The Tongxin Gu in Mingxun's body also became restless at this time.

It was Luoluo who comforted him.

Mingxun only feels more distressed.

There was no need for him to answer Mingxun, so he turned to ask the old man in black robe, "How can we cut off the connection between the stone statue and Luoluo?"

Ming Xun also knew that the soul could not simply hide Shi Luo in the stone statue.

If he destroys the stone statue, Luo Luo will be injured.

The soul naturally wanted to see him hurt Luo Luo with his own hands.

Although Mingxun doesn't know how to read people's faces and fortunes, he can read people's hearts.

No matter human or soul, those eyes can't deceive anyone.

That soul was much filthier than the ancestors described by the old man in black robe.

Those eyes were full of arrogance, disdain, contempt, and malice.

Just like someone writing an autobiography, he writes about his bright and positive side, but his soul is arrogant, hypocritical and mean.

There is no right or wrong in his mind, only his own will.

Mingxun noticed that every time he held hands with Luoluo and looked at each other, there was well-hidden jealousy and unwillingness in his soul's eyes.

Soul and Luo Luo had never known each other before today. It was impossible for Luo Luo to be unwilling just because he had a lover. He must have thought of his past.

"This should be another skill created by the master, called the soul-pulling technique. People who are affected by the soul-pulling technique will have a deep love for the master-" Seeing that Ming Xun's face was getting more and more ugly, the old man in black robe I can only stop talking.

"My cultivation is a small part of what I inherited from my ancestor. I am no match for my ancestor." The old man in black robe looked at Ming Xun's hand, "But I can give it a try."

The redness in Mingxun's eyes faded a little. His voice was hoarse and he said to the old man in black robe: "He is selfish. Although he wants to get Luoluo, he can't hurt himself at all because of Luoluo."

The old man in black robe was speechless. He had heard the legend of his master when he was a child. He had always been proud of his master, and he had also tried to become a person as free and unrestrained as his master.

In the meeting just now, the old man in black robe was lying when he said he was not disappointed.

It turns out that the real master is not as free and easy as the records left by him are.

He can also do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

I’m afraid even——

"Did he create his own?" Ming Xun mocked and said what he was thinking, "A person who is full of plunder will have the talent to create his own skills? Mostly he is robbing other people's skills and taking them as his own."

The old man in black robe felt his face getting hot. But now is not the time to think about this. He said: "This soul-pulling technique is different from being poisoned. Anyone who has been infected by the soul-pulling technique has no possibility of undoing it."

If one falls under the love poison, as long as the poison is taken out, the sanity will return, and the entire soul of the person who falls under the spell of soul-pulling will belong to the other party.

Mingxun took a deep breath, "What do you need me to do?"

"I may need your blood." Ming Xun lost control and was filled with evil energy. Blood is the essence of human beings, and the evil energy is the strongest among them. The master can always resist, but it also takes effort. Then the girl can take the opportunity to fight back.

The old man in black robe glanced at the heart of the stone statue.

Ming Xun directly cut his wrist, bleeding like a stream.

"That's enough." More than ten seconds later, the old man in black robe said.

Mingxun didn't take back his hand, and the blood continued to drip.

"If it continues, you will lose too much blood." The old man in black robe forcibly sealed Mingxun's acupuncture points.

Hammer hurriedly fed him a hemostatic pill and a blood-tonifying pill.

"It's beating again." From the corner of his eye, he saw the stone statue's heart beating harder than before, and this time it didn't just beat once.

Hammer had a feeling that if the stone statue could move, it would definitely jump up and run away at this moment.

It's just that the other party has a soul that has been cultivated in the soul bead for hundreds of years, and cannot be easily controlled by the evil spirit.

The stone statue returned to calm again.

"Master, I'm offended." The old man in black robe bowed slightly to the stone statue, and then used bright blood to draw the soul-cutting formation. The bright red blood flowed orderly along the formation.

Zhuge, who had been watching without interfering, walked over at this time.

He seemed to belatedly asked, "Soul-pulling technique?"

The old man in black robe didn't understand.

Zhuge smiled and said, "If I remember correctly, this soul-pulling technique is my master's technique."

The old man in black robe shook his hands.

Zhuge laughed again, "How dare he say that he created such a vicious technique?"

At that time, an elder in the master's sect fell in love with a young master from the mountain. However, the young master was already married. He and his wife Qin Se harmoniously refused to accept the offer of the elder. The elder killed the young master's wife and forcibly abducted the young master.

The elder initially wanted to impress the young master with his true feelings, but the young master hated the elder so much because of his wife's affairs that he would rather die than surrender.

Soon the elder lost her patience, and she directly used the soul-drawing technique on the young man.

From then on, the young master's heart and eyes were full of elders.

Until the elder was suddenly killed when he went out.

The soul-pulling technique was solved naturally.

This technique is of little use and cannot be put on the stage, so the master doesn't want to mention it.

Just being unable to take possession of it is not an excuse to take possession of the soul.

Zhuge directly said the method to solve the spell, "Kill the person who cast the spell, and the soul-pulling spell will naturally be solved."

"It's just that the master must have a backup plan." Ever since he guessed that the master was not an upright person, the old man in black robe had to think more, "Although the master is very likely to snatch the soul-pulling technique, he will definitely improve the soul-pulling technique. .”

If the spell can be solved by killing the caster, this is the biggest flaw for the caster.

And if his master could create a sect, he must be capable.

A stiff friction sound penetrated into the ears of several people, and then there was a sneer, "Yes, I have improved this soul-pulling technique. If I have any shortcomings, she will be buried with me."