The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Wu Yue took the sachet, took out a white jade bottle, and handed it to Mu Feng.

"Go, extract the blood from her heart, one drop is enough." Mu Feng glanced at Wu Yue and said.

"I'm going? She's a woman!" Wu Yue shouted loudly, she was going to take off Luo Wanqing's clothes!

"Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. If you have no evil thoughts in your heart, it doesn't matter if you are male or female." Mu Feng taught earnestly.

"Well, you are a saint, you have no evil thoughts in your heart, you can go by yourself." Wu Yue clasped her hands and leaned against the tree, as if you were doing nothing to me.

"I'm old, my hands are shaking, and my eyesight is not good. If I make a mistake, I will lose my life!" Mu Feng was so angry that his beard straightened.

Luo Wanqing heard the two argue, her face turned blue and red: "I'll take it myself!"

Wu Yue smiled and gave her a silver needle: "I should have said it earlier."

Untied Luo Wanqing, then surrounded her, and then all the men turned to avoid her.

Luo Wanqing held the silver needle in grief and anger, and unbuttoned her clothes. There were several scarred knife wounds on her heart, the silver needle pierced her heart, and bright red blood flowed out.

"Are you ready?" Wu Yue urged.

"Okay." Luo Wanqing's face was pale, full of hatred, all of this was thanks to Hanyue Qiongying!

There was a drop of blood on the silver needle, Wu Yue took the silver needle and handed it to Mu Feng.

Mu Feng opened the bottle and dripped blood into it.It turned into a flame, threw the bottle into the flame, and made a scorching sound.

The undead, who was unable to move at first, trembled all over, and his face was distorted, as if he was suffering from great pain.

Luo Wanqing looked at the undead in horror, why did this happen?

After about a quarter of an hour, the undead fell to the ground, his body was stiff, like a dead person who had been dead for a long time.

To truly kill the undead, it is necessary to annihilate their souls, and then they will die completely.

If only their physical bodies are killed, their souls will attach new bodies and become new undead as long as they meet a suitable and powerful body.

"The undead is dead, can you let us go?" Luo Wanqing pleaded, but she was extremely unwilling in her heart.

The undead, which took many years to make, was easily destroyed, especially her heart.

"Of course... not yet." Wu Yue made a fool of herself.

"You guys want to talk back?" Luo Wanqing said angrily. Hearing that Mu Feng's prestige is high and respected, it's just a false name!

"No." Mu Feng glared at Wu Yue.

"I said it's okay, just wait a minute, how do I know if you will make undead after you go back to Dongyue?" Wu Yue smiled harmlessly.

"No, absolutely not. I don't know the forbidden technique of making undead. All of these are controlled by the royal family of Dongyue." Luo Wanqing said hastily.

"Well, I know, but the person who manipulates the undead must have a strong enough phantom power and suitable pure yin blood, and Miss Luo, your blood is unique, and it is most suitable for feeding the undead."

Speaking of this, Wu Yue looked at Luo Wanqing thoughtfully.

"What exactly do you want?" Luo Wanqing panicked, they wanted to kill her...

"In order to prevent the royal family of Dongyue from using your blood to make undead, we will either kill you, or abolish your cultivation, but abolish your cultivation, Miss Luo, you are amazingly talented, and I am afraid You will practice again." Wu Yue said with a look of embarrassment.

"No, I won't manipulate undead anymore, and you can kill undead, the royal family of Dongyue will never dare to make undead again." Luo Wanqing was horrified, and abolished her cultivation for more than ten years, it was like killing her.