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The flame bureau in Qingyanpo was set up to punish the giants. Why is this flame bureau for such a big resentment?

The stele painted with blood and engraved with words of resentment, after thousands of years, its resentment has begun to have its own unique soul, which is equivalent to what we usually call grass and trees becoming fine.

The resentment of this stele was so great that Yang Zimei could feel the chill.

The resentment of this stele was liberated from the underground formation, and like all the imprisoned evil spirits, when they saw the popularity, they immediately wanted to move, opening their teeth and claws to find someone to vent their grievances.

Yang Zimei, Xiaoqian, and Lianyi have special auras on them, so they won't be the ones they are looking for.

The gloomy aura on Huo Wenhua's body was already close to that of a ghost, and coupled with the imminent end, his body began to glow with a certain kind of bad luck that only people with heavenly eyes like Yang Zimei could feel.

Nor was it what it was looking for.

But those eight bodyguards were different, they were full of yang energy, they were the objects of its jealousy and grudges, so it rushed towards one of them.

Those bodyguards didn't have sky eyes, so naturally they couldn't see a cloud of black yin energy rushing towards them with extremely resentful coldness.

They just felt that the temperature around them suddenly dropped a lot, their backs were sweating, and goosebumps appeared on their arms inexplicably.

Yang Zimei naturally saw it.

She hurriedly made a tactic with her fingers, and the true fire of samadhi spewed out, hitting the cloud of black energy of resentment.

The true fire of Samadhi exploded in the center of it.

However, the flame was quickly swallowed by the cloud of black air, and it didn't play a role in dispelling the black air at all.

The black air became even more intense, producing even stronger power, and attacked the closest bodyguard at an astonishing speed.

Yang Zimei was too confident in her true samadhi before.

Before, even the huge greedy black ghost who had accumulated grievances for thousands of years could be burned, so he underestimated the enemy, thinking that he could easily deal with this soul formed by the resentment of the stone tablet.

The result was quite the opposite.

The true fire of samadhi is equivalent to injecting new energy into this resentful soul. Not only will it not be extinguished, but it will become more vigorous.

This really surprised her.

Therefore, it was too late for her to stop it from attacking the bodyguard named Po.

Ah Bao's neck was straight, his eyes were wide open, his whole body trembled like chaff, and his whole face was covered with black air.

Yang Zimei rushed forward and even pasted a few spells on him, but all of them bounced off and burned automatically.

"Hahaha……"

A Bao, who was originally a rough man, suddenly let out a shrill, sad and sad laugh like a woman, like a female ghost from a thousand years ago, which made everyone's hair stand on end.

With a resentful expression on Abao's face, his fingers were shaped like orchids, pointing at Yang Zimei, and his tone was thin, "You want to kill me? Haha, you can't kill me! Haha..."

Her laughter was so terrifying that even Lianyi's white hair exploded when she heard it, shaking a few times.

The other bodyguards gasped when they saw their companion suddenly possessed by a ghost and changed into another look, no matter how brave they were, they all gasped, trembling, and stepped back unconsciously.

Yang Zimei realized that her ordinary spells of exorcising yin and evil were useless to it, so she had no choice but to use her trump card—Xiao Zhong.

I hope that Xiao Zhong can cure this soul formed by absorbing the resentment from heaven and earth.

She quickly blocked the auditory perception of Huo Wenhua and the clone ghost, and started to shake the little clock.

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