The Summoner in the Ice Coffin of the Allure

Chapter 1243
How could Feng Wurao not know?It's just that even if you smash this inhuman and ghost thing, you can't relieve your anger.

So the tip of the sword raised, and directly pierced Luo Qi's chest: "With my strength, let him suffer all the pain, but leave a sigh of relief, there is room for error, so, Master Xuan, don't worry."

When Xuanci heard this, his expression immediately relaxed.

But on the ground, Luo Qi, who was enduring great pain, suddenly smiled sinisterly: "Feng Wurao, you can kill or cut whatever you want, I don't mind dying together with your Gu Lingsha. Oh ! By the way, there is also Ye Jinni, with your sword strike, the three of us have been fulfilled, hahaha..."

"Crack!"

Before he could laugh wildly, Feng Wurao had raised his sword and cut off his right arm.

Immediately, Luo Qi's eyes darkened, and he fell directly to the ground.

"Isn't it just an enchantment? Let me tell you, I'll cut off all the flesh on your body piece by piece, and I'll always find it."

Feng Wurao is actually a person who hates blood and blood, and is also a person who hates cruelty. In the past 400 years, it can almost be said that, except for the two battles with Ye Wuming, he rarely killed a person himself.

But now, the disappearance of Gu Lingsha completely made him lose his mind. For the first time, he cut his Qingming Frost Sword, which was full of spiritual energy, towards the human body one by one.

"Young Master Feng—" Xuanci couldn't stay any longer amidst the blood and flesh flying.

But Feng Wurao, whose hands were covered with blood, just gave him a cold look, and then said: "Master Xuan, I have cut his flesh, and you are nailing his bones, this barrier is not in the flesh, but in the bones, you see Be careful."

Xuan Ci trembled all over, just wanted to say, can it not be so bloody?But underneath, the bloody Luo Qi twisted his face and scolded: "Feng Wurao, even if you beat me to ashes, you won't be able to find them."

"Really? Then I'll just make you lose your mind." Feng Wurao replied calmly.

But when Luo Qi heard this, his whole body trembled violently.

When Xuan Ci saw it, his eyes lit up immediately: "Young Master Feng, it seems that it has something to do with his soul!"

"Soul?" The flying blade in Feng Wurao's hand stopped: "He is a zombie and still has a soul?"

"Didn't you say that he devoured the millennium corpse king? Then his own soul should still be there."

Feng Wurao finally realized it!
Putting away the sword, stepped back, pointed at this person and said: "So, this matter of summoning the soul is left to Mr. Xuan."

He can kill people and control beasts, but he is lazy and has not learned how to summon souls...

The corners of Xuanci's eyes twitched, remembering that Miss Gu told him that her master was so lazy that he would never think about it as long as he didn't need to use his brain, so he stood up without delay.

Summoning souls may be a difficult task for ordinary people, but for Zhang Yi Xuanci who has studied metaphysics for nearly 40 years, it is just a matter of ease.

So, after Feng Wurao asked him to summon Luo Qi's soul, he took out a handful of cinnabar from his bosom and sprinkled it on Luo Qi's body with lightning speed.

Luo Qi is a zombie who has not yet fully recovered into a fleshy body. As soon as the cinnabar was sprinkled, immediately after a scream, bursts of green smoke came out from the wounds on his body that had just been cut by Feng Wurao. The pungent stench almost made Feng Wurao cover his mouth and nose immediately.

(End of this chapter)