Then, the resentment shrank and returned to the coffin again.

"Huh...save..."

Hong Bao exhaled a long breath, slapped his chest, and was still scared, and found that his pants were wet.

Ye Mo appeared next to the coffin again.

Looking at the rich resentment inside, a cold flashed in Ye Mo's eyes.

This kind of evil thing hurts people's lives. If it is not destroyed, I don't know how many people will die in its hands.

He took out the turtle shell magic weapon, and a piece of spiritual power, and penetrated it into it.

The turtle shell magic weapon trembled slightly and circled over the coffin.

Sizzling...

The emerald green barrier spreads from the turtle shell magic weapon, wrapping up the entire coffin, and the black resentment inside it is sealed tightly and cannot be rushed out.

Ye Mo took out the wolf's hair, cinnabar, and chicken blood, and kept writing on the yellow paper.

In a few minutes, ten Tianyang Talismans were drawn by Ye Mo.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

......

Ten Tianyang Talismans were pasted around the coffin by Ye Mo.

If it were before, it would be impossible for Ye Mo to draw ten Tianyang Talismans in a short period of time.

However, Ye Mo's cultivation level has been improved to the middle stage of Qi refining, and it is more than enough to do such a thing.

"Train for me!"

After pasting the talisman paper, Ye Mo raised his hand and pinched his hands, and a cold shout occurred.

The strange patterns on the Tianyang Talisman immediately shone, and a stream of extreme yang force surged into the coffin.

"Ahhhh!"

"hot!"

"it hurts!"

......

The resentment in the coffin, like a chemical reaction, kept tumbling, shrinking, and dissipating, and a sound full of pain sounded.

The black resentment continued to dissipate with the burning of the extreme yang force.

In just five minutes, there was only a cloud of gray mist left in the coffin, the size of a fist.

The gray fog slowly turned and looked weak.

"This is the essence of the resentful soul."

Ye Mo raised his hand and pinched his hands again.

The power of the extreme yang immediately rushed towards the resentful soul.

Ye Mo decided to refine the resentful soul in one breath.

"Why kill me... don't kill me..."

The begging sound suddenly rang in Ye Mo's ears.

It is the voice of a woman, and the resentful soul is made.

"If you don't destroy you, you will harm others, and I will naturally kill you." Ye Mo's voice decisive.

"Healing people? Who did I harm?"

The resentful soul asked.

"Four workers and the people just now, if I hadn't stopped you, you would have died from your resentment." Ye Mo responded coldly.

"That was caused by the resentment I have accumulated over the years... I can't control it at all... If you want to say that it hurts people... I was killed..."

The voice suddenly became more sucking, full of sadness and despair.

Ye Mo paused slightly.

He remembered that resentful souls were usually formed by people who died in vain, or were poisoned by others, or were forcibly humiliated to death, or died unjustly, or died unexpectedly.

"How did you die?"

Ye Mo asked.

"How did you die..."

The voice of the resentful soul suddenly became smaller, as if it was falling into memories:

"Ten years ago... I was seventeen years old, I had a parents who loved me, a cute younger brother, and the whole family was happy..."

"I didn't know that one night, I was still sleeping and my house suddenly caught fire...I was woken up by thick smoke... But the fire developed too fast..."

"The fire broke out, the beam collapsed, and my legs were broken. In my ear, it was my mother, my father, and my brother's screams..."

"They... were burned to death!"

Speaking of this, the voice of resentful souls is full of despair and hatred.

"I cried and crawled out of the fire... and looked back... all of them were flames... The screams of dad, mom, and brother disappeared."
Chapter completed!