Yingmeng was quiet for a second or two, and then raised his eyelids. "I don't understand what you are talking about at all. Spiritualism? You can call this thing spiritualism. It is my own creation, and I haven't named it yet.

Woolen cloth."

Ming Yue's face was extremely ugly, which directly destroyed her cute image to the outside world. "I'm not in the mood to joke with you here. Only the two realms of the Ming Dynasty and the ghost can cultivate the death energy. Could it be that you invented the cultivation method yourself and studied it?

Have you mastered the art of summoning spirits? You are so powerful, why don’t you start a sect?”

This obvious irony sounded a little more reasonable to Yingmeng's ears, and she actually began to seriously consider the feasibility of this suggestion.

Good question. She can definitely establish a sect and create a force. If one person controls a hundred people, she will have the power of a hundred people. Dealing with her is far better than dealing with a hundred scattered people. First of all, she

You can fool, and then...

Wait, it seems...

Ying Meng took a closer look and took a careful look at Ming Yue.

It’s over. These days, no one believes the truth anymore.

"There's something wrong with your reaction." Yingmeng was amazed and finally remembered the urgent matter. "What could make you react so much? Could it be that this spiritualism is the secret method of your royal family?"

Yingmeng paused for a moment, and suddenly felt an ominous premonition when he saw Ming Yue's unabashed murderous intent.

"Wushuang, you suddenly appeared, you know the dance music of the Xiang family, and you know the secrets of my underworld. What is your purpose? Or what is the purpose of your existence?"

Yingmeng squinted her eyes, her eyes were very dark, and her long eyelashes covered the color of her eyes. She still spoke in a joking tone. "Don't accuse people unjustly. I researched it myself, and I can only summon one or two souls."

If your so-called spiritualism is just to summon a soul, then your secret method in the underworld is too low-level."

Ming Yue sneered, and countless dark golden flowers of the other side suddenly bloomed on the ground. The place where she stood was like a meandering river of holy light, carrying an imperial power that would not be tolerated. "You also said that you only know a little about dance music.

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Genius Training Camp: The best way to erase is to replace.

Yingmeng changed color slightly, sneered, and said, "If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do about it."

From Ming Yue's reaction, she could tell that the joke she casually answered was actually the truth. The art of spiritualism is probably very important to the royal family in the underworld, and it is by no means as simple as recruiting one or two souls.

Also...

It was a rare moment for her to be humble, which actually lowered her credibility. Sure enough, if you follow what the bullshit teaches you, you will end up being cheated miserably.

Mentally cynical complaints, Yingmeng's face is serious, his fingertips are surrounded by black energy, and he is almost pious in concentration.

Ming Yue's attitude is that she is risking her life. This expression is familiar to Ying Meng, the kind of all-or-nothing effort to achieve the goal at all costs.

A purposeful expression.

In this situation, a person's potential is unlimited. This kind of person is very difficult to deal with, and the risk index is outrageously high.

It's just unfortunate to see such a figure and take a detour like a dream, and to never push people into desperate situations as a rule...

The other party's goal is to kill her.

There was a dazzling red light in Ying Meng's eyes, maybe she would go all out this time.

In this moment of silence between heaven and earth, the shadow dream moved, and immediately a storm that could destroy everything broke out.

Ming Yue raised her hand, bringing up countless rioting energies along the way.

Perhaps because she knew she couldn't defeat Yingmeng, she used a large-scale forbidden technique with extremely serious backlash.

A strange black light filled the air, and the terrifying pressure quickly became intense.

Ying Meng opened her red lips slightly and blurted out an ancient and awkward spell. Who doesn't know the forbidden spell?

Yingmeng's pupils were shimmering with red light, and auspicious colors were swirling around them. The figure of Ming Yue in the pupils had already been cut into pieces.

Ming Yue clasped her hands together, and black light emerged, wrapping around Ying Meng's body.

Ying Meng raised the bone sword, and the black light was cut off, and the sword light suddenly appeared. That cold light shocked the world in an instant.

Ming Yue seemed unaware and was not affected by the dazzling light. After all, moves without energy leakage would not cause drastic changes in the environment.

Ming Yue concentrated on analyzing the fluctuations in the air.

As expected, she made the right bet. The vast and unparalleled light, like the waves crashing against the shore, was just a bluff. The real killing move was the countless shadows of swords hidden in the air, like ox-hair needles.

Ming Yue raised her hand, and the air sent out a slight fluctuation, which was enough to shake the sword points like a storm, without wasting any extra energy. Her control ability was evident.

Yingmeng stuck her tongue out of her mouth and licked her lips gently. She smelled the smell of blood. Her eyes suddenly glowed red, and her facial features were tainted with a trace of bloodthirsty impulse.

The wind began to blow in all directions, and a closed space seemed to be formed here, and the pressure on the two of them continued to rise.

Ming Yue suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, and the sharp sound was as high as a frequency that humans could not recognize. Even the howl of suffering coming from the abyss would not be more indescribable than this extremely high-frequency "silent" vibration.

That can't be a human voice - that's not a human voice

The red light in Ying Meng's eyes became heavier and heavier, and she listened to the series of blood-curdling, devil-like screams with an almost fanatical attitude.

The black light and black mist in the air flowed gently and quickly merged into one, and there was a brief moment of peace on the sidelines.

Like the last light of the setting sun.

Then in the silence, something started to happen...

After a dazzling ray of light, a roar, and an earth-shattering explosion, it was completely empty, with both Yingmeng and Ming Yue missing.

Suddenly, there was a sharp whistling sound in the air, and the air that had just calmed down was distorted, and a white light pierced the eyes, shaking them so hard that they could hardly open their eyes.

Then a blood trail appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground, shocking and gathering on the ground. Then there was a more blurred blood trail extending into the woods.

Abnormal madness howled in the wind, like the screams and roars of countless undead souls.

For a moment, the air was surrounded by black streaks. Yingmeng landed easily, with a dagger spinning on her long, white fingers like works of art...

The outcome is clear.

Ying Meng turned the dagger carefully, his face stained with thick morbidity, and his eyes vaguely revealed a greedy look.

The flowing bright red liquid seemed to exude some strange charm, attracting her deeply.

The girl is dressed in red, has an aggressive and sharp beauty, and is fierce, making people look up to her.

Suddenly her movements stopped, and there was an inevitable distortion.

Looking at the dirty blood, the marks of beatings and scratches on her body, and the dagger dripping with blood on her hand, Yingmeng thought of some unspeakable secrets, which gave her a strong fear.

Yingmeng slowly turned around and walked step by step towards the Loli who was lying on the ground, motionless and breathless. She was from the underworld, a dead person. Wanting to obliterate was different from erasing the creatures in the world.

Yingmeng knew that she was still alive, but she still had murderous intentions during the confrontation.

She had to admit that Ming Yue was very smart, but he was not smart enough to deceive her.

When Ming Yue was annihilated by fear, she realized something. At that last glance, every bit of emotion Ying Meng read in her eyes was enough to confirm that she had pushed too far and was already close to the truth.

This is a very troublesome thing. Especially when she tells it, she thinks about the attention of everyone and how much information this will reveal to her enemies in the future...

Yingmeng twitched her lips in distress, maybe this guy shouldn't exist.

Everyone who comes here deserves to die anyway. Does it matter if it’s earlier or later? She started first. Who can she blame for seeking death?

Ying Meng's left eye was burning with an obvious look of madness, while her right eye was full of disgust and disgust. She slowly raised her left hand, and her right hand was trembling. Every step she took was so determined.
Chapter completed!