Feng Yiying saw her looking at these locust trees in a trance, her little face alternately sad and angry, with unusually rich expressions. She couldn't help but ask: "How is it? Is there any way to get rid of these ghost locust trees?" Yi Qingchen sighed.
: "These evil spirits imprisoned in the locust trees are poor mothers. It's better to find a way to save them. In order to save them, we need some props. Let's wait until we get those props together. I can seal them now.
Stop them and prevent them from doing evil. She stretched out her right hand to draw talisman, and made a fist with her left hand. After a moment, she opened her palm, and several small swords appeared out of thin air in her palm. They were shining with golden light and auspicious energy. She ran towards a big locust tree.
, the big locust tree seemed to smell the breath of life, and its branches swayed like snakes. From the sky, Yi Qingchen saw countless women stretching out their pale arms and grabbing at her. Yi Qingchen raised his right hand,
The exorcism sword flew out from above her head. Those pale arms were very afraid of the sword in her hand, and they retracted. Taking advantage of this gap, Yi Qingchen used her palms to compare the tree trunks. It seemed to be measuring the size.
. Then with a pop, he inserted a small golden sword in his hand into the measured tree trunk. A circle of golden light instantly appeared, and the inserted large locust tree trembled violently, as if it was swinging. Yi Qingchen looked up
Looking around, he saw the women in the tree trembled unwillingly for a while, and then closed their eyes one after another as if they were asleep. Yi Qingchen clapped his hands, with a smile on his face: "Okay! This tree is done!"
She happily ran to the next tree. A white shadow flashed before her eyes, and she almost ran into the man's arms. She quickly stopped, stared at the man, and shouted: "Big Maple Leaf, what are you doing?"
Feng Yiying looked at her with a smile, and took the other eight small golden swords from her hand: "You are too slow, let me do it!" Yi Qingchen glared at him: "You don't know magic, sealing
The location of the locust trees is very particular, how do you know..." Before she could finish her words, Feng Yiying stood together, raised his hand, and shot out two golden swords, with two puffs, two trees ****ed.
Among the trunks of the big trees, the direction taken was more accurate than that taken by Yi Qingchen. The two big trees shook slightly and then stopped moving.