When Yan An heard this, he stood motionless again.
Li Ting missed Qingqu and Yun Shu especially at this time. One of them knew ghosts very well, and the other was a Taoist who was good at drawing talismans to catch ghosts. They must have a way to contain Han Ziqi.
But you can’t always rely on others to understand ghosts.
Li Ting stared at the stiff-looking Han Ziqi and suddenly pinched him.
He planned to try it himself and see if he could make the resentful ghost, which would struggle and howl until death, faint.
If you really accidentally destroy Han Ziqi directly, then just destroy him.
Li Ting pinched Han Ziqi, magic power surged from his hand.
Han Ziqi, who had no power to resist, allowed himself to be eroded by the magic power. The whole ghost struggled violently, the sound became louder and louder, and the breath became weaker and weaker.
Everyone held their breath and looked at Li Ting, feeling that he was about to kill this ghost.
Shui Ying hesitated to speak, but still did not speak.
Li Ting poured his magic power into his eyes, watching the red lines on Han Ziqi's body disappear one after another. His speed gradually slowed down, trying to control his magic power to make a certain red line disappear.
It didn't work at first, but as Han Ziqi screamed, he figured out a method bit by bit.
His hands went up from Han Ziqi's neck to his eyes and head.
"Li Ting, Yan An is a ghost like me, you will have retribution...ah!" Burning pain interrupted Han Ziqi's words.
Li Ting is not a pharmacist, does not understand the human body, and does not understand ghosts, but Han Ziqi is a test subject who does not need to pay a price.
"Ah... I, I am stronger than it. If you let me go, I can... ah!" Looking at Li Ting's cold expression, Han Ziqi felt frightened for the first time. It started to try to persuade, but it didn't say anything at all.
Can't say complete words.
The mana spread thinner and thinner, and Li Ting finally accurately extinguished the red line near one of Han Ziqi's eyes.
Han Ziqi screamed, and one of his eyeballs suddenly turned into a burst of flying ash, disappearing bit by bit on its face.
No, it's still awake.
Isn't there a way to knock a ghost out?
Li Ting continued to try, but another red line of resentment in his brain was broken, shattered, and turned into fly ash. At the same time, black mucus came out of one of Han Ziqi's ears.
Wrong, still wrong.
Han Ziqi could no longer speak and could only let out a shrill and eerie scream.
Cold sweat broke out on Li Ting's forehead. He was already injured. Although he took the healing elixir, there was no way to save his broken and disfigured leg.
Mana is also close to being exhausted.
His body was reaching its limit, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and he understood Han Ziqi's ghostly energy and resentment more clearly.
It was as if the flow of mana and the manifestation of resentment had slowed down.
This was a qualitative change brought about by his previous observation over and over again of the flow of resentment on the white vines of Han Ziqi. It was an ability that was tempered in danger.
During practice, monks will never miss a moment when they gain insights into heaven, earth, body, and aura, because that is an epiphany and an opportunity for breakthrough.
Li Ting didn't know what he was doing now, but he knew that once he missed it, he might never feel this way again, so his instinct told him not to give up...
The magic power was like a thread, exploring Han Ziqi's head bit by bit, swimming along the red line of resentment bit by bit, just like the waves chasing the swimming fish, bit by bit in sync with the fish's swimming.
Another red thread disappeared into ashes.
Behind the red line, there seemed to be a vertical line connecting many locations in Han Ziqi's brain. Li Ting explored each place one by one and sensed an unusual meaning.
His magic power wrapped around the red thread, and then he exerted slight force.
The red line becomes dim in an instant, and as long as a little more magic is applied, it will break and dissipate.
It was at this moment in the night that Li Ting quickly closed the door.
The sweat on his forehead slid down his face, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes.
The dense red threads are the resentment that has turned into substance, forming a human shape and Han Ziqi. It is really difficult to accurately find a certain thread among them and then weaken the resentment in a targeted manner instead of destroying it.
But after trying again and again, he did it.
As the red line dimmed, the red lines all over Han Ziqi's body also turned light red, and the entire ghost lost consciousness.
This is real fainting.
Moreover, Li Ting had an intuition that as long as he gave that thread a little yin energy, or input a large amount of yin energy into Han Ziqi's body, he could light up those lines of resentment and wake up Han Ziqi.
It is difficult for him to explain why he knows. It is an intuition. He has an improvement in his state of mind at this moment. He has cultivated to the golden elixir stage in his previous life, so he naturally has no shortage of state of mind. But now he is at the peak of Yunling, but he feels that this
Pian Tiandi's understanding is deeper than the early stage of Jindan in his previous life.
Is this how one world supports a monk?
Li Ting knew that as long as he accumulated enough spiritual energy, he could break through to the peak of Yunling.
It's interesting that she can see these resentment lines, so she understands the states of different ghosts so well, and instinctively knows what to do, and then gives guidance to herself.
Looking at Han Ziqi who fainted, Li Ting had a smile on his face, looked at everyone and said, "It's done."
There was an obvious look of surprise on Shui Ying's face. It was she who brought up the idea of making ghosts faint, but she regretted it after saying it because she had never heard of ghosts being able to faint.
Ghosts have always been mysterious in Beizhou. Monks don't understand ghosts, and they don't know whether they have specific strengths or categories.
The ghosts of resentment have only been rampant for more than twenty years, which is not enough for mankind to understand this new enemy.
At best, they only knew how to eliminate them, but they had never seen a ghost faint. But now, Li Ting had done it.
Shuiying's eyes flashed with hope. She felt that this man was different from others. Maybe he could really make her meet her father.
Li Ting, however, didn't pay much attention to other people's gazes. He brushed his hands over the grass cage and bag around his waist, pretending to hold his belt.
Then a black pill appeared in his hand.
Instantly, a strong yin energy filled the space.
Tang Yuan paused and looked at the snakeskin bag on Li Ting's waist with some confusion.
I made it by myself, but... this black elixir is so heavy with yin energy, can it be completely isolated? Wait, the pattern on that little grass cage...
Tang Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he blinked covertly, trying to pretend as if nothing had happened, but his heart was filled with turmoil.
"Yan An, here you go." Li Ting handed the black pill to Yan An.
Yan An pulled out another vine, spread it flat, caught Li Ting's black pill, and then rolled it up to hold the black pill firmly.
It looked at this thing for a while, with a trace of desire in its dead gray eyes, but it seemed to be worried about something and was unwilling to eat it.
"Eat it." Li Ting said suddenly.
Yan An glanced at him. There was no emotion that humans should have in that look, but it made Li Ting feel a little familiar.
Yan An's vine slowly retracted and swallowed the black pill.
Instantly, rich Yin Qi emanated from Yan An's body, and black mist rolled over its fog vines. A kind of icy cold air filled the air with Yan An as the center, making people feel like they were in a netherworld.
The ghost energy in Yan An continued to surge, and a trembling feeling became stronger and stronger.
Although no one knows how Gui upgrades, everyone knows that he is getting stronger rapidly.
The ghost energy surged to the extreme, and the sense of oppression on Yan An was also frightening. For a moment, Shui Ying and Tang Yuan felt that the person in front of them was not a ghost wandering in the world, but the King of Hell in charge of the underworld.