At the other end of Changling Palace, Hu Hai woke up from a nightmare.

The mattress under him was soaked in his cold sweat. In his nightmare, his body's skin and flesh melted on the bed. The feeling in the dream was very similar to the sticky feeling at this time.

What surprised him was not only the unspeakable fear, but also the extremely subtle sound and coldness. The sound was the sound of the artemisia on the eaves when the weeds broke, and the coldness came from the stars passing through the dark night.

This is the taste he has been familiar with since childhood.

For some reason, he felt that his mother, Zheng Xiu, did not like him since childhood. His preference for Fusu was not revealed on the surface, but the eyes and even many backs left when he turned around made him feel that he felt this kind of coldness inside.

He didn't understand why there was such a cold feeling that made him afraid. Even though he was slightly inferior to Fusu, he was not all her sons? Why was there such a difference?

This coldness and clarity tonight made him wake up from the nightmare and dared not move on the wet bed. These subtle sounds were like poisonous snakes, and he couldn't help but think of the dark underground. The monster Shen Xuan stabbed his skin with hollow fine needles, and the sound of blood spurting out from the fine needles was like this.

This subtle sound is particularly clear in an absolutely quiet environment. Blood turns into red mist and surrounds him. The sound lasts for a long time, but the blood lost in the body is actually not too much, which will only make people feel weak and helpless, and of course there is also the accumulation of extreme fear.

Hu Hai's body began to twitch.

His body kept twitching and even beating on the sticky bedding.

The dull impact sounds made on the solid bed, turning into a heart-pounding murmur in the empty palace.

There were panic footsteps and screams, and a doctor quickly rushed to his side. Several medicines that relieved body convulsions and calmed the soul were quickly passed into Hu Hai's body by this doctor, who was also a powerful practitioner. Then the doctor skillfully and quickly took out several golden needles and stabbed them into some of Hu Hai's orifices with qi and blood.

This kind of imperial doctor has superb methods, but what makes him look ugly is that his methods are used together, just like the previous few times, and cannot relieve Hu Hai's symptoms at all. Hu Hai's convulsions are like a real nightmare.

So much so that in the next few breaths, he had to slap Hu Hai's lungs with both hands and use his true energy to maintain the functions of Hu Hai's five internal organs, so as to prevent Hu Hai from being unable to breathe during constant and violent twitching, and even serious problems with the five internal organs.

The palpitations that made the twitching hit the bed board lasted for a long time, and the doctor's clothes were completely wet.

When the situation completely stabilized, the doctor walked out of Hu Hai's bedroom. Under the bright moonlight, his face was a little gray. He said to many colleagues or disciples who were waiting for him in line and said seriously: "We must find a cure method, or find someone who can cure him with higher means than us. Otherwise, if it continues, this is not a psychological problem, and his entire body will be completely destroyed."

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In the black night, the mottled soul-staining nail slowly exited from the young lady's aura inch by inch.

There was a black airflow at the front of Qian Tomb's fingers and connected to this soul-suppressing nail. This picture gave people the feeling that his hands and ten fingers melted, connected to this soul-suppressing nail.

Although his cultivation comes from his most beloved master Yan Ying, he took shortcuts in several realms in front of him and could not appreciate the subtle changes in each realm. Therefore, he should stay at the level of the seven realm in this life and never be able to break through to the eight realm.

However, because he perfectly inherited Yan Ying's natal object and the powerful means against the enemy that others cannot understand, he is still a close-invincible existence among the masters of the seventh realm.

However, this soul-suppressing nail is the treasure of the Great Qi Dynasty. For all practitioners who practice Yin God and Ghost Fighting, it is a divine object with extremely strong vitality rules. Therefore, even for him, the process of removing this soul-suppressing nail is much more difficult than against several seven-level enemies at the same time.

When Yan Ying died, the Qis people should be one of the strongest practitioners of the Great Qi Dynasty. He should even have the confidence to face an opponent like Dan Tai Guanjian, even if he cannot defeat him, he may have the ability to protect himself. However, he cannot survive the joint efforts of Dan Tai Guanjian and Qian Tomb, so when he sensed the breath of Dan Tai Guanjian and Qian Tomb, he decided to leave the merchant lady and leave.

He didn't even have time to kill the merchant lady, and he didn't have time to take away this soul-squeezing nail.

The Soul-Suppressing Nail was a holy object used by the royal family of the Great Qi Dynasty to shock various sects and a major weapon for the country. Therefore, when the Qis people fled, they seemed so cold and angry when they faced Zheng Xiu's subordinates.

There was a problem with Yuanwu and Zheng Xiu. This was just a family matter of the Qin Dynasty. However, in this change, the one that suffered the greatest losses was the Great Qi Dynasty.

As time passed slowly, when Qianmeng finally pulled out the soul-squeezing nail, he became weak and his whole body kept trembling.

"Thank you."

The young lady of the merchant gave her a sincere thank you, and the old servant who had been following her bowed deeply at him.

"You can nail this soul-suppressing soul into a natal object." Qianmeng knew that her natal object had been destroyed when facing the enemy Ties, so he immediately suggested.

The young lady of the merchant needs such a powerful natal object, and she also knows that Qianmeng does not need such a natal object, so she did not refuse and took the big sacred object from Qianmeng's slightly trembling hands.

"Is it really OK for Li Yunrui and Bai Shanshui couple to rob the twelve witch god heads?" At the same time, she said with some concern.

There is no need to say much about the strength of Bai Shanshui and Li Yunrui. However, the Great Qi Dynasty is now the dynasty with the most masters of the seventh realm. The Yin gods and ghosts of the masters similar to the Qis people are not something that ordinary practitioners can deal with. In fact, in her mind, she does not think that Bai Shanshui and others can stop Emperor Qi from using the twelve witch god heads.

"Ding Ning said yes, because we only need to destroy it, but we don't have to get it." Qianmeng replied quickly: "And he also said that Bai Shanshui must have thought clearly what he could think clearly, so Bai Shanshui said that he would give this matter to her."

The business lady was stunned.

There is naturally a big difference between destruction and obtaining. However, for all practitioners who practice Yin gods and ghosts, they probably would not have thought that someone would not want to obtain such a treasure of cultivation and would be willing to destroy it.

"Since that's the case, there should be no problem." The merchant lady nodded, and her eyes fell on her and the two servants on both sides of Qian Tomb's body.

The two servants were dressed in strange clothes, their whole bodies were submerged in a heavy black robe, and even their faces were wrapped in black cloth, with some black aura flowing on the black cloth.

Her cultivation itself comes from the martial arts of the Great Qi Dynasty, so she knows very well that these two servants are not living people.

"Your sect actually has the means to control corpses as servants, and it can prevent the vitality from dissipating?" she couldn't help asking.

As far as she knows, it should be that even the legendary Twelve Witch Gods heads did not have such a despicable means.

"It cannot be completely dispersed. We need to use the vitality of Qianmeng Mountain to nourish it." Qianmeng looked at her and explained without hiding it.

Is it equivalent to using the natal energy to continuously maintain these corpses?

The business lady was stunned.

Because in the end, the vitality of the natal creatures was constantly depleted, and they were eaten by these corpses like food.

"Qianmeng Mountain itself is the natal object left to me by my master. If it can be turned into a more powerful means to help my master avenge, it is worth it." Qianmeng could see her confusion and continued: "Even if the master's natal object is not there, I still remember the martial arts he passed on to me. Even if I cannot break through the eight realms, as long as I pass it on, someone will eventually be able to surpass me now."
Chapter completed!