Chapter 1987： Liangui Jue

An invisible force radiated from the dead disciple of the Ten Thousand Ghosts and merged into Su Han's body.

Su Han was unaware of this, but he guessed it too. Killing a disciple of the Ten Thousand Ghosts will inevitably increase the time limit of the Mark of the Resentful Soul.

"Now we can talk about it."

Su Han looked at the three young men in black and smiled.

"What do you want to talk about."

The black-clothed youth looked complicated.

"Is there any way to erase the grievance mark on my body."

Su Han smiled lightly.

"We can't tell you this. If we tell you, the three of us will definitely die!"

The young man in black said solemnly.

The other two stared at Su Han, a sneer flashed deep in their eyes.

"You have two choices.

First, don't tell me, I will kill you all.

As for what will happen to me later, will I be caught by you all ghosts? It has nothing to do with you.

Second, you tell me that I will not kill you. Believe it or not, you can take a gamble. "

Su Han smiled.

The three of them stared at each other slightly, and their hearts gradually sank.

Su Han gave them a cup of tea to consider.

After a cup of tea.

The black-clothed youth said with a hoarse voice: "I can tell you how to dissolve the grievance mark, but apart from killing the three of us, we are not allowed to spread it out, otherwise we will be detected by the Ten Thousand Ghosts and executed. Door rules!"

"Deal."

Su Han smiled and nodded, "I won't cause trouble for myself, you should understand."

The three young men in black were silent for a few breaths, then slowly raised their palms, took out a dagger, and slashed on it.

Blood dripped from their palms on the table, and the three of them each drew a spell on it.

The next moment, the blood golden light flashed and turned into golden dust.

"These gold powder can be used to get rid of the Wraith Soul Mark, but its amount is only enough to get rid of the Wraith Soul Mark on your body at this moment. If you kill us again, you won't have enough gold powder."

The young man in black said solemnly.

Seeing this, Su Han walked slowly to the three of them, looking down at the golden powder:

"how to use?"

"Just sprinkle it on the body."

The young man in black said.

"If I sprinkle it on my body, how do I know if it works?"

Su Han said with a smile but a smile.

"You will see."

The black-clothed youth looked complicated.

Su Han picked up the gold powder and sprinkled it on his body. The next moment, he felt a breath being gradually peeled off from his body, and then turned into a black mist, streaming out from his seven orifices!

This black air current dissipated in front of Su Han, as if he could still hear an unwilling roar.

"Your tactics of the Ten Thousand Ghosts are really weird, um, at least in this great world of heavens, it is beyond defense."

Su Han sighed, "Hand over your ghost refining tower."

"Ok?"

The three were shocked.

"You don't think that I will let you take it away?"

Su Han said with a surprised expression.

After a few breaths.

The three young men in black took out the ghost refining tower with a look of unwillingness, and Su Han took the ghost refining tower that had died, too.

A total of four.

"What grade are they."

Su Han smiled lightly.

"Up on the weapon, my ghost tower has seven heavenly inscriptions."

The young man in black said coldly.

"Get on the weapon, five ways."

"Get on the weapon, four ways."

"His piece is also a weapon, Wudao."

"They are all weapons, not bad."

Su Han smiled and nodded.

Judging from the situation in which he forged the mask of deceiving the sky, let alone the weapon, even if it is a weapon, it is very expensive for Su Han. The most common heavenly inscriptions are three thousand gods.

This high probability is because the system has been suppressed by the heavens of this world, and a greater price is needed to achieve the goal.

"How many Yun Dao Dan can you change for such a ghost tower?"

Su Han said with a smile but a smile.

"You want to exchange it for Yun Dao Pill? This is a weapon! There are ghost soldiers in it that we have cultivated with blood for many years!"

The black-clothed youth said angrily: "Even if you give me twenty Yundao Pills, I won't change it!"

Oh, about twenty or so, the rest should be less.

Calculated at the price of one Yundao Pill of ten thousand gods, these weapons are equivalent to Su Hanping's profit of seven or eight hundred thousand gods.

It is much easier to obtain seventy or eighty Yundao Pills than seven to eight hundred thousand **** sources, while the latter is very difficult for the time being.

"How to make them recognize the master?"

Su Han continued to ask.

"You, what do you want to do? You are not a disciple of our Ten Thousand Ghosts, the ghost refining tower has no effect at all in your hands.

We have a special method, and only by using blood and essence can we nurture the ghost soldiers. Without the method, you can't control the ghost soldiers, and it's useless to raise them. "

The young man in black said solemnly.

"Then you just hand over the law to me."

Su Han smiled lightly.

The other two Wanguimen disciples stared at the black-clothed youth, why should they remind each other?

"I……"

The black-clothed youth stammered at Su Han: "You, it's useless for you to use the method. You are not a disciple of the Ten Thousand Ghosts. If you use this method outside and reach the ears of the Ten Thousand Ghosts, it is not The Yi tribe are the Yi nine tribe..."

"You don't need to take care of other things. Even if I get caught anyway, I won't tell them that the three of you gave it to me."

Su Han smiled lightly and said, "One person does the job, the other person, let's just take it, I took the things, you leave soon."

After half an hour.

The method of raising ghosts of the Wanguimen is actually simple. This is also the practice method of the black-clothed youths, called "Lianguijie".

As long as you use your essence and blood to nourish the ghost soldiers and run the refining exercises, you can achieve the effect of controlling the ghost soldiers.

If things go on like this, the ghost soldier will act like an arm, letting it go east and not west.

After Su Han knocked out the three of them, he left the restaurant grandiosely.

But not far, I saw Xuanye surrounded by a group of people.

Su Han thought he was a member of the Ten Thousand Ghosts, but when he saw it, it turned out not to be, but just a group of young people.

"What are you doing to stop me."

Xuan Ye frowned.

"You are Xuanye, I remember you, how did you get the wound on your face, when you were young, you were the most popular among girls among us, how come you have become so ugly now."

A teenager laughed.

"Do you remember me? Did we know each other when we were young?"

Xuan Ye was slightly startled.

"Don't you remember me? I'm Zhou Sheng. You were beaten and cried back by me every time you were a kid. Don't you remember? Are the scars on your face that broke your brain."

The boy laughed.

There was a burst of laughter all around.

Xuan Ye frowned and was about to leave, but when the others saw this, they immediately pushed forward to prevent him from leaving.

"I haven’t seen you for so many years. Why did you leave when you saw me? You should know about your cousin who was beaten to death by me some time ago. Don’t worry, I won’t beat you to death. Let you leave." Zhou Sheng opened his hips with a smile and said.