After rebirth, the Xuanmen Patriarch was forced to be deified

How strong is the lethality of ghost cultivators?

Look at Pei Yinan, who is currently being recruited, and Yan Xiyu, who is not far away, his face is pale, and Yan Xiyu, who is lingering in his brows, knows it.

The ability of those ghost cultivators is enough to make warriors in the innate realm helpless.

The cold and evil spirit on them is the biggest weapon.

Qiao Luoyan pushed Pei Yinan to sit on the edge of the bed, and tapped his round fingertips on the center of his brows, drawing out the evil spirit lingering in the other's body.

In fact, these evil spirits can also be directly destroyed by spiritual power.

It's just that the carrier of the evil spirit will be greatly affected. The evil spirit will remain in the body and it will take a long time to dissipate.

Pei Yinan raised his eyes and saw that Qiao Luoyan's face was still faintly pale.

He asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Joe, what are you doing?"

Qiao Luoyan's red lips fluttered, and she said in a cold voice: "Those dead souls leave a cold and evil spirit in your body. If you just sit back and ignore them, they will seriously affect your life safety and fate."

She transferred the evil spirit drawn from Pei Yinan's body to herself, and fixed it on her right arm.

The piercing coldness made her feel extremely cold, as if she was lying naked in the snow.

Qiao Luoyan pressed his left hand on his right arm, which was filled with evil mist.

She gritted her teeth tightly and drew a symbol with her sword.

The talisman was completed, golden light flashed, and the evil spirit wrapped around his right arm dissipated the moment the talisman wrapped it.

After doing all this, Qiao Luoyan looked back at Yan Xiyu standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Brother, come here."

Her current body is very weak, and she is too lazy to take a step.

Yan Xiyu walked up to Qiao Luoyan, saw her delicate and pale face, and said to her, "Don't worry about me, I'll go find my father."

Qiao Luoyan did not give him a chance to refuse, and raised her hand to press on the center of his brow.

Just like the operation on Pei Yinan before, the evil spirit in Yan Xiyu's body was extracted.

Qiao Luoyan, who once again used his own spiritual power and mind to draw the dispelling evil talisman, began to shake.

She held on and got rid of the evil spirit transferred from Yan Xiyu's body.

Pei Yinan got up and took her into his arms, and said in a gentle voice, "Qiao Er, are you okay?"

Qiao Luoyan leaned in his arms, and said in a weak voice, "It's not very good, very tired, very sleepy."

She recovered some of the strength she had exhausted before, and this time it was exhausted again.

This time, I really didn't have the slightest strength at all.

In Pei Yinan's stern eyes, there was self-blame and cherish.

He hugged Qiao Luoyan tightly, laid her flat on the bed, stroked her pale cheeks, and said softly: "You rest first, I'll let someone come in to accompany you."

Qiao Luoyan held his hand in Xuxu, frowned and asked: "What are you going to do?"

Pei Yinan's face darkened, his eyes were cold, and his cold voice was full of cold murderous intent: "Check! I want to see who is behind the scenes."

Qiao Luoyan said softly: "There's no need to check, it's Bazin, those dead souls have his aura on them."

Her tone was weak and determined, and a cool killing intent flashed across her pitch-black eyes.

This is the third time she has played against Bazin.

Every time they fight, the opponent will bring her a strong sense of crisis.

Standing by the bed, Yan Xiyu's expression sank slightly when he heard the two mention Bazin.

He said coldly: "Bazin has already escaped, that guy is evil, keeping him is a disaster, I have already notified the Sitian Bureau to pursue and kill him."

Qiao Luoyan lowered her eyes and did not make a sound.

She was wondering if the Siamese ghost land had anything to do with Master Bazin.

The base camp of the ghost domain is in Siam, and the king of the ghost domain is a monk named Asaratad.

And Master Bazan is also a bald head monk from Huoyun Ama Temple.

Seeing Qiao Luoyan's eyebrows tightly frowned, Pei Yinan's pained and pensive expression on that pale and pitiful face made him feel very distressed.

He squeezed Qiao Luoyan's hand, and said softly, "Qiao Er, don't think about it, the most important thing you should do now is to take a good rest and sleep."

Qiao Luoyan raised her eyes and fell into Pei Yinan's deep, gentle eyes full of distress and pity.

There was a faint curve on the corner of her lips, and her voice was as cold as ever: "I can still hold on."

She had to figure out whether there was any relationship between Bazin and Huang Quan.

The few ghost cultivators who appeared tonight made her feel a little bad.

Qiao Luoyan's cold eyes scanned Pei Yinan and Yan Xiyu.

She asked calmly, "Have you heard of Assalatad?"

Pei Yinan's expression was blank, Yan Xiyu's expression was gloomy, and his whole body released a cold killing intent.

"What's going on here?"

A calm and majestic voice sounded from the door.

Yan Ziang and Lin Su walked in with solemn expressions, looking at the mess in the house.

"Father, mother—"

Seeing someone coming, Qiao Luoyan and Yan Xiyu shouted for him.

Pei Yinan, who was sitting by the bed, also nodded slightly to the Yan couple.

Yan Ziang and Lin Su saw their daughter lying on the bed, her palm-sized face was pale and her lips had lost all color.

The couple immediately rushed to the bed, both angry and distressed.

Lin Su pushed Pei Yinan away, sat beside Qiao Luoyan, held her little hand, and asked in a voice about to cry, "Luo Luo, what's wrong with you?"

Qiao Luoyan comforted her gently: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

Seeing that his daughter did not speak, Yan Ziang fixed his cold eyes on his son and ordered, "Say it!"

Yan Xiyu gave a low cough, and told the details of how he had just been entangled with several dead souls in black robes.

Yan Ziang heard that his daughter defined those people as dead souls, so he looked down at Qiao Luoyan.

The latter met his gaze and smiled slightly: "The Yan family knows Assalatad, right?"

When Yan Xiyu heard this person just now, his expression became very strange.

The hatred gushing out from the other party's body was clearly a deep hatred for Assalatad.

Yan Ziang's expression also became ugly, and the murderous intent bursting out of his eyes made people shudder.

Even Lin Su, who is as gentle as water, has changed his entire aura, and hatred flashed across those captivating eyes.

Yan Xuyan who came from outside the door, heard Qiao Luoyan's question, gritted his teeth and said: "Of course I know, that is the sworn enemy of the Yan family!"

Qiao Luoyan thought of the confrontation between the Yan family and the ancient military forces in the outer domain more than 20 years ago, and the tragic battle caused Yan Xuyan to lose his biological mother.

Yan Ziang walked to the bed, rubbed Qiao Luoyan's hair, and said softly: "Asaratad is the abbot of Huoyun Ama Temple, and also a prophet of Siam, very influential in their local area.

Bazan is the monk of Huoyun Ama Temple. It is said that he is the key cultivated person of Asaratad and the next abbot of Huoyun Ama Temple.

Bazin has become famous in Siam in recent years. After more than 20 years, they made a comeback again, and even refined the ghost cultivator. This time, they may be aggressive. "

Hearing about Bazin's relationship with Assalatad, Qiao Luoyan's facial expression was not too shocked.

That's what she thought.