The villain of quick wear

Chapter 649

For monks, the importance of spirit and soul is self-evident.

The soul is not only related to the improvement of the cultivation base and the breakthrough of the realm, but also to the reincarnation of the monks.

Wen Huayu made up his mind to do something to Song Qingshan's soul, which is comparable to killing his parents and seizing his wife and children.

Wen Huayu took out the spiritual treasure that restrained the monk's spirit, which was similar in shape to a brush, and the 360 ​​six spikes shone with a cold metal light, which made people shudder.

"Master, thousands of mistakes are all your fault. You forced me, and I have no choice but to do it."

The brush spirit treasure gently brushed Song Qingshan's soul from top to bottom, and Song Qingshan, who had been unresponsive until now, trembled suddenly.

Wen Huayu was overjoyed, brushing Song Qingshan's spirit back and forth dozens of times.

Brush Spirit Treasure is a treasure refined by Song Qingshan himself. It restrains the soul and has infinite power.

For someone else, being brushed lightly by the brush spirit treasure is enough to make the other party's soul fly away.

It was also Song Qingshan's advanced cultivation base and solidified spirit that allowed him to persist in brushing the Lingbao dozens of times.

"Master, Master, wake up quickly."

While brushing, Wen Huayu called Song Qingshan affectionately.

Song Qingshan couldn't bear the severe pain of being brushed, and his heavy eyelids slowly lifted.

"Master, Master, you finally woke up."

Wen Huayu had quick eyes and quick hands, and quickly put away the brush Lingbao.

"Master, I'm so scared!"

Wen Huayu threw herself into Song Qingshan's arms, crying out of breath.

Song Qingshan was knocked to the ground by Wen Huayu, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out.

Wen Huayu yelled, "Master, you have stained my clothes. These are the latest clothes from Tianxiu Pavilion, and they are worth thousands of gold."

Women love beauty, and Wen Huayu loves beauty more than other women.

Song Qingshan's mouthful of black blood stained Wen Huayu's clothes, she could barely restrain the urge to kill.

Song Qingshan's breathing was weak and his speech was weak, "When you leave the ghost tree secret realm, Master will take you to Tianxiu Pavilion and pay you a thousand or eight hundred pieces of clothes."

Wen Huayu smiled through tears, "It's settled, Master, you are not allowed to go back on your word."

Song Qingshan asked back, "When did Master lie to Huayu?"

"No, Master has never lied to me."

Wen Huayu smiled brightly, like the morning sun breaking through the dark clouds, and the sun was shining down on the world, gorgeous and beautiful.

Song Qingshan still wanted to say something, but his soul suddenly felt a sharp pain, like thousands of fine needles stuck in his head.

Shenhun's pain was unbearable, Song Qingshan rolled all over the floor in pain.

Wen Huayu hid aside, "Master, Master, what's wrong with you?"

After a while, Song Qingshan, relying on his extraordinary willpower and profound cultivation, temporarily suppressed the severe pain in his soul, and asked feebly, "Huayu, how did you wake me up?"

Wen Huayu's eyes flickered, "It's...that's... that, Master, I didn't do anything, so I won't go into details."

Song Qingshan frowned, dripping with cold sweat, his voice became a little colder, "Huayu, tell me the truth."

Wen Huayu bit her lips, and said aggrievedly, "Master, you have been in a coma for a long time, and the lonely ghosts outside are staring at me. I am afraid, so I tried everything to wake you up, Master, but those methods were ineffective, so... ...so I used the Brush Spirit Treasure you gave me, Master."

Song Qingshan looked around in a daze, "The brush spirit treasure, is that spirit treasure that restrains the soul?"

Wen Huayu nodded obediently, "It's the Brush Lingbao."

"How can you use the brush spirit treasure, the brush spirit treasure to the monk's soul...?"

Wen Huayu interrupted Song Qingshan excitedly, "Master, let me tell you, the brush spirit treasure you made for me is very useful. I gently brushed your soul dozens of times, and then you woke up."

Song Qingshan was trembling, "You brushed my soul dozens of times with the brush Lingbao?"

Wen Huayu looked innocent, "That's right, I just used the brush Lingbao to brush your soul dozens of times, Master."

(End of this chapter)