As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

"Hongyu, Zhang Qingxue, go and break the white spirit shields emitted by those two defensive magic weapons!"

Fang Han pointed at the "red maple umbrella" floating above the heads of Ye Qingye and Ye Qingye, and gave instructions to the two women beside him.

"As you command, Master!"

The two ruby ​​ghosts turned into two black smoke and drifted away along the direction Fang Han pointed to.

Hiding in the red maple umbrella, Ye Qingye and Ye Qingyu looked at the black fog that made them unable to see their fingers, their expressions were very ugly.

They had just tried to use their spiritual consciousness to explore the situation on Fang Han's side, but they found that after their spiritual consciousness left three feet around the body, everything in front became pitch black and they could not move forward at all.

"Brother Qingye clan, what should we do if Fang Han creates this weird black mist?"

When Fang Han took out the black flag, Ye Qingyu had a bad feeling in his heart.

"What are you afraid of? He is only at the seventh level of Qi Refining. Under the devouring power of this bloody light curtain, he has no ability at all..."

Before Ye Qingye finished speaking, he felt that the red maple umbrella connected to his consciousness was being violently attacked.

Just now, because the black mist spread too quickly, Ye Qingye and the others did not notice the existence of the two ruby ​​ghosts.

Above Ye Qingye, Hongyu and Zhang Qingxue were frantically tearing at the white light shield emitted by the red maple umbrella with their ghost claws.

Because the two red jade ghosts themselves have no body, the blood-colored light curtain naturally generates the power to swallow the essence and blood, which is ineffective against them.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, please stop it. It won't do you any good if the two of us die!"

Ye Qingye saw that the white spirit shield inspired by the red maple umbrella around him began to shake. Knowing that he could not hold on for much longer, he hurriedly shouted to Fang Han.

"Don't worry about me, fellow Daoist Ye Lao, you should worry about yourselves!"

Fang Han's joking words reached the ears of Ye Qingye and Ye Qingye, who was so angry that he flew into a rage, while Ye Qingyu on the side had a face full of despair!

Ye Qingye originally thought that after Fang Han heard what he said, he would not dare to break the defensive spirit shield. If he did, then Fang Han would have to face Teng Dali alone.

But he never expected that Fang Han was not afraid at all!

After half a stick of incense, the two red jade ghosts tore at each other frantically, and the red maple umbrella suspended above Ye Qingye's head became shaky, and the sparkling formation patterns on the umbrella surface became dim.

Hong Yu and Zhang Qingxue tore at the white light curtain one after another like ghost claws tirelessly.

Hong Yu saw the red maple umbrella becoming shaky, and her eyes shone with red light.

She gathered the Yin Qi from all over her body on the ghost claw of her right hand. After absorbing the Yin Qi, the ghost in her right hand instantly became as solid as a normal human palm. The difference was that it looked strangely pale compared to a normal palm.

"break!"

Hong Yu gave a sweet shout, and five pointed cones made of condensed Yin Qi grew from the five fingers of her right hand, stabbing at the white light shield with terrifying power.

Just a stabbing sound was heard, and five pointed cones condensed from Yin Qi were inserted into the white light shield like a broken bamboo.

Hongyu had an idea, and inserted the white light shield into a pointed cone that suddenly exploded with a "touch" sound. The red maple umbrella, which had already dimmed its aura, fell to the ground instantly after withstanding the explosion.

The white spiritual shields around Ye Qingye disappeared the moment the red maple umbrella fell.

As soon as the white mask disappeared, the essence and blood in Ye Qingye and Ye Qingyu's bodies began to flow out crazily.

"No, no!"

"I am a descendant of the Ye Clan in Chiyun Ridge. With my three spiritual root qualifications, and with the help of three Foundation Establishment Pills, I will definitely be able to achieve Foundation Establishment. I am not willing to die here, I am not willing to do so!"

Ye Qingye roared like a wild beast. Without the defensive light shield, his body was visibly shriveled up. That was a sign of excessive loss of essence and blood!

"Hongyu, the ghosts of these two will be rewarded to you!"

Fang Han saw that Ye Qingye and the two had no strength to resist and said to Hongyu.

"Thank you, Master!"

After hearing this, Hongyu bowed to Fang Han, ignoring the weakness caused by the previous exertion of yin energy.

When Zhang Qingxue was stunned and turned into a black smoke and reappeared, she was already in front of the dying Ye Qingye and Ye Qingyu.

Hongyu looked at the two of them and couldn't help but stick out her tongue and lick the corner of her mouth. Her left and right hands simultaneously grabbed the two Tianling Gai of Ye Qingye who had no power to resist.

The palm formed by the condensed Yin Qi smoothly penetrated into the two bodies, and with a strong tug, the ghosts of Ye Qingye and Ye Qingyu were pulled out of their heavenly spirit caps.

The two ghosts were still a little dazed when they first came out, but when they saw their bodies that had turned into mummies, they immediately reacted and began to struggle desperately on the ruby ​​ghost claws.

Hongyu looked at the struggling ghosts of Ye Qingye and Ye Qingye in her hands and took a bite.

"what!"

Ye Qingye's ghost let out a scream, and half of his head was torn off by Hong Yu.

Ye Qingyu, who was standing aside, saw half of Ye Qingye's head bitten off, and was frightened and struggled even more violently.

"This ghost fairy, please let me go!"

"I don't want to lose my mind, woo woo woo!"

Ye Qingyu cried and begged Hongyu for mercy, but Hongyu ignored him at all, and instead focused on gnawing at Ye Qingye's ghost.

Ten breaths later, the Yin Qi in Ye Qingye's body held by the red jade ghost claws was swallowed up and emptied out. As his soul dissipated between heaven and earth, there was no chance of reincarnation, and he immediately disappeared.

“So delicious!“

After Hong Yu swallowed Ye Qingye's ghost, a satisfied smile appeared on her face. At the same time, her cultivation level also broke through from the early stage of the eleventh level of Qi refining to the late stage of the eleventh level of Qi refining.

"Master, can you give the ghost of another person to Qingxue?"

Zhang Qingxue looked at Ye Qingyu in Hongyu's hand with longing in her eyes, and looked forward to Fang Han.

"Little bitch!"

"These two ghosts were given to me by the master, and you deserve to get involved!"

Before Fang Han could speak, Hongyu stared at Zhang Qingxue with a frosty face like a tigress guarding her food.

"stop!"

"Stop arguing. I told Yinhun to return to Hongyu this time. Do you want me to say it a second time?"

Fang Han's face turned cold, and Zhang Qingxue was immediately frightened and lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

Seeing this, Hongyu showed a proud smile, then looked at Ye Qingyu in his hand and took a bite of it, absorbing all the yin energy in his body.

I saw that Hong Yu's momentum surged instantly, peaking at the late eleventh level of Qi refining, and then slowly stopped at the early stage of the twelfth level of Qi refining.

"Owner!"

After Hongyu broke through, she came to Fang Han and bowed Yingying.

"Well, go back!"

Fang Han pinched Hongyu's pretty face with his hands. Hongyu's face, which was already pale, instantly became even paler, and then turned into a black smoke and penetrated into the Soul-Eating Banner.

Glancing at Zhang Qingxue again, Zhang Qingxue saw that Fang Han seemed to be interested in returning to the Soul-Eating Banner.

"Can ghosts be shy too?"

Fang Han put away the Soul-Eating Flag and murmured.

Just as he put away the Soul-Eating Banner, the black mist floating in the blood-colored light curtain gradually dispersed.

Teng Dali paced back and forth outside the bloody light curtain like an ant on a hot pot.

Suddenly, Teng Dali noticed that the black fog began to dissipate. Seeing this, he eagerly looked inside the bloody light curtain to see what was going on!

The black fog cleared, and Teng Dali could clearly see the situation inside the bloody light curtain.

"Brothers from the Ye family, how come they were refined into blood elixirs so quickly? Why doesn't that boy Fang Han change at all?"

Teng Dali was full of doubts, but when he saw the storage bag on the waist of Ye Qingye's mummy, a proud smile appeared on his lips.