Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 1723 The spirit behind the little celestial master (70)

  The gate of ghosts was closed, Yu Moqian stretched out his fingertips, and the pen began to become unreal.

  He touched the pen with his fingertips, closed his eyes and said softly, "Solution."

  He actually didn't want to break the seal of the pen.

  Back then, the master uncle in charge wanted to get the lucky items from the gathering place of wronged souls.

   and was killed.

  He was later suppressed and attracted luck items while struggling.

  After he got the item, he realized that it was a big pit.

  Those ghosts rely on this thing to survive.

   And the more you live, the more powerful you become.

  The luck item, that is, the pen in his hand, absorbs the resentment of those ghosts to strengthen itself.

   This is a cyclic process.

  After he entered, in order to break this balance and weaken the souls of the ancient battlefield, he sealed most of the power of the pen.

  Luck items can transform into anything.

   He turned into a fountain pen for portability.

   After all, he just went to college back then, but he didn't get in after a few days.

  The pen in Yu Moqian's hand is not the body, the body pen is beside his body.

  He unlocked the seal of the pen, and the consequences can still be tolerated.

I guess so.

  Yu Moqian sighed, watching the pen change color, and the ink also turned red.

  The red ink is brighter than the blood of the ghost formation.

  His spiritual body began to collapse, the golden light of the mahogany sword pierced into his empty heart, and his soul was burned by the golden light.

   He watched his fingers start to spontaneously combust.

  Yu Moqian's eyes were a little tired, and blood-colored ink began to flow across his body.

  The ink that unlocks the seal will affect his sanity.

  Many ghosts do not have any IQ, only one kind of obsession exists.

  The ink that protected him will begin to corrupt his sanity.

   Corroded to the end, he is no different from the usual silly x ghosts.

   I don't know if I can still see Bai Weiwei.

J.

  Yu Moqian thought that if he turned into a real ghost, he might frighten her.

  She is so afraid of ghosts, seeing him become a ghost of a fool.

  Maybe not so fond of him.

  Yu Moqian glanced at the wronged soul under his feet, and there were countless blood bubbles.

   Those resentments stung his body, and the speed of his body's spontaneous combustion began to slow down under the suppression of the ink.

  Red ink began to fall from him, in drops at first.

   Then it is line by line, and finally more and more ink, just like a small river flowing.

   It flowed directly from his body to the ground, merging with the blood.

  The innocent souls began to freeze, as if they were bound by something.

  Yu Moqian looked at those wronged souls with blood-red eyes, raised his hand and spread his fingers.

  Fingertips drop countless curves drawn with ink.

   At the end of countless lines are the heads of those innocent souls.

  The wronged soul began to become an entity.

   are those bodies drawn in red ink.

  Yu Moqian drew the bodies of hundreds of ghosts, and with the bodies of ghosts, they can leave the ghost formation.

   And the thread in his hand can control those dead ghosts.

  Actually, he doesn't like this method, because it's too hurtful.

  Manipulate unjust souls, put yourself above all ghosts, and your debts will increase.

   It will also consume the soul and body.

   The mahogany sword on Yu Moqian's chest pierced through his chest, bit by bit crushing the red ink.

  But he seemed to be unconscious, raising his hand to control the ghosts to move forward.

  Yu Moqian saw Yu Sanqian who was outside the formation.

  Yu Sanqian's face was extremely indifferent. When he saw the ghost turned into a corpse, his eyes trembled.

  (end of this chapter)