C3 Evil Ghost Snatching Corpse Finished

Ye Shaohua stretched out his hand and grabbed the wild ghost in the air. Although the wild ghost was pinched hard, it still laughed contemptuously.

"Haha... Ye... Shaohua, you really think you are... what is this... Martial Tomb Saint... No one in this world respects you... No one respects you... You are just a poor man who is not even qualified to step into the holy altar! You call yourself a saint... Bah! How shameless... You are not worthy to be a Saint Master..."

"So... Even a wild ghost like you don't take me seriously, right? You even stole my body so naturally..."

Ye Shaohua lowered his head, and couldn't see the expression on his face. His hand gradually loosened, and the wild ghost fell to the ground.

The corpse wasn't cold yet. There wasn't even a person who was going to be buried. Heavenly Sovereign Wu Ling wasn't as glorious as he had imagined.

"Get lost! Don't let me see you again next time."

The wild ghost looked at Ye Shaohua tentatively and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. The sound of branches being crushed could be heard from the ground. Old Liu rubbed the back of his head in pain and stood up. When he saw Ye Shaohua, his eyes widened in shock.

Ye Shaohua smiled at the old uncle. This was probably the first time in his life that he smiled so friendly.

"Old uncle, I'm afraid my body cannot be buried..."

"Wah! Wah! Ghost! "

The old man was so scared that he ran away quickly. Ye Shaohua sighed and raised his hand to gently touch the cold stone tablet. He stared at the three circles on the stone tablet and was lost in thought.

So what if he was in a high position? So what if he was a Heavenly Sovereign? In the end, it was all in vain, and he still had the Ghost Seal. He was a monster that had been disdained by the world. Well, it was easy for him to die. He looked at the cold corpse on the ground, his eyes showing a rare sadness.

It was fine to burn a mortal body, so as to avoid those with ulterior motives from causing trouble with his corpse. However, what surprised Ye Shaohua was that after his death, his body did not rot, and his spiritual energy was abundant.

He guessed that someone must have poured a large amount of spiritual energy into his body after his death, but why did that person do that? And what was the purpose of that action? Ye Shaohua still didn't know about all of this.

His spiritual root had been cut off and his ghost seal had been sealed. He was now just an ordinary wandering ghost. A random little priest could scatter his soul with just a talisman. With his current strength, he wouldn't be able to burn his own corpse, but he would definitely think of a way.

Huala huala...

A heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky. The weather really changed. Ye Shaohua blew a gust of ghost wind at the corpse, blew the corpse back to the grave, and buried it again. He covered the ground tightly and set up a barrier. He did not hide from the rain. He just leaned against the grave and covered his eyes with one hand.

The cold rain drenched his entire body. At this moment, he really hoped that everything was just a dream. His surroundings sank into darkness, and gradually became bright again.

In the picture, beside the pond where the green lotus bloomed, there was an old man and a young man. The old man's hair was white, but his body was straight like a lotus in the pond. He was wearing a light blue robe. The beard on his chin was very long and looked very light.

The young man had yellow hair that was about seven or eight years old. He already had a wisdom root and there was cinnabar between his eyebrows. He was dressed in a green shirt. He was thin and tender.

The two of them practiced with their swords, and the less they shouted, the more tired they were. The old man stopped and lightly knocked on his head.

"You call me tired just like that? He did not practice much. " You'll be tired in the future. "

The child tugged at the corner of the old man's clothes, "Master, senior brothers and junior brothers have all gone to see Heavenly Sovereign Wu Ling enter the Sacred Altar. I want to see him too!"

The old man smiled kindly and squatted down to touch the child's round head. He looked into the distance and said meaningfully,

"It will be yours sooner or later. Why do you still want to see it? Cultivate well. When the time comes, it will be them who will come to see you. "

The child blinked his big, puzzled eyes as he looked at the old man.

"Master, can I also become a Heavenly Sovereign of the Martial Tomb?"

The old man patted the child's shoulder and said to him as if he was making a promise.

"Of course you can."