Chapter 1343: Self-Confession 3

With Murong Yafeng's strength, if it weren't for Ye Qinghuan's relationship, he would have killed all the people of Mujiabao at this moment!

However, if that is the case, he will really become a devil in the four countries, and the account of Mu Qingmiao's death will really be counted on his Murong Yafeng's head.

Murong Yafeng knew very well in his heart that Mu Qingmao was not killed by him - the more he fused with the Ice Spirit at this moment, the more he could sense the truth of the matter.

However, Murong Yafeng felt that it was very difficult, and he could not successfully merge with the Ice Spirit, because it had become a sea of fire, and the temperature was too high for the Ice Spirit to completely merge with his body.

After a while, Murong Yafeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took the time to shake out an icy cold enchantment, sealing all the people in Mujiabao within the enchantment, and finally getting rid of the threat of attack from everyone in Mujiabao.

Then, he took a breath and flew away from the fire.

He wanted to take Ye Qinghuan out of here together, and then find a cold enough place to continue the fusion.

However, it backfired - he had just swept into the air where Ye Qinghuan was, and he fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassed posture.

"Ah......" Murong Yafeng raised his neck, which was as white as jade, and the green tendons between his neck were straight up, and blood was everywhere.

He looked in pain, and his face and voice revealed that he was in great pain.

The blood-colored mist that had been wrapped around his wrist to suck blood was now wrapped around his entire body, as if he was performing some kind of ritual that could not be delayed any longer.

Ye Qinghuan was within the enchantment, looking at this scene in shock, and suddenly a word flashed in his mind: Seize the house!

She hadn't seen any scenes of snatching away, but when she was in the ancient realm, she had seen some very ancient cultivation knowledge from ancient books, and she knew that there was an evil kung fu a long, long time ago, that is, 'snatching away'.

One person's soul can enter another person's body and take that person's body!

Of course, this requires great strength, and it must have the right time, place, and three major elements, which are generally difficult to achieve.

But she felt that there was no need to think about any difficulty at this moment, because Murong Yafeng's body was the spirit of ice that had been condensed at the entrance and exit of the ancient realm for thousands of years!

It was a thing that had already become a spirit, since it had found Murong Yafeng as a host, didn't it want to control Murong Yafeng's body and become the master of the body?

Ye Qinghuan thought of the seriousness of the matter, and immediately shouted at Murong Yafeng: "Yafeng! Don't let the Spirit of Ice take your place! Get it out! ”

She deeply suspected that once the Ice Spirit succeeded in seizing it, her younger brother Murong Yafeng would no longer exist in this world.

In its place, it will be Murong Yafeng who has become the Spirit of Ice......

Murong Yafeng rolled on the ground in pain, his entire body as if it was about to be torn apart, but he still listened to Ye Qinghuan's words in his ears.

"Sister......" He opened his eyes wet with sweat, looked at Ye Qinghuan who looked anxious, and a warm current suddenly surged in his heart.

Without knowing where the strength came from, he suddenly stood up with a carp turning over, and instantly sat down with his knees crossed, his hands raised, and endured the pain to contend with the ice spirit in his body that wanted to take his body.

Those ice qi, Murong Yafeng himself can manipulate, at this moment, the ice spirit probably didn't think that he could fight back, and he was forced to retreat to the corner of his body for a while.