Chapter 397 Qianxie Dual Swords

The shadows were erratic, but they could still roughly see what they looked like in life.

The man is handsome and unrestrained, and the woman is as beautiful as a flower.

As soon as the two shadows appeared, they hurriedly rushed to another altar.

The two people's eyes coincided with each other, and they immediately locked on a petite figure on the altar.

It wasn't someone else, but Feng Fei's figure.

Obviously, these two people are Feng Fei's parents, Feng Wuren and Luoying.

Although their bodies have been destroyed, their souls were sealed between these two flying swords by Song Mingyang using a special secret method, as resentful spirits.

Looking at their daughter's figure in the distance, even though she has become a resentful spirit, the two of them are still anxious, unable to hide their love and worry for their daughter.

However, before the two figures had rushed far, a crashing sound was heard, and the shadows of four chains immediately appeared on their arms and legs.

One end of the chain connected the two people, and the other end was submerged in two different flying swords.

The moment the chain appeared, the two men's bodies came to an abrupt halt. No matter how hard they tried, they could not break free from the shackles of the chain.

The next second, the two looked at each other and looked at Song Mingyang in the middle.

The two men spewed gloomy evil energy from their mouths, their eyes were as cold as ice, and their eyes were ignited with overwhelming anger.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Why...do you want to kill me?"

"What a pity...can you two do it alone?"

Facing the looks cast by the two shadows, Song Mingyang sneered, not hiding the disdain and contempt in his eyes.

While speaking, he suddenly and quickly kneaded the secrets in his hands.

Suddenly, the black flames on the surface of the altar suddenly rose up and engulfed the two shadows.

In the firelight, two phantoms struggled painfully and let out shrill screams.

At this time, Feng Renren and Luoying were

It is a resentful spirit in the state of soul body. And this yin fire, although it is evil fire, is aimed at the soul body.

After a while, the two phantoms became extremely weak, their souls were scattered, and they looked like they might collapse at any time.

However, Song Mingyang deliberately sealed the two souls into the sword, so it was naturally impossible for them to dissipate so easily.

After some punishment, Song Mingyang clenched his fists as he looked at the two weak figures.

"Very good. Seeing that you guys really hate me like this, it doesn't matter. Just hate me. They're just two dead people. Do I care?"

"Feng Renren, you are just a bitch from the countryside, why do you dare to show off in front of me!"

"And you... Luo Ying. I'm in vain for my infatuation with you. It's okay if you don't like me, but it's not good for you to marry someone, so you married this bastard. I really don't understand what he is better than I'm good!!!"

"But it doesn't matter. Anyone who dares to offend me in this world will die."

Song Mingyang said loudly, looking particularly crazy.

Facing Song Mingyang's shouting and scolding, both Feng Wuren and Luo Ying tried their best to control the anger in their hearts.

If it weren't for Song Mingyang's conspiracy, how could he and his wife be in this situation.

But in the current situation, not only are the two controlled by others, but their own daughter is also controlled by the other party.

The naked reality forced the two of them to surrender.

Feng Renren clenched his fists, a look of humiliation quickly appeared on his face.

Soon, he controlled his emotions and made a hoarse voice towards Song Mingyang.

"Brother Song, if you had

If you offended me, I apologize to you. "

"But all the mistakes are my fault. You can deal with me however you want. Please...please let my daughter go."

"She is still young, and she is just a mortal."

A faint voice sounded, echoing throughout the altar.

Seeing Feng Renren like this, even though he had become a resentful spirit, Luo Ying was still heartbroken.

She closed her eyes tightly, and a drop of liquid like tears slipped quietly from the corner of her eyes.

Feng Renren is an upright, kind-hearted and upright person. No matter how much hardship he encounters, he never bows his head.

And this... was exactly what attracted her attention.

But now, he had to bow his head.

At this moment, Feng Renren was filled with grief. As a wife, she could fully understand it.

In the middle, listening to the voice coming from his ears, the crazy expression on Song Mingyang's face disappeared, and he immediately burst out laughing wildly.

"Hahaha... beg me? Feng Renren, are you... finally willing to bow your head?"

"Unfortunately, it's too late."

"Open your dog eyes and let me see clearly. Your daughter and everyone in your Xiaohe Village must die! But... don't worry, I won't let them die so easily."

"Oh... By the way, there is also your old father at that age. He has died a long time ago. His death was so miserable! Tsk tsk..."

Song Mingyang looked proud. After saying this, he suddenly circulated the true energy in his body and chanted a mantra.

Immediately afterwards, on another altar, the will-o'-wisps became more and more raging.

The people in Xiaohe Village above the altar suddenly let out even more miserable screams.

The pain that penetrates deep into the soul is simply beyond what mortals like them can bear, but unfortunately, the will-o'-the-wisp

Under the burning, no one could even fall into coma.

The shrill screams spread in all directions, and just the sound of them made one's teeth ache.

Hearing the screams coming from his ears, Feng Wuren's body trembled wildly.

His daughter was tortured, and the villagers were also implicated by him.

The old father died tragically.

These people are all closely related to him, and they are all caused by him to become like this.

But he couldn't do anything, he was powerless!

At this moment, Feng Ren's reason and emotions reached the critical point of collapse.

At this moment, a large amount of dark blue mist sprayed out from the flying sword. The thick billowing mist contained countless evil thoughts and resentments.

As soon as these thick fogs containing resentment touched the soul body of Feng Wu, they were quickly absorbed into Feng Wu's body like a river flowing into the sea.

More and more resentments were absorbed, and Feng Ruinu's soul, which was about to disperse, quickly became solidified, surrounded by a sinister and evil aura, and its aura continued to rise.

At the same time, his appearance became ferocious, a low roar came from his throat, his eyes were blurred, and his consciousness and rationality quickly disappeared.

"No one...no one..."

On the other side, Luo Ying saw this and shouted hurriedly, making the same hoarse voice.

But no matter how she shouted, there was no response from Feng Renren, and his cold eyes no longer contained any emotion.

"Hahaha, be angry, continue to be angry! In three days, and at most three more days, when the emotions between you two are completely gone, my Thousand Evil Sword will be forged."

"Luoying, can you remain indifferent to your daughter's torture?"

As Song Mingyang said this, he turned to look at Luo Ying and asked with a sneer.