Wu Yue took the sachet, took out a white jade bottle, and handed it to Mu Feng.
"Go and extract the blood from her heart. One drop is enough." Mu Feng glanced at Wu Yue and said.
"I'm going? She's a woman!" Wu Yue shouted, trying to take off Luo Wanqing's clothes!
"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. If you have no evil thoughts in your heart, it doesn't matter whether you are a man or a woman." Mu Feng taught earnestly.
"Well, you are a saint and you have no evil thoughts in your heart. You can go ahead by yourself." Wu Yue took up his hands and leaned against the tree, as if you had nothing to do with me.
"I'm old, my hands are trembling, and my eyesight is hard to use. If I make a mistake, I'll lose my life!" Mu Feng was so angry that his beard stood straight up.
When Luo Wanqing heard the two arguing, her face turned green and red: "I'll take it myself!"
Wu Yue smiled and gave her a silver needle: "You should have said it earlier."
He untied Luo Wanqing, then surrounded her, and then all the men turned around to avoid her.
Luo Wanqing took the silver needle angrily and untied her clothes. There were several scarred stab wounds on her heart. The silver needle pierced her heart and bright red blood flowed out.
"Are you ready?" Wu Yue urged.
"Okay." Luo Wanqing's face was pale and full of hatred. All this was thanks to Hanyue Qiongying!
There was a drop of blood on the silver needle. Wu Yue took the silver needle and gave it to Mu Feng.
Mu Feng opened the bottle and dripped blood into it. A flame was created and he threw the bottle into the flame, making a sizzling sound.
The undead soul that was originally unable to move was trembling all over and its face was distorted, as if it was suffering from great pain.
Luo Wanqing looked at the undead in horror, why is this happening?
About a quarter of an hour later, the undead fell to the ground, his body stiff, as if he had been dead for a long time.
To truly kill the undead, one must annihilate their souls so that they will die completely.
If you only kill their physical bodies, their souls will attach themselves to new bodies and become new undead souls as long as they meet a suitable and powerful body.
"The undead are dead, can you let us go?" Luo Wanqing begged, but she was extremely unwilling in her heart.
The undead that took many years to create was easily destroyed, and it even destroyed her heart.
"Of course...not yet." Wu Yue gave up.
"Are you going to retaliate?" Luo Wanqing said angrily. I heard that Mu Feng was very prestigious and highly respected, but I didn't expect that his reputation was just in vain!
"No." Mu Feng glared at Wu Yue angrily.
"I said it's not possible yet, just wait a moment. How do I know if you will make undead after you go back to East Vietnam?" Wu Yue smiled harmlessly.
"No, never, I don't know how to create the forbidden arts of the undead. All of this is controlled by the Dongyue royal family." Luo Wanqing said quickly.
"Yes, I know, but those who control the undead must have strong enough phantom power and suitable pure yin blood. Miss Luo, your blood is unique and the most suitable for feeding the undead."
When Wu Yue said this, she looked at Luo Wanqing thoughtfully.
"What do you want?" Luo Wanqing panicked. They were going to kill her...
"In order to prevent the East Yue royal family from using your blood to create undead, I will either kill you or destroy your cultivation. But I will destroy your cultivation. Miss Luo, your talent is amazing, and I am afraid.
You will practice again." Wu Yue said with a troubled face.
"No, I will not control the undead anymore, and you can kill the undead. The East Yue royal family will never dare to create the undead again." Luo Wanqing was horrified, and her more than ten years of cultivation were abolished. This was like killing her.