Chapter 315 White Jade Statue Yang Rongrong walked up to Yasha and squatted down on her put on a shark gauze glove on her right hand, then placed her palm on top of Yasha's head, bent her five fingers, and pierced through Yasha's crown fiercely. At this time, Yasha was still in a coma, but the severe pain still made his face distorted involuntarily and his body began to tremble. Her right hand searched through Crow Killer's sea of ​​consciousness and quickly found his soul, pulled it out and crushed it. For a person with a high level of cultivation like Yasha, even if you pierce his heart, cut his throat, or chop off his head, he will not necessarily die. He will always find a way to keep himself alive. If all else fails, he can even possess another body and be reborn. Only the primordial spirit is his lifeline. Once his soul is destroyed, there is no chance of survival for him. Without his soul, Yasha's face became old at a speed visible to the naked eye. His originally smooth skin suddenly became wrinkled, his hair turned pale, and his body became thin and hunched. In just a few moments, he changed from a young man who looked only in his twenties into an old man. This is his true face. Yang Rongrong pinched the old man's neck and applied a little force. He suddenly had difficulty breathing, his face turned purple, his hands and feet moved around, and his eyelids trembled wildly.

Driven by a strong desire to survive, he actually opened his eyes and woke up early! He already knew that his soul was destroyed, and at this moment he was just a weak old man, unable to protect himself. But he doesn't want to die. He grabbed Yang Rongrong's wrist and begged with difficulty, his voice hoarse and unpleasant. "Don't kill me! No matter what you want, I can give it to you, natural treasures, spiritual stones and secret manuals, even an army of bone puppets, and my secret method to improve my cultivation. As long as I have it, I can give it to you. I just ask you not to kill me." As a ghost immortal, he is the ghost cultivator with the highest cultivation level besides the Ghost Emperor, and he must have a lot of treasures hidden in his hands. If an ordinary cultivator heard this, he would certainly be moved. But Yang Rongrong seemed to be deaf to his words. She is greedy for money, but compared to money and magic weapons, she values ​​her own life more. Yasha is the Emperor's lackey, and their goal is to kill her. If she doesn't want to die, she must kill the other person first. There is no room for negotiation when it comes to life and death. Yang Rongrong exerted force directly, and with a crisp sound, Yasha's cervical vertebra was broken. He suddenly couldn't make any sound, his body froze and stopped moving, an expression of fear and despair frozen on his face. Until his death, he couldn't believe that he, as a ghost immortal, would die like this. He didn't even know the name of the female cultivator who killed him. Yang Rongrong stood up straight and looked at the white jade statue on the desk. She walked over, reached out and picked up the idol. At this moment, she was still wearing shark silk gloves, the surface of the gloves were stained with blood.

The blood stained the statue, making the originally pure and flawless statue dirty in an instant. Yang Rongrong lowered her eyes and looked at the statue in her hands. This statue is a handsome man wearing a Taoist robe and holding a sword. If you look closely at his face, you can vaguely see some of Feng Huaiyu's shadow. "Emperor, so this is what you look like." The white jade statue looked at her quietly, with a peaceful expression and a hint of compassion in its eyes. Yang Rongrong casually knocked the statue against the desk, making a crisp sound. She curled her lips and chuckled: "You don't really think I believe this is what you look like, do you? You deliberately made your face look like Feng Huaiyu, do you want me to doubt Feng Huaiyu's identity? No way, no way, you are an emperor, you wouldn't still use such cheap, childish and technically unskilled despicable means?" The white jade statue did not move at all, and its expression was still so peaceful. But Yang Rongrong could feel that the compassion in its eyes had disappeared, and its gaze now gave people a chilling and uncomfortable feeling. She laughed again: "Oh my, I was right." After saying this, she casually rubbed all the blood stains on her shark gauze gloves onto the statue, as if she was using the statue as a rag to wipe her hands. The statue seemed to have reached the point of being unable to endure it any longer and actually began to speak. "I didn't expect you to become like this." The voice sounded indistinguishable from that of a man or a woman, but it gave Yang Rongrong an inexplicable sense of familiarity. After a little thought, she remembered that when she was possessed, someone had kept repeating in her ear the importance of all living things in the world, trying to morally blackmail her and force her to sacrifice herself. The man's voice was exactly the same as the voice of the statue. Yang Rongrong was immediately amused: "I didn't expect that you, as an emperor, would be so shameless." The statue was deeply saddened: "I raised you in the hope that you could contribute to the world, but you actually abandoned the world for a man. You disappoint me so much." Yang Rongrong was tired of hearing such high-sounding words. What's more, she didn't believe what this guy said at all. She sneered, "Didn't you guys force me to death for a bullshit prophecy? How come now that you're saying it, it's like I abandoned the world for a man?" The statue said coldly: "You were born with the mission of protecting the common people. By sacrificing your life, you can save countless lives. This is your honor. You would not have refused this mission before, until you met Feng Huaiyu. It was he who made you selfish. If it weren't for him, you would not have escaped, and things would not have evolved to this point today." Yang Rongrong knocked the statue against the table again, her movements very casually. "Why can't I be selfish? You all have selfish desires, why can't I have any?" The statue said in a deep voice: "Everyone can be selfish, but you cannot be." This is extremely arrogant. Yang Rongrong should have been angry, but she looked thoughtful. "Interesting, why can't I be selfish? As long as I'm a human, it's impossible not to be selfish, unless I'm not a human at all. But if I'm not a human, then what am I?" Her words sounded incoherent and like nonsense.

But the statue knew that she was about to touch the truth. The statue immediately shut its mouth and dared not say another word. Yang Rongrong was still thinking while knocking the corner of the table with the statue, again and again, with a crisp sound. Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the door, and someone was shouting. "Lord Yasha, are you in there? The altar has collapsed and the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heaven cannot be held. Please come out and think of a solution." There was a rapid knock on the study door. It can be seen that those people outside are very anxious at the moment. Yang Rongrong stopped thinking and glanced at the cold Crow Killer lying on the ground. It seems we can't stay here any longer. She pushed open the window, jumped out, and at the same time removed the formation outside the study. At the moment the formation disappeared, the study door was pushed open from the outside. Several ghost cultivators saw the scene in the room. There were mirror fragments all over the floor. Yasha, who looked several decades older, was lying on the ground with his eyes wide open. Instantly, screams of fear resounded throughout the City Lord's Mansion.