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"Ghost!"

Jiang Wang and Lin Shoucheng were almost scared to death by the Essence Soul.

To them, the translucent Essence Soul looked the same as a ghost.

Fang Yuan flicked his clothes and asked calmly, "So it's Qing He. What's up?"

The Essence Soul in front of him was semi-transparent in the color of moonlight, a bit similar to the Vajrasattva worshiped in the temple.

"Sigh… It's a long story!"

There were many scars on the Vajrasattva's Essence Soul and powder kept falling off. He was clearly heavily injured. "My sect contacted me and told me to compensate for my mistakes with some achievements. I was too anxious and went to challenge that woman…"

Daoist Qing He paused here and did not want to continue.

It was obvious that he was defeated since his Essence Soul was almost destroyed.

Furthermore, he was chased by the opponents and could not think of anyone other than Fang Yuan to seek refuge from.