The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 509: Destiny Determines the Ghost Heart Formation
Soul Devouring Cave

Inside and outside the ancestral hall, two groups of people were engaged in a fierce battle.

Although Lu Qing is an old monster who has been practicing for tens of millions of years, he has only cultivated his spiritual power for more than four million years after exhausting all his heart power. Compared with this group of dead warriors who are fighting to the death, he has little chance of winning.

But it was all his fault that he had neglected his training in the hell dungeon over the years, which led to him being in this difficult situation and unable to extricate himself. He could not blame anyone else.

If something really happens to me, it would be my fate, but the little princess cannot do that, because she is the hope for the future of the ghost clan.

He has to protect the little prince.

While Lu Qing was attacking the ghost soldiers, he was also trying to delay the fight with them. The longer the fight lasted, the better. But he wanted to delay, but the ghost soldiers were unwilling to waste time.

They looked at each other and said coldly, "Since he doesn't want to fight with us, we will use the power of the formation to trap him and hand him over to Lord Suqin for disposal."

"Yes, I will listen to Master Gui Yan."

When Lu Qing heard that they were going to use the power of the formation to trap him, he immediately sent a message to Miao Yuan, "Little ghost, how are you doing over there? I can't hold them back any longer."

All he could do now was to try his best to avoid their spiritual power and magic, and dodge the power of the formation they wanted to trap him.

Miao Yuan was fighting with Su Qin when she received his voice transmission. Unfortunately, her heart power was not as strong as Su Qin's. Under Su Qin's fierce pressure wave after wave of attacks, Miao Yuan could not withstand her heart power and retreated with an unstable step. However, Miao Yuan was strong and used all her strength to fight against Su Qin.

Miao Yuan used the power of the phantom in her hand to block in front of herself, using the powerful power of this ancient magic weapon to protect herself.

Miao Yuan took the opportunity to answer him in a secret voice: "It's okay, uncle, you tried your best, and so did I."

As for life or death, it depends on fate. If Su Qin really dares to kill her, when father comes back, he will never let her go.

Lu Qing understood what she meant, and a burning fighting spirit ignited in his eyes, "In that case, kid, let's fight together!"

Life or death is left to fate.

Miao Yuan nodded, and used all her heart power to resist Su Qin's attack, "Okay, little uncle, if I really die with you in the soul-devouring cave of this ancestral hall today, Miao Yuan will not be lonely on her way to death."

"Ha." Lu Qing almost laughed out of anger. "Little devil, you still say these things at this time."

But he doesn't want to die.

"Luming!" Lu Qing roared and summoned his sword. "Let's fight together."

The ghost warriors around were stunned by the sudden powerful heart power, "This is..."

What a powerful heart power.

The purple-red light wrapped around the sharp sword, which slowly descended from the sky until it landed in front of Lu Qing, and then stopped. He was controlling the Luming sword with a powerful heart power in his hand.

The leading ghost warrior, Gui Yan, said in a low voice, "It seems that Demon Lord Lu is planning to fight for his life?"

Lu Qing stretched out his hand and grasped the precious sword Lu Ming in front of him. His pure dark brown pupils turned strangely red at this moment, as if under the influence of this powerful heart power, he became cold-blooded and violent, and a storm was about to come.

"You acted according to the orders of that female ghost. This demon king does not blame you. But if the young prince is really in danger of his life tonight, this demon king believes that when His Majesty the King of Hell comes back, you will be dead and your souls will be scattered."

Gui Yan's face changed, and he became angry and ashamed, "Don't waste your words. Since Lu Yaojun doesn't want to die, don't blame me for being merciless."

"Everyone listen up. Immediately arrest Demon Lord Lu and hand him over to Lady Suqin for punishment. No matter if he's dead or alive."

"Yes, Master Gui Yan."

Lu Qing sneered: "What a way of not caring about life or death, huh."

It's really ridiculous that when the King of Hell is not at home, the little ghosts can become the kings. Lu Qing immediately burst out all the power of his heart source and put it into the sword in his hand. Then he transformed the sword in his hand into countless afterimages and attacked them, the ghost warriors.

"Then let's see who dies first, you or me!"

Gui Yan's face turned pale, and he immediately activated his heart power to block his attack. "Everyone, form a formation."

"Yes, ghost generals, follow your orders."

Everyone dispersed around Lu Qing, and then mobilized all their heart power like Gui Yan and launched a fierce attack on Lu Qing.

The Luming Sword sensed the hostility coming from all directions, and immediately scattered the sword in all directions to fight against the attacks of the power of the heart.

The power of the sword attacking Gui Yan was weakened a lot in an instant.

Gui Yan raised his lips and smiled coldly, "The Demon King has a strong heart, and we are ashamed of ourselves. But we are numerous, I wonder how long the Demon King can hold on?"

Lu Qing gritted his teeth, and cold sweat began to appear on his forehead. He forced himself to speak, "You also know that you are bullying the minority with your numbers?"

Even if I win, it’s not a fair victory.

"Please forgive me, Demon King. It is our duty. There is no other way."

"Stop talking nonsense and look at the sword!!"

Lu Qing gritted his teeth and used up all his heart power to attack them, "Lu Ming, kill these bastards who can't tell right from wrong."

"Wow," the ancestral hall was brightly lit, like a northern light in the dark night, bright and clear. The entire ghost hell seemed to be able to feel the turmoil here, with strange lights and colors.

With the Luming sword in his hand, thousands of swords were fired at the same time, and countless sword shadows stabbed towards the well-trained ghost soldiers around him.

"Ah..." Lu Qinghong's dark brown eyes burst out with all his heart power, using the power of the Luming Sword to attack these people fiercely.

"Bang," the surrounding ghost warriors were knocked down by the powerful heart power. Even the leader, Lord Gui Yan, took a few steps back in frustration.

"Lord Lu's spiritual power is truly amazing." Gui Yan covered his chest which was in pain from the shock, with a hint of sneer on his lips.

It’s just a pity that if you become enemies with the ghost clan’s assassins, the fight will end until you die.

"Everyone, form a formation."

"Yes, Master Gui Yan."

All the ghost soldiers immediately stepped forward and stood in their own positions, and then under Gui Yan's instructions, they condensed the power of the heart source in their hands and began to form a formation.

"Heaven and earth are the way, hell is the opening——"

"Ghost Prison Gate, Mysterious Ice Heart, Ghost Heart Formation, with the power of my heart source, I will form it!"

Gui Yan's brows were cold, and his hands were making complicated gestures. In just a few seconds, the heart power condensed in his hands rushed towards Lu Qing like a flash of lightning in the sky.

All the ghost warriors moved in unison, repeating Gui Yan's movements with sharp and powerful gestures. Together, they formed a powerful ghost heart formation, falling from the air, trying to trap Lu Qing in the middle.

Lu Qing's eyes turned red from the force. He stared at this group of people who could not distinguish right from wrong. He transferred the endless heart power in his hand to the Lu Ming sword to resist their formation barrier.

But after all, they were outnumbered. With so many people attacking Lu Qing together, even if Lu Qing's spiritual power of more than four million years was completely exhausted, he would probably not be able to defeat their combined power of the formation in a short period of time.

"Just surrender, Demon Lord Lu."

All the ghost warriors used their last attack and successfully trapped Lu Qing in the formation, making it impossible for him to resist. As a result, Lu Qing was sealed and could not escape.