Excellent Spiritualist

Chapter 248 21 Layers of Lore Formation 2
"No matter who he is, no matter what the price is, he must not be allowed to leave alive!"

The master of the Nanjiang Palace opened his mouth with fierce eyes.

The master of the Tiannan Palace said with a gloomy face: "We have already exerted [-]% of our strength. Once there is a flaw in the barrier and the breath is exposed, it will definitely attract people from the Yin-Yang Xuanmen."

"Your Majesty gave the order to die. If you can't kill him, please go see him."

The master of the Nanjiang Hall swept across the remaining hall masters of the Hall of Freeing Witches and said slowly, "After the lord retreats, all matters in the Hall of Freeing Witches will be controlled by the empress. You all know exactly what the empress means. If you can't complete the task she gave, It's useless for anyone to plead for mercy."

"I won't say much if it's superfluous. If the mission fails, even if the empress pardons you, do you still have the face to gain a foothold in Fang Wu Temple?"

He laughed coldly, "The 21 masters of the Temple of the Witches teamed up to deal with a little Taoist priest, but one-third of them were killed. It's really embarrassing to say the least."

"It's not about losing face, it's about dignity being ruthlessly trampled on."

The master of Tiannan Hall gritted his teeth and said.

The masters of Nanjiang Hall and Tiannan Hall are veterans in Fangwu Hall, and they follow the master of Fangwu Hall to conquer the world.

There is a strong convincing power in the temple of releasing witches.

However, if this task fails, they will surely become the laughing stock of Fang Wu Temple.

The master of the Nanjiang Palace formed seals with both hands, and took out a ghost knife.

The Ghost Head Saber was shining brightly, with a menacing aura.

The blade of the Ghost Head Saber is a few centimeters wider than ordinary broadswords. On the hilt is a ferocious skull, dark and white...

The master of Tiannan Palace and others looked at each other, and took out their magic weapons one after another.

All of them are top-tier fourth-rank artifacts.

Put the witch palace rich and powerful.

Seeing this scene, Su Ming in the dark couldn't help sighing secretly.

The master of the Nanjiang Palace held the Ghost Head Saber, scanned his surroundings like fire, and shouted sharply: "Stinky boy, get out of here, old man."

"What kind of a hero is hiding in hiding? If you have the guts, come out and fight us openly."

"A bunch of stinky and shameless bastards."

"Where!"

The head of the Nanjiang Hall immediately locked on where Su Ming was hiding.

The ghost head knife slashed down, and the evil spirit rushed forward, and a gully tens of meters long appeared in an instant...

The ghost head knife is powerful.

The saber energy concentrated on the place where Su Ming made his voice, but Su Ming did not appear.

The master of the Nanjiang Palace exhorted in a low voice: "Everyone should be vigilant, this brat doesn't play cards according to the routine at all, he plays assassination like that assassin."

"Can he succeed if we gather together?"

Some people think that the master of Nanjiang Palace is too fussy.

The master of Tiannan Hall said sharply: "Can't the seven dead people cheer you up?"

They were filled with resentment, but they did not dare to speak out to refute.

The ranks in the Hall of Freeing Witches are strict, and the masters of Nanjiang Hall and Tiannan Hall are the first-class hall masters of the Hall of Fangwu, and their status is higher than others.

Those with high status in the temple of releasing witches are said to exist like imperial edicts.

puff!

At this moment, Tiannan Diandian insisted that a mouthful of blood spewed from his mouth, his eyes widened with horror and disbelief.

The master of Nanjiang Hall looked at him in shock, "What's going on?"

The master of Tiannan Palace said with difficulty: "Xiong Kuohai was killed."

The master of the Nanjiang Palace was about to burst into tears, and screamed, "How is it possible? Xiong Kuohai is a second-level ghost general at the heavenly level?!"

"If it weren't for this, how could I be backlashed."

The master of the Tiannan Temple took out a medicine bottle, poured out several pills and put them in his mouth, forming a practice handprint to recuperate and breathe.

Su Ming chuckled secretly, as expected his hard work was not in vain.

His original intention was to delay the time and let Li Cunxiao and Lu Bu eliminate the ghost generals in the Temple of the Witches.

The ghost will be scattered, and the host will be backlashed.

The method of releasing the witch hall is very strong. The ghost general contracted by the master of the Tiannan hall will fly away, but he doesn't look like his body has been hollowed out.

After recuperating for a few minutes, he said slowly, "Xiong Kuohai's soul is gone, I've exhausted my cultivation base, and I'll use secret methods to forcibly improve my cultivation base later, and die together with that kid."

"No!"

The master of the Tiannan Palace smiled, and the smile was very free and easy.

"It's doomed for me to go back to the witch release hall in this state. The witch release hall never leaves waste."

The master of the Nanjiang Palace burst into obscenities angrily.

"Damn little bastard."

"Who are you scolding, you old bastard?"

The master of Nanjiang Hall shouted angrily with red eyes, "You little bastard, get out of here."

"Old miscellaneous hair, aren't you very powerful? Find out the young master."

Su Ming laughed.

puff!

At this moment, the two mouths spurted blood again, and their breaths quickly languished.

not good!

The face of the master of the Nanjiang Palace suddenly changed, "The little bastard is deliberately delaying time so that his ghost generals can kill me and other ghost generals, and make us lose all our cultivation bases."

"How about that?"

"Find!"

The master of the Nanjiang Palace roared hysterically: "We must find him even if we dig ten meters into the ground."

After finishing speaking, the master of Nanjiang Palace took out a palm-sized scale from his bosom.

The scales shone with blue light, exuding divine power.

Dragon scales!

It turned out to be a dragon scale!
The master of the Nanjiang Palace threw out the dragon scales, and the dragon scales exuded a sacred brilliance, and the brilliance projected down, even a small bug in the ground could not hide.

Under such circumstances, Su Ming naturally couldn't hide.

The master of the Nanjiang Palace pointed his finger, and bursts of dragon chant came from the dragon scales.

A majestic aura diffused from the dragon scales, pressing down from mid-air.

Qinglong is worthy of being one of the four spirits, the power of a single dragon scale is enough to make people salivate.

"Little beast, this old man will kill you!"

The master of Nanjiang Hall came forward with a ghost knife.

Su Ming put the silver gun of gentian across his head, and the ghost head knife slashed on the gun, which made his jaw go numb from the shock.

The old miscellaneous hair is ruthless.

Su Ming secretly gave an order to Li Cunxiao and Lu Bu, ordering them to fight quickly, if the delay continued, he might not be able to persist.

The old miscellaneous hair is extremely fierce and fierce in every move, and the ghost-headed knife is fierce, like a flash of surprise...

The other hall masters of the witch release hall stepped forward one after another, fighting with Su Ming in close quarters.

Although Su Ming possessed the third-rank divine weapon, the silver spear of gentian, but two fists were no match for four hands. In the hands of the hall masters of the Wu Temple, it was also a fourth-rank king weapon, with great power.

The battle circle was too small, Su Ming could only resist passively.

"Little bastard, die."

The master of the Nanjiang Palace had a ferocious face, and the Ghost Head Saber aimed at Su Ming's head and cut it off.

Su Ming stabbed back with his silver gun, and the powerful force of the ghost knife on the gun made him almost half-kneel on the ground.

Every piece of royal weapon full of evil spirit stabbed at his vitals.

Su Ming clapped his hands on the ground, and his figure rebounded.

At the same time, Long Danliang's silver gun shot out and killed the master of Nanjiang Palace.

Nanjiang Hall Master Guitou Dao slashed on the Longdan Liangyin Spear, and the Gendan Liangyin Spear pierced into the ground, revealing a small section.

What the hell!

The king's weapon in other people's hands was about to fall on Su Ming, so Su Ming made seals with his hands and slapped them.

The two forces collided together, and Su Ming was immediately blown away.

Depend on!
Su Ming felt the qi and blood in his body, and couldn't help but swear.

He fell to the ground and rowed back tens of meters.

The moment it stopped, a few mouthfuls of blood spewed out with a wow.

The master of the Nanjiang Palace showed a cruel expression, "Little beast, even though you are a genius, you will still die at the hands of this old man."

Su Ming sat cross-legged and sighed helplessly, "It's unlucky to meet you bastards."

"Later, the old man will slap you a few times and smash all your teeth."

he said coldly.

Su Ming looked at him contemptuously, "Old guy, are you so sure you can kill me?"

"Oh? Could it be that you still have some hole cards?"

He disagreed.

"In the beginning, people thought I was only a heavenly ghost general, Li Cunxiao, but then Lu Bu came into the world."

As Su Ming said to himself, the eyes of the master of the Nanjiang Palace shrank slightly, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

He stepped back a few meters, tapped his finger between his eyebrows to take out the blood, and roared, "The 21-layer lore array is activated!"

Su Ming smiled slightly, "It turns out there is a killer move."

"Little bastard, do you really think that the old man and the others have no trump cards? The 21-layer lore killing formation was originally prepared for the masters of Yin-Yang Xuanmen who may appear here, but now... let you taste the taste of this killing formation. "

He roared hysterically, as if he had a chance to win.

The situation is changing, and the hundreds of meters around are full of murderous aura.Numerous ghosts appeared in the killing array, each ghost was holding a sword, full of strong evil spirit and murderous intent...

They were all those who died in battle, they were souls destined to be alone.

(End of this chapter)