Mortal Bones

"Crack."

The ghost master who walked out of the painting looked like a lazy man who had slept at home all day and waited until the sun was about to go down before going out.

Compared with the old smoker and the red lion, the momentum of the ghost master's appearance seemed a bit mediocre.

The ghost master glanced at the sky, then turned to look at Xu Taiping beside him, and said with some regret:

"Why did you choose a dark time to call me out?"

They are different from the Spirit Moon Fairy in the gourd.

The ghost masters in the painting had no way of knowing the outside world until they were awakened by Xu Taiping.

Xu Taiping looked above the street and murmured:

"If I don't call you out, you and I may not even be able to see the scenery like tonight in the future."

In the sky above the street, the huge clone transformed by Dong Qiushui, the master of Biyou Palace, with his own true energy, was confronting the smoke exhaled by the old smoker.

"boom!"

At this time, Elder Liu, who had already fallen into the hands of Old Smoker, fought his seriously injured body to once again summon the true fire sword energy in the gourd. Thousands of swords came out, blasting straight at Old Smoker. .

"boom!"

As a last resort, the old smoker sucked up the last pot of cigarettes in one breath, revealing the ghost king's true form, which was more than three feet tall. While blocking the blow of Dong Qiushui's giant palm, he pointed the huge pot of cigarettes towards the thousands of people. Dao Zhenhuo sword energy smashed away.

"boom!"

Amidst the huge earthquake, Old Smoker's cigarette pot only shattered more than ten sword energy, and Old Smoker was shaken so hard that he raised his arms.

But just when everyone thought that the old smoker was about to be swallowed up by the remaining hundreds of sword energy, hundreds of sparks turned into ash and embers suddenly splashed out from the smoking pot of the smoker in the old smoker's hand.

"boom!……"

In just an instant, the sword energy flying out of the jade gourd of Elder Liu of Biyou Palace was swallowed up by the falling sparks.

"boom!"

Even Elder Liu himself was hit by the sparks and fell to the ground because he failed to dodge in time.

Xu Taiping only took a cursory glance and could find at least thirty holes in Elder Liu's body that had been penetrated by sparks.

The Ghost Lord put his hands in his sleeves, nodded in approval and said:

"When Little Smoker was first conceived by Xuanhuang Tower, he was not even a ghost soldier, but now he is able to stand alone."

Xu Taiping asked in surprise:

"The ghost king in Xuanhuang Tower did not originally exist, but was conceived the day after tomorrow?"

The Ghost Lord nodded, "That's right."

Then he kicked the red lion next to him and said:

"There are many ghost kings that already exist, such as this kid."

Red Lion, who was kicked hard by the Ghost Lord, not only did not show any displeasure on his face, but instead said with a flattering smile:

"Thank you, Lord Ghost Lord, for your guidance."

The ghost master rolled his eyes at Red Lion, then placed his hands on his hips, drooped his eyelids, and looked up at Dong Qiushui's clone, imitating Xu Taiping.

"boom!"

At this moment, the clone, which was blocked by the white smoke exhaled by the old smoker above the street, punched the old smoker again.

"boom!"

With just one punch, the cloud of smoke exhaled by the old smoker was dispersed by Dong Qiushui's fist.

And the old smoker himself, when the clone was about to step on him, suddenly turned into a ball of white smoke and fled.

When he reappeared, the old smoker was already standing in front of Xu Taiping.

Panting, he said helplessly:

"Young Master, Lord Ghost, these disciples of Biyou Palace are all mixed up, and the smoke they make is extremely smelly. Instead of improving, my cultivation level has declined. I can't stand it anymore, I can't stand it anymore."

Xu Taiping said nothing, but looked at the ghost master beside him.

"boom!"

At this moment, Dong Qiushui's clone, which was six or seven feet tall, fell from the sky and dented the ground.

If the streets of the old Dragon City were not very wide, and every brick and tile was engraved with ancient protective inscriptions, the entire street would have been turned into ruins the moment Dong Qiushui's huge body fell to the ground.

Dong Qiushui controlled the clone, pointed at Xu Taiping, then looked at "Zhang Wuyou" and the ghost master beside him and said:

"Leave him to me and let the matter of tonight be wiped out."

As soon as these words came out, the aura fluctuations on Dong Qiushui's body suddenly increased tenfold.

"boom!"

Driven by this powerful aura fluctuation, a violent force of energy spread out from the center of Dong Qiu's water level.

At the same time, through the somewhat transparent body of the clone, one could see blood vessels and tendons, centered on the spine on his back, spreading throughout the body.

Following this, a faint golden halo began to appear on the surface of the clone.

…

Inside the Yi Zhu Building.

When the owner of Yi Zhu Tower saw the spine in the clone, the expression on his face suddenly became solemn:

"This is not an ordinary clone, this is the Dragon Spine clone that Dong Qiushui has raised for eight hundred years with his natal magic weapon, the True Dragon Spine."

Elder Lou Da also said seriously at this time:

"I heard that Dong Qiushui's Dragon Spine clone already has 80% of the killing power of his real body. Coupled with the unique magical power of his natal magic weapon, the True Dragon Spine, the killing power is comparable to that of the Wentian Realm sword cultivator."

The killing power of ordinary Wentian realm cultivators is more than 30% weaker than the killing power of Wentian realm sword cultivators.

The Yi Zhu Tower Master's eyes fell on the Ghost Master next to Xu Taiping, and then he murmured:

"Although this Wuyou can take out the third portrait and summon the third stranger."

"But judging from the cultivation level of the first two strangers, they are at most the combat power of the Wentian Realm for the first time, and there are many restrictions when using their respective magical powers."

"If we really have to fight against this dragon spine clone of Biyou Palace Dong Qiushui, in my opinion, we will most likely lose."

Don't blame him for thinking this way.

In fact, the movement of the Ghost Lord when he appeared was too ordinary, far inferior to that of Old Smoker and Red Lion.

The owner of Yizhu Tower suddenly added another sentence:

"The more important thing is that this is just Dong Qiushui's clone. If nothing unexpected happens, his real body will soon come to this old Dragon City. After all, the clam bead where Biyou Palace is located is right there. Next door to the old Longting.”

Upon hearing this, Elder Lou's expression suddenly became more solemn.

After hesitating for a moment, Elder Lou seemed to have made some important decision and said to the Master of Yi Zhu Lou very solemnly:

"Brother Yi Zhu, judging from the fact that he is willing to help Xu Taiping go all the way to interrogate Liang Chengshan."

"This worry-free character should be no problem. We can include him among the nine candidates."

"No matter whether the person behind him will take action next, once the third stranger he summoned is no match for the Dragon Spine clone, please take action once, Brother Yi Zhu."

The owner of Yizhu smiled and said:

"Brother Lou, I have disliked Biyou Palace for a long time. Even if it is not for the trip to Jinting Palace today, I will take action."

Elder Lou in the spiritual mirror shook his head and smiled helplessly.

Among the monks he knew, this Master of the Lost Pearl Tower was one of the very few who still retained the chivalrous heart of his youth.

"Finally, I'm warning you to wait."

At this time, Biyou Palace Dong Qiushui’s warning voice came out from the spiritual mirror again——

"Hand over Qingxuanzong Xu Taiping and be buried here alive with him. Choose one of the two."

Hearing this, the master of Yizhu Building and the elder of the building both looked stern, and they all turned their gazes back to the spiritual mirror in front of them.

Look in the spiritual mirror again.

Facing Dong Qiushui's warning, Xu Taiping and "Zhang Wuyou" looked calm and remained calm, as if the people standing in front of them were just ordinary monks.

Seeing this calmness and calmness, the owner of Yizhu Building and the elder of the building made me sigh in my heart.

Because the more they reach their current state, the more they understand how important the four words "firm mind" are to monks.