Super Great Fortune Teller

Wang Qian shook his head slightly and sighed.

"You are not qualified to be a member of the huangquan sect."

As the voice fell, the disciples of the huangquan sect who Li Wensheng recruited yelled, "ignorant, dare to talk to my master like this!"

"Hum, I think you want to be a sacrifice to the ghost king!"

As he spoke, a disciple of huangquanzong in a white robe rushed towards Wang Qian.

In the main hall, the speed of Chujiang King's soul swallowing is faster and faster.

Wang Qian gave a faint smile.

"Look, even your apprentices admit that it's not the king of Chu Jiang at all, but the ghost king you have cultivated for a long time! What does Huang quanzong want to do? Do you really want to build another place of reincarnation? "

When Wang Qian talked about the back, his tone was no longer as relaxed as before, but with a trace of coldness.

"To die!"

Brush!

The white shadow had already come to Wang Qian's body and sent out a terrible evil spirit on him.

Wang Qian's feet are already covered with frost, and the white soul sail is directly smashing at Wang Qian's spirit cover.

If it was smashed, Wang Qian would be out of his wits at that time.

After this man's hand, the rest of the people in black and white robes also wrapped it in the direction of Wang Qian.

As for Li Wensheng, instead of looking at Wang Qian, he looked at the ghost king.

At that time, the statue of King Jiang became more and more flexible.

Before long, there will be some reincarnation division needs the authority of the Lord of ghosts.

"Look, at the end of the day, it's me who will finish the task first in the main hall of King Chujiang!"

"The gang of Jiang Jiuxing and Jiang Jiuyou want to find some magic weapon to touch the golden talisman to find some ghost tomb. They might as well start with me in these most common places. Once the ghost Qi is accumulated enough, quantitative change will cause qualitative change."

Li Wensheng laughs.

At this time, the Dharma aspect of the ghost king has swallowed all the ghosts and spirits.

Including the soul of the female anchor Luo Qingxuan, as well as Zhou Tianxiong and his younger brothers.

Hum! It's a big noise.

There was a tremor in the hall.

The body of the female anchor and Zhou Tianxiong fell down.

Li Wensheng was not surprised by this scene.

Looking at Wang Qian surrounded by a group of disciples not far away, Li Wensheng just sighed.

"What a good cultivator. Unfortunately, I can't see the situation clearly."

"Take it!"

As he spoke, Li Wensheng put out his hand to the statue of Chu Jiang king.

At that time, the statue of King Jiang turned into a streamer and fell into the palm of Li Wensheng's hand.

The statue was filled with layers of horror.

After the statue was recovered, the small temple collapsed into a pile of debris.

"Where's the next stop? Next door city? It needs to be rearranged... "

Li Wensheng thought.

At this time, too.

Not far away from Wang Qian, there came a scream, and the scream rang out one after another.

Li Wensheng turned his head and looked in the past.

I saw shadows in black or white robes falling down like straw.

The disciples of huangquan sect were easily killed by Wang Qian.

At this time, Wang Qian was holding a huge sword.

It's only a month and a half. The dozen people who stood in front of him were cut to death by him. The rest of the disciples of huangquanzong wanted to escape. However, after Wang Qian's Juque sword was used again, all of them turned into ashes.

The golden light on Wang Qian's Juque sword twinkled.

"What

Li Wensheng's eyes widened.

These are all his new disciples. After three years of careful training, there are three to five strong students. I didn't expect that they were all killed by Wang Qian in just a few minutes tonight.

"You!"

Li Wensheng was so angry that he roared: "you should die, junior!"

While he was talking, he had rushed towards Wang Qian.

Wang Qian looked at his figure and said with a faint smile, "anyway, you are the master of the yellow spring. The reincarnation of these disciples belongs to you. Why don't you take back their souls?"

Li wenshengfei was in the middle of the air, and he was so angry that he almost didn't vomit blood.

Wang Qian didn't know what method he used. After these disciples were killed by him, no trace of soul energy could escape.

Boom!

The next second, Li Wensheng has already beat out the ghost king in his hand.

"Boy, you forced me!"

At the moment when the ghost king went out, Wang Qian's immediate environment suddenly changed greatly.

The wind blows.The ghost king like from a pile of ashes, up to 100 meters of body, so indifferent looking at Wang Qian.

A terrible pressure came out of Guiwang Xiang.

I don't know how many souls have been swallowed.

The cultivation of GUI Wang Xiang has reached the realm of eternal life.

Wang Qian couldn't help squinting.

"Yes, we can see the strength."

Li Wensheng clenched his teeth and said, "I want to Eat your soul alive! Turn your body into a magic weapon! "

Li Wensheng is a hater.

Wang Qian said with a smile, "is that right? Then you have to have this ability. "

That ghost Wang Xiang has already stretched out his hand towards Wang Qian and patted out a huge palm, pressing Wang Qian like a hill.

All around is the ghost Qi of Sen Han, blocking the space around Wang Qian's body.

The ground under Wang Qian's feet cracked out a terrible grain, and even magma appeared under the ground.

This time, Li Wensheng really wanted to kill.

In his opinion, the next second Wang Qian will be crushed into a ball of fly ash by the ghost king.

Wang Qian seemed to have no way to escape except to be hard mouthed. He just stood in the same place waiting for the ghost king to fall down.

Boom!

The palm of GUI Wang Xiang's hand was directly patted on Wang Qian's body.

Li Wensheng's mouth showed a radian of disdain, "is that it? Hum! I can't hide it. How dare I tell you something about huangquan sect? "

"Wait How does he know about Huang quanzong? "

Li Wensheng was also confused just now. Now he suddenly found that Wang Qian seemed to know more about huangquan sect than he thought.

You know, they are always secretive.

How can others know about Huang quanzong?

Just when Li Wensheng thought about it, he found a mass of hair under the palm of the ghost king.

Then the hair directly entangled the palm of GUI Wang Xiang and stretched upward.

"What is this?"

Li Wensheng was shocked and controlled the ghost king to lift his hand.

I saw a woman in red standing at the bottom of the ghost king. Her hair was like a mass of black fog, constantly extending upward, even piercing into the body of the ghost king.

"You

Wang Qian is standing behind the woman in red.

"Well, I don't need to deal with such a thing as you."