He was even more panicked than Mu was banished.

After thinking carefully for a while, Shen Gurong realized that Mu Ban exuded the aura of a ghost cultivator at that moment, and Shen Gurong followed the instinct of Shen Fengxue's body and took action.

Just as Mu Ban was about to raise his hand, Shen Gurong said: "Don't move!"

Mu Ban froze in place.

The bamboo strips in Shen Gurong's palm exuded a violent aura that could not be concealed. Mu Ban shivered instinctively, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat forced by murderous intent. He pursed his lips and raised his head slightly to talk coldly to Shen Gurong. Look at each other.

Those eyes were like stars, like a ferocious beast forced into a desperate situation.

Shen Gurong stared at the red birthmark that had crawled up to Mu Ban's forehead, and probably guessed that it was the ghost cultivator who wanted to seize the body.

Fortunately, the ghost cultivator did not transform, there was just a dark red birthmark. Otherwise, if Shen Gurong, who was most afraid of ghosts, saw it, he might not even be able to maintain the aloof, cold and arrogant aura of the Holy Lord.

Shen Gurong inhaled gently, instinctively trying to pull the evil ghost out of Mu Ban's body, but as soon as he activated his spiritual power, there was a sudden sharp pain in the meridians all over his body, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Shen Gurong: "..."

The pampered young master had never suffered such a crime in his whole life. The meridians all over his body seemed to be shattered, and he almost screamed in pain, but he still gritted his teeth.

It hurts!

Master, help me!

No, senior brother, help me!

Shen Gurong almost burst into tears, and then belatedly remembered Xi Guxing's advice to him not to use his spiritual power rashly.

Seeing that the ghost cultivator almost got into Mu Ban's eyebrows, Shen Gurong became cruel. Regardless of the severe pain all over his body, he raised his hand and waved a burst of spiritual power, and suddenly rushed towards Mu Ban's front door.

Mu Ban had never had the slightest trust in Shen Gurong. He looked at Shen Gurong in shock and thought that Shen Gurong was finally going to kill him, so he instinctively wanted to escape.

But he had been suppressed by the pressure of the Mahayana stage until his legs became weak, and he knelt heavily on the ground before he could move.

Shen Gurong's face was even uglier than his, and he said sternly: "Don't move!"

At that moment, the spiritual power had already rushed towards Mu Ban's eyebrows, and a chill came over, directly catching the red birthmark, and slightly pulling out a black mist mixed with red lines.

The black mist twisted wildly and roared ferociously.

It's a plague ghost.

I don’t know how the disease ghost, which was already shattered to ashes, possessed Mu Ban’s body and made his cultivation soar in such a short period of time.

Mu Ban suddenly felt a chill coming between his brows, and then memories that did not belong to him washed through his mind, and unknown screams and wails filled his ears.

"They are all dead..."

"Please, no!"

"ah--"

Mu Ban suddenly opened his eyes, and his original black pupils suddenly turned into strange red dilated pupils. He was trembling all over and stared at Shen Gurong with blurred pupils.

Shen Gurong's meridians were seriously injured and he hadn't fully recovered yet. After slowly pulling out half of the ghost cultivator from Mu Ban's body, he was already unable to do anything. He gritted his teeth. Although he was crying for his father and mother in his heart, he still pretended to be calm and did not withdraw. hand.

"Where is Xi Guxing?" Shen Gurong was very hopeless. While begging the headmaster to save him, he was still scolding him, "Did Xi Guxing crawl here? Even that bastard Qiu is faster than him."

Mu Ban didn't know if he could see that Shen Gurong was not trying to harm him. He looked at Shen Gurong with empty eyes and said hoarsely: "Master..."

Shen Gurong's face turned pale and he said to himself, "You little bastard, don't distract me by talking. If you talk nonsense again, your master will die!"

Just when Shen Gurong was about to give up completely, Xi Guxing arrived.

When Shen Gurong saw him, it was like seeing a savior, and he blurted out: "Brother, Headmaster!"

Xi Guxing: "..."

Xi Guxing's hand holding the sword froze, and he didn't know for a moment whether he should curse someone for being a "teacher" or feel relieved by the hard-earned "senior brother".

"Useless stuff."

He drew his sword with no expression on his face, and the cold light suddenly flashed out like a few stars in the night, rushing towards the plague ghost like a thunderous roar.

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