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"shut up!"
"Who do you think you are, a piece of trash, how dare you disrespect Master Yang!"
"Master Yang Xian can't deal with it, can you do it?"
Many disciples of the Maoshan Sect were furious and shouted at Jiang Tian.
"Hmph! I received the true biography of Maoshan Sect at the age of ten. I opened my eyes at the age of twenty-eight. I can master Feng Shui, exorcise gods and ghosts, and am proficient in Xuanmen magic. I have caught the evil spirit of Li Chaoman's family in Hong Kong, and the snake king on Wang Lei's construction site.
I have fought, I have conquered the plague in Zhongzhou, what does a mere ghost mean?"
Hearing this, Yang Guochang seemed to have been greatly insulted, his face filled with anger, and he sneered: "Today, if a fierce ghost comes, I will kill one, if a pair comes, I will kill both! I want to show you, this arrogant boy, a piece of trash.
, what does it mean to be a true master of magic!"
Yang Guochang cursed a few words, ignored Jiang Tian, put the pottery pot on the coffee table, made a finger sign with both hands, and muttered something.
"The Supreme Lord is as urgent as the law! Pardon!"
Yang Guochang suddenly stamped his feet, exhaled and made a sound, which was like a thunder explosion in the ground, making everyone present jump.
"Practice for me!"
His face turned red, and while he was shouting, he waved his fingers towards the black clay pot, and a beam of light hit the pot.
The clay pot suddenly buzzed and trembled.
Suddenly, the talisman on the pottery pot emitted rays of red light, condensing into a virtual shadow that seemed to have substance, and enveloped the entire pottery pot.
As soon as the talisman glowed, the entire hall became scorching hot, as if the air conditioner had failed and everyone was being exposed to the scorching sun.
"This, this! This is amazing!"
The rich and powerful men present were all dumbfounded, staring at the clay pot intently.
"A magic weapon! This is a real magic weapon!"
Mr. Zhizhi kept rubbing his hands with a look of wild envy in his eyes, like a pervert seeing a naked beauty.
"This is probably the treasure of the Maoshan Sect, the ghost-refining jar!"
Mr. Qi, the Feng Shui master, was also filled with admiration and said with envy on his face: "The Maoshan Sect's heritage is beyond our imagination. Once such a magic weapon comes out, what kind of evil spirits will not be able to avoid it!"
As Yang Guochang cast the spell, the clay pot began to refine the little devil, and suddenly a series of shrill screams came out of the clay pot.
The pottery jar was shaking more and more violently, and the kid was struggling desperately inside, which was horrifying and made many rich people tremble.
Gradually, the kid's screams became smaller and smaller, and eventually became silent.
Everyone also let out a sigh of relief. It seems that this kid is about to be refined!
Tang Wannian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a relieved smile: "Hey, this kid has been hurting me for so many years, and he is finally finished!"
"Haha, Mr. Jiang, what do you think of my ability to catch ghosts?" Yang Guochang glanced at Jiang Tian triumphantly and asked.
"Oh, it's okay!"
Jiang Tian was comforting the frightened Zhao Xueqing. When he heard the question, he responded casually.
Jiang Tian has been traveling in extraterrestrial space for thousands of years. He has never seen any kind of immortal methods, magical powers, and formations. He has collected almost all the knowledge in the world of immortality.
It's just a simple and crude ghost arresting technique. To be praised like this by Jiang Tian is already giving him face.
"What?"
“Not bad!”
Everyone thought that Jiang Tian was bound to praise Yang Guochang, but when they heard such a cold evaluation, they couldn't help but believe it and thought they were hallucinating.
"Humph, ignorant child, do you understand?"
Zheng Guangsha snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "That's right, you have little knowledge, how can you understand the power of Master Yang!"
Yang Guochang used Maoshan's unique skills to catch ghosts and souls, and eliminate disasters. In his mouth, it turned out to be "just okay". How ignorant is this!
"Isn't he knowledgeable?"
Yang Guochang smiled mockingly and said: "No matter how ignorant you are, you should have seen that I have caught this little devil, and you should also know how powerful my magic is!"
The sarcasm on his face became even more intense, and he sneered: "He is obviously blind!"
"You dare to be so disrespectful to Master Yang. If it were my place, I would have kicked him out!" A big boss sneered.
"Yes! Master Yang is an immortal master in the realm of Tongxuan, which is okay. Don't you have already cultivated the Taoist body?" Mr. Qi, the Feng Shui master, pointed at Jiang Tian with disdain and scolded him.
Zheng Guangsha looked at Tang Wannian and said in a strange tone: "Wannian, if you can't take action, I will ask my bodyguards to do it!"
"Mr. Zheng, you must not do this. We are all friends, friends..." Tang Wannian smiled bitterly, and he didn't like Jiang Tian anymore at this moment.
Although it is said that Jiang Tian was a god, swallowing ghost souls, condensing his energy into a fist and beating Fu Biao to death in the air, and beheaded a white ape, these were all legends and Tang Wannian had not seen them in person.
But he could clearly see Yang Guochang's power.
"Huh, in front of me, Jiang Taichu, you are nothing. If I say you are just okay, I am just looking down on you!"
Jiang Tian's expression remained unchanged and he spoke coldly.
Saying that your soul-binding technique is just okay is already giving you face. If you tell the truth, it's bullshit.
The majestic Taichu Immortal Lord, who once swept across the starry sky and was worshiped by thousands of mighty men, saints, and kings of gods, is now being called an "ignorant child" by a few ordinary people!
If Xue Qing hadn't been there, Jiang Tian would have crushed them to death with his temper.
"Humph, he's a frog in a well. I don't know him as well as he does."
Seeing how much Tang Wannian relied on Jiang Tian, Yang Guochang was angry, but he acted like a wise man.
"Oh, Master Yang is really a master! Such an ordinary person has been disrespectful to you many times, but you have no worries!"
Many wealthy people and magic masters present were flattering and flattering Yang Guochang.
But at this moment, a gust of wind suddenly and inexplicably blew up, flying sand and rocks, and scattered the glutinous rice flour on the ground.
The crystal chandelier flickered on and off, flashing frequently, and finally turned into darkness. The temperature in the hall dropped sharply, as if it had suddenly sunk into nine freezing days.
"I'm going, why is there a power outage!"
In the pitch-black darkness, the rich and powerful men screamed again, each and every one of them feeling terrified and panicked.
In the darkness, everyone felt as if there was a pair of malicious eyes staring at everyone. The feeling was really nerve-wracking.
"Don't be afraid, gentlemen!"
Yang Guochang shook his hand, and a luminous pearl appeared in his palm, illuminating the entire hall.
Bang bang bang!
The crystal chandeliers gradually lit up, but everyone gasped.
Because there was an extra woman beside Tang Wannian.
This is a very beautiful woman, wearing a blue cheongsam with white flowers, and long hair shawl.
Her face is so soft and beautiful, and her beautiful eyes are like a deep, calm pool, which makes people completely immersed in her at just one glance.
However, the black energy lingering around her, the evil energy soaring into the sky, all the green plants in the hall withered, the flowers withered, making people feel a little numb.
"Shi Ya...it turns out to be you!"
However, Tang Wannian had already turned pale with fear, was shaking violently like chaff, and was sweating profusely. His whole body was soaked in an instant, as if he had been fished out of water.
At this moment, everyone suddenly seemed to understand something and rushed outside frantically.
However, they haven't rushed to the door yet.
Just listen to bang bang bang! Several explosions.
The door and windows all closed automatically, and no matter how hard several big men tried, they couldn't open the door.
"What? Tang Wannian, are you not happy to see your old lover? Do you dislike me because I have become ugly?" Shi Ya suddenly spoke, looking at Tang Wannian lovingly and said.
Her voice was very soft, but the sound made it inexplicably frightening and sent chills all over her body.
Even though he was a big boss, Tang Wannian was so frightened that he felt like he was dying. With snot and tears streaming down his face, he said pitifully: "Master Yang..."
"Haha, you do have some righteousness, but since you met this master today, it's time for you to transcend and ascend to heaven!"
Yang Guochang said in a cold voice.
He opened the black clay pot, pointed the mouth of the pot at Shi Ya, muttered something in his mouth, and started practicing the method again.
"You dare to hurt my child, you should die!"
Shi Ya's face was calm, she stared at Yang Guochang and said coldly: "If you dare to make a mistake now, I will drain your soul, flesh and blood, and you will never be reincarnated!" He raised his right hand and pinched it in the void.
Bang! A sound.
The treasure of the Maoshan Sect, the Ghost Soul Refining Jar, instantly shattered, and the child ghost jumped out again.
"What?!"
Yang Guochang's face turned pale with fright, his eyes were wide open, showing fear and disbelief, and he subconsciously took several steps back.
This Gugui Soul Refining Jar has been passed down for hundreds of years. I don’t know how many fierce ghosts have been refined into it. It is powerful and indestructible, but at this time, it was crushed by this fierce ghost.
"Master, let me help you!"
A Maoshan disciple made a finger gesture and stabbed Shi Yaji with a peach wood sword.
"Trash! With your little skills, you still dare to make trouble in front of me!"
Shi Ya's pretty face turned cold, she snorted coldly, and waved her slender hand gently.
An overwhelming force swept across all directions, and with a click, the peach wood sword broke.
The disciple flew out like a rag doll, smashed against the wall with a bang, vomited blood, tilted his head, and died.
"Death to you evildoer!" Another disciple held a white flag that attracted souls and hit Shi Ya.
However, suddenly, he saw horrifying pictures and froze on the spot.
"No! This is impossible!"
The son was hit by a car and killed, the wife had an affair with someone else, the mother was killed by the wife and the adulterer...
These pictures are vivid and lifelike, flashing before our eyes like a revolving lantern.
"Fake, impossible!"
The disciple threw away the white flag that attracted souls, hugged his head and cried out, his eyes gradually became dull, and he murmured with overwhelming hatred: "I want to kill them! Kill them!"
Shi Ya took action, shattering the black clay pot with a snap of his fingers and beating the Maoshan disciples to death. This method scared Yang Guochang out of his wits.
'She is the fiercest ghost with the most resentment and evil spirit that I have ever seen. She has also absorbed a lot of powerful souls, and her magic power is even greater. Even if my master comes, I'm afraid I won't be able to suppress her!'
At this time, Yang Guochang's legs were trembling, his face turned pale, his eyes gradually became desperate, and finally he fell to his knees in an instant, begging bitterly:
"I don't know how high the sky is, and I have offended Immortal Shi Ya. Please forgive me and spare my life!"
"Shi Ya, stop it!" At this moment, Jiang Tian stood up slowly, sighed softly, and said.
"Jiang Tian, you..."
Zhao Xueqing wanted to catch Jiang Tian, but failed. Her beautiful eyes widened in shock and her face turned pale.
"What are you doing?"
Yang Guochang's eyes widened when he saw a tall figure walking towards Shi Ya from him.
"Get rid of her!" Jiang Tian said calmly as he walked over.
"You're crazy!" Zheng Guangsha screamed.
Even Master Yang Xian can't do anything about such a fierce ghost. What can you do?
"I've been waiting for her for too long!"
Jiang Tian smiled faintly, and faced the fierce aura, striding towards Shi Ya.