Chapter five hundred and eighty second Taoist rhyme manifested
Hearing Zhou Li's affirmative reply, Lin Ji's expression became extremely exciting.
There are wry smiles, sudden realizations, and... egg ache.
At this moment, he suddenly wanted to curse, not Zhou Liyi or Feng Zhiruo. They were enemies, and it was understandable that they wanted to kill him.
He wanted to scold himself for pretending that he had nothing to do. Why would there have been so many changes if he had oiled his soles earlier?
But the regret in his heart was only fleeting. The matter was over. Lin Ji was never a person who liked to regret.
After all, he does still have an unused trump card.
After driving away the negative emotions in his heart, Lin Ji looked around and couldn't see any clues.
"I remember that the Ghost King's City in Liangcheng was already a world of its own." Lin Ji said in confusion, "Your ghost domain is strong, but it still feels a bit uninteresting."
Zhou Li was a little surprised.
He couldn't understand why, in the situation he was in at this moment, Lin Ji only slumped for a moment and then became calm.
"Lin Ji... If you don't say anything else, just based on your courage, you are worthy of your reputation in Kyushu."
"Fellow Daoist Zhou is overly praised."
Zhou Lize said again: "Isn't the world that confused you just now a world of its own?"
Lin Ji shook his head slightly.
"If it is the Ghost King's City of Liangcheng Ghost King, no matter what Lin does now, he will never be able to break through the illusion of the Ghost Realm... And although Daoyou Zhou's is also the Ghost King's Realm, under Lin's full strength, it can break through it.
Open the illusion and see the true face of this ghost land."
Hearing this, Zhou Li almost felt incredible.
He looked at Lin Ji in surprise, then couldn't help but turn back and look at Feng Zhiruo in the distance behind him.
Then, he looked at Lin Ji again.
"What do you mean, my ghost kingdom is not strong enough?"
"That's what I mean." Lin Ji nodded.
Zhou Li's face turned a little darker.
"Then try again!"
After the words fell, Zhou Li suddenly raised his hand.
Lin Ji on the other side saw ghostly aura coming towards him from all directions.
He tried to dodge and move, but no matter how he evaded, there was no room for struggle in this ghost realm. This seemingly endless, almost self-contained method had firmly trapped Lin Ji in it.
After a few breaths, the ghost energy had completely surrounded Lin Ji, and Lin Ji could not even be seen.
And all of this is under Zhou Li's control.
After doing all this, feeling that Lin Ji was being constantly corroded by his ghostly aura, he sneered.
"That's all."
Afterwards, Zhou Li ignored Lin Ji and was trapped like this. For at least half an hour, the other party would die on the spot.
Therefore, Zhou Li turned to look at Feng Zhiruo, who was also captured by him into the ghost realm.
"Fellow Daoist Feng..." A somewhat malicious smile appeared on Zhou Li's face.
This smile made Feng Zhiruo's heart tremble.
Although she had long expected that she might die at the hands of Zhou Li, she did not expect that after using the Unification of Ten Thousand Ghosts, Zhou Li could actually use methods that could only be used by the Ghost King.
This was almost completely different from what she had guessed before, that it was stronger than the sixth realm but not yet the seventh realm.
And this moment's prediction finally led her to a situation where she was almost certain to die.
"Zhou Li, it seems you won't let me go." Feng Zhiruo sighed softly.
After seeing that someone as strong as Lin Ji could not hold up for a moment in Zhou Li's hands, Feng Zhiruo no longer had much intention to resist.
"If I let you go, the eyes of the Eternal Life Palace will soon fall on me." Zhou Li shook his head slightly, "In the hope that you and I will get to know each other, your soul will be divided into two and I will control it. From now on, you will be under my control."
I'm doing something... this way I can save your life."
Hearing this, Feng Zhiruo smiled mockingly.
Not only was he mocking Zhou Li, but he was also mocking himself.
"I don't understand the inheritance of Yin Gui Sect. The soul is divided into two, and I am no different from death."
"I will help you."
"No matter how destitute I am, Feng Zhiruo, I was still the second Supreme Elder of the Taiyi Sect, and I was also the person who once stood on the top of the Nine Provinces! Zhou Li, if you want to kill me, kill me. Stop talking nonsense."
Feng Zhiruo let out a long sigh and closed his eyes, already waiting for death.
Seeing this, Zhou Li let out a sigh of regret, then held a black sword in his hand.
"Even so, I'll give you a pleasure...ahhhhh!"
Before Zhou Li finished speaking, he suddenly screamed.
Feng Zhiruo on the other side heard the voice and opened his eyes suddenly, only to see the tip of a long sword, stained with dark blood, entering from Zhou Li's back and directly piercing his heart.
It came out from the chest again.
Then, Feng Zhiruo saw Lin Ji who had appeared behind Zhou Li at some point, expressionless and holding a long sword.
"I want you to die!"
Zhou Li turned around with a ferocious look on his face, holding the black sword tightly with both hands. The ghostly aura on the blade spread like a blazing flame.
He slashed hard at Lin Ji.
Not only that, the ghostly aura around him was as before, trapping Lin Ji in place, trying to make him unable to even struggle or dodge.
But when he saw the ghostly sword about to fall on Lin Ji, the corners of Lin Ji's mouth suddenly curved.
Whoosh!
The sound of breaking wind sounded, and the big knife fell into the air.
Zhou Li's hole shrank suddenly.
"How can it be?!"
He seemed to have difficulty understanding how Lin Ji escaped. This was his ghost realm, the realm of the ghost king, and the means of the seventh realm!
Why did that kid get away with it? How could he do so with ease?!
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Li looked up and found Lin Ji's location through the ghost field.
He raised his head and looked at the sky ahead.
With almost no hesitation, Zhou Li's body suddenly turned into ghost energy and disappeared, and then condensed into shape behind Lin Ji.
The same sword fell, this time, it was accompanied by an explosion of ghostly energy all around.
Peng! Peng!
The successive explosions were as dense as New Year firecrackers.
But Zhou Li's face was as gloomy as water, because this time, all his means once again fell into vain.
When he found Lin Ji's figure again, looking at Lin Ji holding a long sword and half-smiling, his face became even more ugly.
"How did you do it?" He couldn't understand.
As soon as he finished speaking, and before Lin Ji could answer, Zhou Li suddenly noticed that at this moment, something seemed to be wrapped around Lin Ji's body.
It was light, an inconspicuous thread-like light, some golden and some black, slowly floating around Lin Ji's body, accompanying Lin Ji's every move, but not leaving at all.
"What is that? Wait! Why is it so familiar?!"
Zhou Li frowned, feeling that he had felt this kind of aura before, but this was the first time he saw that golden and black thread-like light, so he had no clue for a while.
At the same time, Feng Zhiruo on the side had already widened his eyes.