Tiger Lord is worshiped by the Baoding branch of the White Lotus Sect. He possesses magical powers and can attract monsters and attract people's yang energy through magic tricks.
Although he cannot communicate with gods, he still has the ability to communicate with demons.
What's more, according to legend, he also has an extremely powerful magic weapon that can provide greater deterrence at critical moments.
During the growth of the White Lotus Sect, Master Hu used his magic to kill many opponents within the sect. It can be said that every time he tried, he was successful, and his status in the sect also continued to rise.
Even the head of the branch church in charge of Baoding Prefecture in Beizhili Province was very respectful to Mr. Hu and did not dare to slack off.
Therefore, in the eyes of Fatty Wang and others, their master "Master Tiger" cannot fail.
He is a symbol of invincibility.
But no one expected that he would actually vomit blood and sit down at this moment.
Could it be that the enemy is so powerful?
"Impossible!" It was Master Hu who spoke.
After he vomited out the blood, his body recovered as before. He stood up, pushed aside the help of others, took out a mahogany sword from the table, and shouted: "Although he broke my formation, he is a brave man.
How can you know the mystery of the formation! See me break it!"
After saying that, he burned a rune he had prepared a long time ago, put it into a bowl of water, then picked it up and poured it into his mouth.
Then he spit it out suddenly, and all the water droplets fell on the peach wood sword.
"Watch me use my magical powers to kill this young man..."
Mr. Hu shouted loudly.
At this moment, a voice came: "I'm afraid you won't be able to use that formation, because I'm already here!"
This sound came from the yard.
Master Hu, several disciples, as well as Du Liangsheng and others were shocked, and all went out to look outside.
I saw a young man standing in the middle of the yard with his hands behind his back.
Under the cool moonlight, a harmless smile appeared.
But the other people in the room were shocked.
Because that person was Feng Zhou whom they were planning to cast a spell to kill.
Feng Zhou looked at the courtyard with great interest and said with a smile: "Boss Du, although the guy you invited is not very good, he has killed a lot of people. There are more than thirty formations arranged in this courtyard.
Human beings are full of ghosts and ghosts."
After saying that, he waved his sleeves gently.
"boom!"
It seemed that the air in the courtyard had been sucked out, and there seemed to be a strange fluctuation. In short, there was a roar, and it suddenly became quiet.
"Pfft!"
Master Hu spit out a mouthful of blood, and the peach wood sword Fengshi in his hand broke into several sections.
The entire courtyard seemed to have been half looted by the typhoon, and the ground was in a mess.
Everyone couldn't help but be shocked.
He just waved lightly and had this effect. If the target were everyone in the room, would everyone still have a chance to survive?
"Why did I provoke such a big dragon!" Du Liangsheng's face was horrified, his heart was frightened, and he couldn't help but fall into deep regret.
At this time, Master Hu had already woken up. Seeing this miserable situation, he roared:
"I will cut you into pieces."
After speaking, he took out a clay pot, muttered something in his mouth, and smashed it directly on the ground.
"Master!"
Fatty Wang's expression changed, and he couldn't help but take a step back, for fear that he would also fall into the formation.
But it's too late.
A vast and ancient sound sounded in the courtyard, a ghost crying and wolf howling with resentment.
In an instant, the entire courtyard with a radius of dozens of meters suddenly turned into a ghost.
Hundreds of ghosts roam the streets, and thousands of souls devour the heart.
"What's this?"
Du Liangsheng couldn't help shouting in horror.
He originally thought that formations and the like would only allow opponents to fall into the formation, and nothing would happen to their own side.
Little did they know that even they themselves were caught in the battle.
What kind of spell is this?
Could it be that Mr. Tiger wants to kill two birds with one stone, kill them all, and monopolize the industry here?
"Haha, yes, it is indeed quite scary. Old man, what are you talking about?" Feng Zhou still stood with his hands behind his hands and asked with a smile.
"Feng, you are very powerful, but in my formation, you can't escape! This is the dark sky and the dark earth, and the souls of all ghosts. This is the magic weapon of Huang Tian's lineage of my White Lotus Sect, the "Soul Seizing Jar".
You're dead!" Master Hu sneered darkly.
After listening to what Mr. Hu said, Feng Zhou didn't seem to be worried at all, but everyone else started to tremble.
Du Liangsheng, Fatty Wang and others are all middle-level people in the White Lotus Sect. Unlike the foolish men and women below who only shout "Vacuum hometown, birthless mother", they have heard of the power of this "soul-stealing jar".
Made by Luo Qing, the first pope of the White Lotus Sect.
Although Pope Luo advocates inaction and promotes the teachings of his hometown, he is able to run rampant in this world, accumulate huge prestige, and be supported by countless people because of his own powerful strength and the creation of countless magic weapons.
"Soul Seizing Jar? This name is really scary." Feng Zhou said with a slight smile.
"Young man named Feng, please meet my baby." Mr. Tiger laughed wildly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a black mist flew out of the gloomy ghost world. This black mist kept changing its shape, like thousands of human faces. From the black mist came one after another shrill screams, like the Nine Netherworlds of Hell.
The evil spirit escaped.
"So scary?"
Du Liangsheng sat in Dingxing Ruoyitang and had seen many majestic dragons crossing the river, but when had he ever seen such a terrifying thing?
Fatty Wang has been following Master Hu for many years, and although he has learned a lot of things one after another, he has never seen this set of terrifying spells before.
At this moment, everyone was scared out of their wits and stood trembling next to Master Hu.
"The mage is indeed a mage. Mr. Tiger can exorcise gods, control ghosts, and control thunder. I have seen such magical powers in my lifetime, and I will die without regrets." Du Liangsheng was trembling and said these flattering words insincerely.
"Yes, you actually know this method of mine." Master Hu nodded proudly.
He glanced around and was very satisfied with everyone's fearful attitude. But when he saw Feng Zhou's indifferent expression, he couldn't help but become angry and said sternly:
"Boy, aren't you afraid?"
When Master Hu asked this question, not only himself, but also several people around him looked at Feng Zhou as if he were an idiot.
It's already come to this time, why are you pretending to be a martial arts master? Is it possible that you are not afraid at all when you see such a master of ghost control? Unless you are scared out of your wits!
Mr. Tiger laughed heartily, with a proud look on his face.
Surrounded by soaring ghosts, and outside so dark that you can't even see your fingers, it feels like you have fallen from heaven to hell in an instant. No matter how indifferent you are, how can you not be afraid?
But Feng Zhou turned a blind eye and let the ghosts roar around him, as if he didn't care.
"Haha, I see you are about to die, can you still be arrogant?"
When Mr. Hu saw this, he couldn't help but become furious.
He squeezed the magic formula fiercely, his silver hair grew angry, and he pointed his sword at the black mist. After the black mist trembled for a while, it seemed to be reluctant, and slowly flew towards Feng Zhou.
Seeing the fierce ghost rushing towards Feng Zhou, everyone let out a sigh of relief and widened their eyes, thinking that Feng Zhou was doomed.
"Are you just a ghost?" Feng Zhou suddenly laughed out loud.
He laughed and shook his head.
"I thought you had some earth-shattering ability? It turns out you just rely on a ghost pot. Although this is a humble magic weapon made by Luo Qing, but with your own ability, I'm afraid you can't control this ghost, right?"
"You are the only one who is still famous in the White Lotus Sect. How can you not make people laugh out loud if word spreads about it?"
"Well, let me show you what magic is!"
Feng Zhou stood there, waved his sleeves and shouted softly:
"Thunder comes!"
Suddenly, the void was electrified, thunder exploded, and the whole courtyard was filled with daylight!
In this formation that is isolated from the outside world, Feng Zhou holds thunder and lightning in his hand to overwhelm the God of Thunder!