Four hundred and thirtieth nine chapters go hand in hand
In the painting, an old man sits cross-legged with a golden Buddha bead floating in front of him.
The Buddhist beads are engraved with very complicated Sanskrit characters, exuding strong Buddha nature. Anyone who is swept by the Buddha's light will feel peaceful and make people worship.
It's like being baptized by the Buddha deep in the soul.
The spiritual pressure emitted from the beads is even more astonishing, far beyond the level of artifacts, and can even compete with the Universe Thunder Sword.
In comparison, the ghost-suppressing golden ring is not as good as it is.
The imprisoned ghost king, illuminated by the golden light of Buddha beads, his body became even more painfully twisted, and his whole body exuded a strong ghost aura.
Suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes. There was no hint of coma in his eyes. There was a deep and fierce look in them!
The old man in the painting sneered: "No more pretending to be comatose? The ghost-suppressing golden ring can naturally make an ordinary ghost king fall into a coma and never wake up. But you are not an ordinary ghost king. How can I ignore this?"
However, this person already knew that after the Ghost King was imprisoned, he deliberately pretended to be unconscious and waited for the other party to relax before taking action.
The Ghost King let out a painful roar in his throat: "Who are you? Just a ghost-suppressing golden ring. There are even Buddhist relics. Even a true Buddhist disciple is unlikely to have two half-grade spiritual weapons at the same time!"
The old man in the painting said with a calm expression: "You don't need to worry about this."
After saying this, he pointed his finger on the beads, and the beads swished towards the other person's eyebrows.
"Ah!! You want to use Buddhist relics to control me! Don't even think about it!" The Ghost King roared, and a whirlpool of ghost energy appeared between his eyebrows, desperately resisting the invasion of Buddhist beads.
The old man in the painting has a sarcastic curve on his lips: "You don't overestimate your capabilities!"
But when he saw the ten fingers of his hands turning around, the Buddhist relic turned into a golden ball, broke through the vortex and got into the vortex.
At this point, the old man in the painting stopped making seals and breathed a sigh of relief: "This Buddhist relic will exist in your inner world. As long as I have a thought, the Buddha's power in the relic will explode, and you will be instantly
Turn into ashes! So, next, you should know what to do!"
The Ghost King's face showed deep hatred, but more of it was fear.
After struggling again and again, his head refused to bow: "Qinggui, pay homage to the master."
The old man in the painting smiled slightly: "Very good, he is indeed a ghost who has been practicing for many years. Life is more important than dignity. This truth goes without saying."
The ghost king was filled with hatred, but his face showed no sign of disrespect: "The green ghost doesn't dare."
"Hmph! I know what you are thinking. Don't worry. When I return to Kyushu, I will let you live. Now do your best to help me enter the Tianji Shen Pavilion and take the opportunity to return to Kyushu."
The Ghost King rolled his eyes and said respectfully: "But it depends on the master's orders."
"Well, now wait for my other servant to take out the secret map from your body!" The old man in the painting said indifferently, then thought for a moment and then said: "First take off the ghost-suppressing golden ring on your body. I am only a soul body and need a protector.
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"Thank you, Master!" The Ghost King was ecstatic and stood respectfully behind the old man.
The old man in the painting nodded his head and raised his hand, and the ghost-suppressing golden ring on the ghost king gradually loosened and turned into a palm-sized golden ring again, floating in the void.
At the moment when the old man in the painting raised his hand and shook it, preparing to take back the golden ring.
A whirlpool of ghost energy suddenly appeared in the Ghost King's abdomen.
The old man in the painting was slightly surprised: "Huh? It seems to be faster than I imagined. Did you find the secret map so quickly?"
However, the eyes of the old man in the painting suddenly condensed!
"wrong!"
I saw a huge flame rushing out of the whirlpool, heading straight towards the old man who was very close at hand.
The old man's expression turned cold at first, and he said, "Humph! I underestimate you. You've been in the ghost king's body for three days and you're still not dead!"
After saying this, an invisible ripple filled the air, ignoring the flames, and flew past it out of thin air, towards the person who was about to escape from the whirlpool.
Just after hearing a scream, a crimson-colored figure stumbled out, then broke through the ground without saying a word, and ran away quickly!
The old man in the painting exclaimed: "My soul attack, you didn't die?"
Strong men like Xin Wuhen also had their souls shattered in an instant.
Without saying a word, the old man slapped the ground with both palms, and his whole body was ejected, rushing straight to the ground at an astonishing speed, chasing the escaping person.
However, just as the old man left, a vortex appeared again in the Ghost King's belly!
A red-haired young man in moon-white robes ran out wildly.
The moment he came out, without saying a word, he grabbed the ghost-suppressing golden ring floating in the void before it could be taken away, and then turned into an afterimage and escaped into the sky.
But, at the moment when it was about to break through the ground, there was a flash of wind shadow above its head!
A translucent old man stood in the air with his hands up and down, looking down coldly, with a contemptuous sneer on his face: "You want to show me this little trick of attacking east and west?"
Su Yu's clone failed to deceive the other party!
"If you were hiding in the world inside the ghost king's belly, I can't do anything to you, but now that you have come out, you are seeking your own death!" The old man in the painting said nothing, and his eyes shot out an invisible ripple of radiation.
It was this ripple, the incarnation of Xin Wuhen, that collapsed in an instant.
Su Yu was caught off guard and unable to avoid the soul attack.
However, what made the old man's face in the painting change suddenly was that his own soul attack was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it did not hurt the opponent's soul at all!
"Who are you?" The face of the old man in the painting suddenly condensed, and at the same time, he secretly ordered the Ghost King to take action!
The ghost king's dark red eyes flashed sharply, and the ghost claws suddenly slapped down, and a terrifying power second only to the flying immortal swept over.
Su Yu's whole body shivered, and without thinking, he unfolded the Tianya Yu, which was so close to him, and soared into the sky.
The old man in the painting had a gloomy face, and he pressed down hard with his hands. A soul attack that far exceeded the previous one, transformed into an invisible giant palm, and slapped away at Su Yu's soul.
However, what surprised the old man in the painting was that Su Yu just wavered and rushed over as if nothing had happened!
The old man's soul attack had no effect on him at all.
The old man was shocked and subconsciously avoided it.
Su Yu saw the opportunity and fled into the sky.
In an instant, his figure disappeared into the blue clouds.
"Green Ghost! Get it back to me immediately!" the old man in the painting ordered gloomily.
Qing Gui's eyes flashed, and a dark cloud suddenly appeared at his feet, carrying him away through the sky at a terrifying speed.
However, the old man in the painting glanced at him and did not pursue him. His eyes flickered with uncertainty: "Is that young man a puppet? My soul attack has no effect at all!"
"From this point of view, Qi Ming was most likely killed, and the map of heaven's secrets most likely fell into the hands of this place... and the ghost-suppressing golden ring! It's unreasonable that my Buddhist treasure was also stolen!"
The old man's face was full of murderous intent: "I have prepared for decades of hard work, but that kid took it all away! If I hadn't only attacked with my soul, I would have killed this kid with my own hands!"
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Above the sea, a pair of green wings cut through the sky, and behind them, a dark cloud broke through the sky and chased them madly.
One person and one ghost, chasing each other crazily across the vast sea.
The Ghost King laughed ferociously: "Boy, I have fallen to the point of being a slave to others. It's all thanks to you. I want you to be cut into pieces!"