Wang Fu also saw that this old and vicious ghost was not just empty-handed.
An upright grimace is definitely not an illusion, but the opponent's true form.
"Bless yourselves!"
After the conflict just now, Wang Fu has made up his mind not to hang out with this group of people.
Now that a powerful enemy appeared, Wang Fu's first reaction was to turn around and leave.
Mu Yuanqing didn't regard him as one of his own, and now that he was in trouble, Wang Fu didn't want to get involved. This is called reciprocating a favor.
But……
Wang Fu still overestimated Mu Yuanqing's virtue. The most he thought about was that he didn't owe each other anything, but the other party wanted his life!
"The stars have changed!"
Mu Yuanqing reacted immediately and raised his hand to cast a spell on Wang Fu.
This change was so sudden that except for Mu Yuanqing himself, the disciples of Sanqing Hall next to him did not react.
Why?
Shouldn't Senior Brother Mu be attacking old evil spirits? Why did he attack the people of Thunder Fire Palace instead?
A huge force enveloped Wang Fu's body, and his target seemed to be in the direction of the old evil spirit.
Wang Fu instantly understood that he was going to be used as a scapegoat to test the evil spirit of old age.
"brute!"
Wang Fu felt angry. I won't mess with you, but you treat me like a weakling. Do you really think I'm a vegetarian?
"Shaping spell!"
Wang Fu hurriedly completed the spell, and the fixed spell flew out, hitting Mu Yuanqing in the middle.
In the blink of an eye, Mu Yuanqing's spellcasting was interrupted, and he was caught off guard and stood frozen on the spot.
The spell on Wang Fu was instantly dispelled, and he didn't even stop. He immediately released the fairy horse Shengyan, and stepped on the wind technique under his feet.
Then, he ran away in a flash.
"Senior Brother Mu!"
The disciples of Sanqing Palace next to him suddenly woke up from a dream and stepped forward to respond.
However, the shaping curse was so powerful that it still took Mu Yuanqing more than ten breaths to break free after practicing the second song.
"woo woo woo woo!"
The huge grimace above the head began to show a sad expression, and tears rolled down from its eyes, turning into large black rain and falling down.
In the blink of an eye, everyone was enveloped in black rain.
"Wang Fu, don't even think about running away!"
Mu Yuanqing became angry from embarrassment, and after roaring, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and bear the black rain falling from the old evil ghost.
"Go to hell with your mother, you want to trick me, there's no way!"
Wang Fu flew some distance away, stopped, took out the invisibility charm and covered himself.
He decided not to leave. He couldn't swallow this breath and would easily get sick if he held it in his heart.
Do you really think that the three of Wei Zhongyuan alone can break out of the ghost realm and kill the evil ghost of grinding mirror?
How much work Wang Fu has done on this matter, haven't these people seen it?
When things came to a head, the desire for gain filled their hearts, and everyone became a betrayer.
Wang Fu took a few breaths, performed the Turtle Breathing Technique, and immediately fell into a state of suspended animation.
Coupled with the cover of the invisibility talisman, his presence completely disappeared from this area.
The battle in the field has reached a fever pitch.
That looming ghostly face seems to be the real body of an old and evil ghost. Apart from a face, it has no limbs or torso, only the face and facial features.
At first, the grimace showed a sad expression, and a black rain fell.
A certain Sanqing Temple disciple couldn't dodge and was caught by a few drops of black rain. His clothes began to dissolve, and he screamed again and again.
The companion next to him was far behind, and watched helplessly as his skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs melted into a puddle of black water.
As for Mu Yuanqing, his attack was in vain. The spell landed on the ghost's face, only creating a few ripples, and then disappeared without a trace.
"Hahahaha!"
The grimace changed again, from the previous one on his back, to a sinister sneer.
The black rain disappeared, but the sound waves turned into sharp cones, piercing everyone's ears, as if drilling through their foreheads, causing their brains to burst and die.
"Senior Brother Mu, save me!"
A Sanqing Temple disciple couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground rolling, covering his ears with his hands, and suddenly became stiff and motionless.
Someone turned him over and saw that his brains had melted and flowed out of his seven orifices.
Mu Yuanqing was extremely angry and pointed to the top of his head, "The earth is shaking and the sky is shining!"
As he cast spells and recited spells, the jade pendants hanging around his neck, the jade seals worn around his waist, and the jade rings attached to his clothing and accessories all emitted jade light, gathering like flowing water on his fingertips.
brush!
The jade light condensed into a beam and rose straight into the air, piercing the ghost face's eyebrows.
Poof!
The beam of light was sharp beyond imagination, easily piercing the grimace between the eyebrows.
"Ugh!"
The grimace was stung, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured. His expression turned into an angry one, and his eyebrows were raised as if they were burning.
Puff puff!
As far as the ghostly face could see, flames appeared in the air, as if they had eyes, and they were specifically directed towards the disciples of Sanqing Hall and attached themselves to them.
"Senior Brother Wei!"
Wei Zhongyuan used the magical weapon to continuously extinguish the fire, but the fire continued to fall from his head.
A scream was heard in the ears, and a certain companion was rolling on the ground, his whole body covered in fire, the less it became, the more intense it became.
These fires burned fiercely, but the disciples who were hit did not smell burning, they just rolled on the ground and screamed.
After a while, the screams stopped, and the disciple's complexion turned red, and he died of exhaustion of essence and blood.
At the moment of his death, the fire suddenly went out.
Wei Zhongyuan was horrified when he saw it. This was the horror of the old evil spirit. In front of him, the disciples below the level of Qu Qu, no matter how high their cultivation level or how powerful their spells were, were just ants that could be easily destroyed.
"Earthquake and Skylight!"
After a short period of energy accumulation, Mu Yuanqing fired a second beam of light, aiming at Ghost Face's left eye.
brush!
This time, the grimace seemed to be afraid, and he quickly closed his left eye, and his eyelids fell down like roller shutters to protect his eyeballs.
However……
"change!"
Mu Yuanqing bent his fingers, and the originally straight beam of light instantly curved into a snake shape, changed its target, and pierced into Ghost Face's right eye.
There was a muffled sound.
The beam is as sharp as a needle and penetrates deep into the eyeball effortlessly.
The grimace showed a painful reaction, the whole face was wrinkled, the eyebrows were raised, and the eyes were narrowed until there was only a slit left.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
This old and vicious ghost was really angered at this moment.
The huge grimace suddenly opened its mouth and spit out a cloud of black wind, which swept towards Mu Yuanqing and others.
"not good!"
When Mu Yuanqing saw this, a picture flew out of his chest, and it was a ghost drawn with colored pens.
Two ghost claws stretched out from the painting and instantly held Mu Yuanqing in the center. The fingers were tightly closed without any gaps.
The other Sanqing Temple disciples did not have similar means. Although they each released defensive means, they were all broken one by one like eggshells by the black wind.
"Servant ghost!"
Wang Fu recognized Mu Yuanqing's method of self-protection. In this case, he had nothing to fear.
"Five ghosts obey orders!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Five groups of ghost heads appeared and turned into a whirlwind, taking away Wei Zhongyuan who was struggling to hold on.
"Senior Brother Wei!"
Wei Zhongyuan's vision went dark, and the shouts of his fellow disciples remained in his ears. Finally, with a plop, he fell into the dark well water.
That's right, Wang Fu threw him directly into the well, and the love of a tea ball was worth that.
At the same time, the black wind swept down, and the remaining Sanqing Palace disciples died horribly, quickly shrank and withered, and then turned into countless particles and shattered to the ground.
Apart from Wei Zhongyuan, Mu Yuanqing was the only one left at the scene.