The Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron Chapter 439: Leave the sheep
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81_81261 In the painting, the old man is sitting cross-legged with a golden Buddha bead floating in front of him.
The Buddha beads are engraved with very complicated Sanskrit characters, exuding a strong Buddha nature. When they are swept by the Buddha's light, their hearts will be peaceful and people will worship.
It's like being baptized by the Buddha in the depths of the soul.
The spiritual pressure emanating from the Buddha beads is even more astonishing, far exceeding the level of an artifact, and can even compete with the Qiankun Thunder Sword.
Compared to it, the Golden Ring of Ghost Town is not as good.
The imprisoned ghost king shone under the golden light of the Buddha beads, his body was more painfully distorted, and his body exuded a strong ghost energy.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly, why was there ever a coma in his eyes? Totally deep and fierce color!
The old man in the painting sneered: "No more pretending to be in a coma? The Golden Ring of the Suppression of Ghosts can naturally make him fall into a coma and never wake up when dealing with ordinary ghost kings, but you are not an ordinary ghost king, how is this possible? Ignore?"
This person already knew that after the ghost king was imprisoned, he deliberately pretended to be in a coma, waiting for the other party to relax before taking the opportunity to shoot.
The ghost king roared in pain: "Who the **** are you? The golden ring to suppress ghosts is enough. Even Buddhist relics are there. Even a real Buddhist disciple is unlikely to have two half-grade spiritual weapons at the same time! "
The old man in the painting said with a straight face: "You don't need to ask about it."
After saying this, he placed his finger on the bead, and the bead swooped into the center of the other's forehead.
"Ah!! You want to control me with Buddhist relics! Don't even think about it!" The ghost king roared, a vortex of ghost energy appeared between his eyebrows, desperately resisting the invasion of the Buddha beads.
The corner of the old man's mouth in the painting evokes a sarcastic arc: "Beyond one's own ability!"
But seeing his hands and ten fingers rotate, the Buddhist relic turned into a golden ball, broke through the vortex to resist, and got into the vortex.
At this point, the old man in the painting stopped the seal and breathed a sigh of relief: "This Buddhist relic will exist in your inner world. As long as the old man's mind moves, the Buddhist power in the relic will burst open, and You turned to ashes in an instant! So, next, you should know what to do!"
The ghost king's face showed deep hatred, but more of it was panic.
Struggling again and again, his head is unwilling to lower his head: "Qinggui, see the master."
The old man in the painting smiled slightly: "Very good, as expected of a ghost who has been cultivating for many years, life is more important than dignity, there is no need to say more about this truth."
The ghost king has hatred in his heart, but his face is no longer disrespectful: "The green ghost dare not."
"Humph! This old man knows what you are thinking. Don't worry. When the old man returns to Kyushu, he will let you out. Now, do your best to help this old man enter the Heavenly Secret Pavilion and take the opportunity to return to Kyushu."
The ghost king rolled his eyes and said respectfully: "But according to the master's instructions."
"Well, now wait for my other servant to take out the celestial map from your body!" The old man in the painting said indifferently, after thinking about it, he said: "First take off the ghost-suppressing golden ring on your body, I'm just a soul body, Need to protect the law."
"Thank you, Master!" The Ghost King was ecstatic and stood behind the old man.
In the painting, the old man nodded his head and raised his hand, and the ghost-suppressing golden ring on the ghost king's body gradually loosened and turned into a palm-sized golden ring again, a floater, a void.
The old man in the painting raised his hand and shook it, ready to take back the golden ring.
A ghost vortex suddenly appeared in the ghost king's abdomen.
The old man in the painting was a little surprised: "Huh? It seems to be faster than I thought. Did you find the secret map so quickly?"
However, the eyes of the old man in the painting suddenly froze!
"No!"
In the vortex, a huge flame rushed out, straight towards the old man who was close at hand.
As soon as the old man passed away, his face turned cold: "Humph! The old man has underestimated you, you haven't died in the ghost king's body for three days!"
After speaking, an invisible ripple flooded away, ignoring the flame, and would pass it out of thin air and shoot at the person who was about to get out of the vortex.
Only hearing a scream, I saw a crimson figure, stumbled out, then broke through the ground without a word, and quickly escaped!
The old man in the painting snorted lightly: "The old man's soul attacked, but he didn't die?"
Xin Wuhen, such a strong person, is also instantly shattered.
Without saying a word, the old man slapped the ground with both palms, and the whole person bounced up, rushing straight to the ground at an astonishing speed, chasing the escaping person.
However, just as the old man left, a vortex appeared in the Ghost King's abdomen again!
A red-haired boy covered in a moon-white robe rushed out.
The moment he came out, he would float in the void without a word, and hold the ghost-suppressing golden ring, which had not been taken away in time, and then turned into an afterimage to escape into the sky.
Yes, just as it was about to break through the ground, there was a flash of wind above my head!
A translucent old man, standing in the air with positive and negative hands, looked down coldly, with a contemptuous sneer on his face: "I want to show this little trick to the old man?"
Su Yu's clone failed to deceive the other party!
"If you are hiding in the ghost king's belly, the old man can't help you, but since you came out, you will find your own way!" The old man in the painting said nothing, his eyes shot out an invisible radiation ripple.
It is this ripple, the incarnation of the traceless heart, that collapses in an instant.
Su Yu was caught off guard, unable to avoid the soul attack.
Yes, what makes the face of the old man in the painting suddenly change is that his own soul attack, like a mud bull into the sea, does not hurt the other party's soul at all!
"Who are you?" The old man's face in the painting suddenly froze, and at the same time, he secretly ordered the ghost king to take action!
The dark red eyes of the ghost king flashed fiercely, and the ghost claw suddenly slapped down, and a terrifying power second only to Feixian swept over.
Su Yu froze all over, and without hesitating, he unfolded Yu Tian Ya Yu and rose into the sky.
In the painting, the old man's face was gloomy, and he pressed his hands down fiercely. A soul attack far surpassed the previous one, transformed into an invisible giant palm, and slammed towards Su Yu's soul.
However, to the surprise of the old man in the painting, Su Yu was just a swaying figure, then rushed over as if nothing had happened!
The old man's soul attack does nothing to it.
The old man was shocked and subconsciously avoided.
Su Yu saw the opportunity and fled into the sky.
In an instant, his figure disappeared into the blue cloud.
"Green ghost! Catch me back immediately!" The old man in the painting shouted gloomily~IndoMTL.com~ The green ghost's eyes flashed, and a dark cloud suddenly appeared under his feet, carrying him through the air at a terrifying speed. go.
In the painting, the old man's eyes flickered and he didn't chase him. His eyes flashed with suspicion: "That young man, could it be that he is a puppet? The old man's soul attack has no effect at all!"
"It seems that most of Qi Ming was killed, and the celestial map is also in the hands of this place. There is also the golden ring of the ghost! It's unreasonable, the old man's Buddhist treasure was also stolen by the sheep!"
The old man's face is full of murderous intent: "The old man has prepared dozens of years of hard work, all of which have been taken away by that kid! If it is not for the old man who only has a soul attack, he must kill this son with his own hands!"
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Above the sea, a pair of azure wings cut through the sky, and a dark cloud behind them cut through the sky and chased wildly.
One person and one ghost, in the vast sea, chasing wildly.
The ghost king sneered: "Boy, this king has been reduced to the point of being a slave to others. It's all thanks to you. This king wants you to shred your corpse into ten thousand pieces!".