Chapter 647 Fierce Battle with Yang Yuankui

Author: Youth Evening News

Chapter 647 Fierce Battle with Yang Yuankui

I don't know what the relationship between Yang Yuankui and Guizun is.

Things have developed to this point, and the Ghost Lord still hasn't shown up.

It seems that now we must take action against Yang Yuankui.

"Yang Yuankui! As the head of Maoshan, you have done such an outrageous thing. Don't you think you will be punished by God?"

"God's punishment?" After hearing this, Yang Yuankui raised a sneer on his lips: "In this world, only the strong can dominate everything!"

"A good guy? A hero? Worthless in my opinion."

"Look at your grandpa, isn't he dead now for what he did? Look at me! I'm alive and well! I still have such a powerful power!"

Good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years.

This sentence could not be more appropriate to apply to Yang Yuankui.

I looked at Yang Yuankui coldly and said, "Since God won't accept you! Then I will do justice for God!"

I unfolded the portrait of the Celestial Master and said to Mr. Ma and others, "Help me buy a minute!"

Mr. Ma nodded in agreement and pressed his hands to ask the gods to make the decision.

Wang Cheng took out his mahogany sword and pointed it at Yang Yuankui.

Everyone opened up their stance and launched an attack on Yang Yuankui.

Yang Yuankui waved his hand, and the people who had been soul-sucked started to move. The next moment, everyone came like a tide.

Upon seeing this, Colorful Butterfly clasped her hands together, then slowly unfolded them, and countless colorful butterflies flew out from the palms of her hands.

I quickly shouted to Cai Die: "Cai Die! Don't hurt them!"

Cai Die turned around, pouted in dissatisfaction, and said, "Of course Cai Die knows!"

Colorful butterflies flew in the air, and then surrounded everyone. A burst of colorful light flashed, and everyone collapsed to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

This makes me a little surprised. These people have lost their souls. Why can they still be hypnotized by colorful butterflies?

Now is not the time to think about these things. I formed the sword formula with my hand and pointed at the portrait of the Heavenly Master on the ground.

The portrait of the Heavenly Master shone with golden light and slowly floated up from the ground.

Mr. Ma, Wang Cheng, and Cai Die are fighting against these walking corpses that have been controlled by Yang Yuankui.

Hua Xiu came to Yang Yuankui.

Hua Xiu's corpse energy surged around her body, and she raised her pink fist and struck Yang Yuankui.

Yang Yuankui turned his right hand, and a talisman appeared in his hand.

"Thousand-year-old zombies! It's really difficult to deal with, but...this excellent corpse-suppressing talisman is enough to suppress you!"

Just when Hua Xiu's fist was about to touch Yang Yuankui's body, Yang Yuankui's figure disappeared in an instant.

Hua Xiu looked stern, turned around suddenly, and punched behind him.

Yang Yuankui waved his hand, and a magic circle stood in front of him.

Rumble!

The fist collided with the magic circle, causing a loud noise.

The magic circle was instantly defeated by Hua Xiu, and Yang Yuankui fought with him while holding the magic seal.

At this moment, all my thoughts are on the portrait of the Heavenly Master.

Wang Cheng is right, this portrait contains a trace of the soul of Zhang Tianshi from Longhu Mountain.

And just now Xu Tianxuan told me that with this portrait, I can invite Master Zhang out.

As long as Zhang Tianshi is invited out, the difficulties we are facing will be easily solved.

This is also equivalent to asking God.

However, this time the invitation to the gods relied on the portrait of the Heavenly Master as a medium.

The portrait of the Heavenly Master slowly rose into the sky, and then burst out with a beam of dazzling golden light.

I sat cross-legged, holding Dharma seals with my hands, and chanting something in my mouth.

Yang Yuankui felt the awe-inspiring aura emanating from the portrait of the Heavenly Master, and his expression became a little serious.

He waved his sleeves and robe, and endless black mist spread out from the sleeves and robe.
Chapter completed!