Chapter 19: Ghost King Lan Yu (2)

"Although the master has a strange treasure, he has no weapons. If there is really a big monster in Nanjing, the master will be able to protect himself, but he cannot retreat to the enemy. According to subordinates, the master should personally refine a good weapon." Bai Yunfei quickly gave up his advice.

Fang Chen thought about it and it seemed that this was true. He had a fire gourd. Although he was a good treasure, he was a pity that his own strength was not good and could not exert all the power of the spiritual treasure. A demon-suppressing tower was OK, but it was a pity that he had enough defense and insufficient offense. He sighed and said, "Although I have the means, I don't have the best materials. Last time I refined a demon-suppressing tower, I snatched it from someone else's hand. Hey, there is it." Fang Chen suddenly clapped his hands and laughed. When the gourd moved, ten black banners suddenly appeared in Fang Chen's hand, but the Ten Thousand Ghost Soul-killing Banners snatched from Zhe Xifeng's hand.

Fang Chen touched it and nodded, "Although Zhexifeng is not good, this guy is quite good. It is actually made of Taiyi Jingjin. I don't know where he snatched it from. How much steel did he use! In the end, it was cheaper for me." Fang Chen's eyes were full of greedy eyes. If you want pure gold, you have to use steel. A ton of steel can only bring up less than a pound of Taiyi Jingjin. Now everything has increased, and even the meat has increased to more than ten yuan per pound, let alone steel. Ten large banners also have about ten kilograms of Taiyi Jingjin, which is obviously enough.

At that moment, Baiyun flew back to the Demon-Suppressing Tower, and he borrowed hundreds of kilograms of steel from the nearby steel field overnight, dissolved Taiyi fine gold with Chaos Spirit Fire, and added it to the steel. In less than a few hours, he turned into an iron stick of two feet long and two feet long, the baby's arm was thick. Fang Chen was bent and shot out a trace of merit from the purple palace. He waved it slightly, but saw a gust of wind, falling down with a colorful light. Fang Chen nodded, and the stick could be airtight and had a large blow surface. What's more, he was looking for merit and reliance on the undead. He added merit golden light to his weapons. Only by smashing it can he consume the opponent's strength at every moment.

Seeing that the weapons were done, Fang Chen didn't wait for Si Xue to come back, but just left a letter. He went to Jinling and flew to the east with a red cloud. It took only two hours to take the train from Jiangcheng to Jinling. Tengyun's speed was far higher than the train, and he arrived over Jinling in less than half an hour.

"Huh! What kind of formation is this?" Fang Chen had just arrived above Jinling City and looked at the foot of Jinling City, and found that Jinling City was really extraordinary. "Hua Yutai? Why is it here?" A black air was seen rising straight into the sky, and there was a vague evil aura rushing into the sky. In the cold wind, the sound of ghosts crying and howling from the wolf reached the nine heavens.

Fang Chen frowned and lowered the clouds in the secluded place of Huayutai. The iron rod in his hand slowly hit the ground, his face was solemn and without any wind, he walked towards the monument.

He frowned and suddenly shouted coldly at the monument: "Since you have seen me, don't you come out yet?"

"A rookie who has not even arrived in the God Transformation Stage, actually wants to come to subdue demons and eliminate demons?" A fierce voice said: "Young man, seeing that you have good qualifications, I think you have just left the mountain gate! Didn't your elders tell you that Jinling can't come?"

"Why?"

"Because our king is here." A black smoke suddenly spewed out in front of the monument, turning into an ancient general wearing armor, holding a ghost-headed sword in his hand, and there was a scar on his face, from the center of his eyebrows to the chin, turning his entire face in half.

"Who is your king? I didn't expect you to become an entity." Fang Chen frowned, and a subordinate had already become an entity. Obviously, the guy who claimed to be the king was even more powerful.

"Haha, our king is the Ghost King of Jinling, and I am the vanguard officer Lan Xin." Lan Xin suddenly slashed the big sword in his hand towards Fang Chen.

A stream of black smoke squeezing a fierce aura rushed towards him. Fang Chen seemed to see countless soldiers lying on the endless wilderness, some turned around, some broke their belly, and thousands of arrows piercing their hearts; he also saw countless shouts of killing coming towards him, which made Fang Chen's purple palace shake, and blood-red light filled the purple palace in an instant, and the soul suddenly became uneasy, as if it was about to rush out of the mud ball. At this moment, a colorful light came out of the purple palace, and Fang Chen suddenly felt a cold flowing into his whole body, and suddenly felt a cold sweat behind him. He quickly paused, and the red clouds slowly lifted it into the air, and immediately dodged the sharp knife.

"What a powerful murderous aura." Fang Chen sighed: "I'm afraid that killing people is like a slap, but that's it! If you have such aura, you're probably not an ordinary person when you're alive!"

Seeing that Fang Chen avoided the killing of his own sword, Lan Xin sighed: "You are not an ordinary cultivator. For many years, I don't know how many cultivators died under this sword. I will not hide it from you. I did not hide it from you. I once followed the king to attack Mongolia in the north, and once captured the Mongolian emperor alive with his own hands, swept the desert, and was invincible. This is how we achieved today."

Fang Chen nodded and smiled and said, "I guess who your king is. I think your armor is the armor of the former Ming Dynasty. Your surname is Lan. During the former Ming Dynasty, only General Lan Yu could attack Mongolia in the north. No wonder he could sit in the underworld of Jinling, called himself a lonely man and a widow, and he would take away ghosts at will, and even the King of Hell dared not care about it."

Lan Xin laughed proudly and said, "To be honest, this is the blame for Zhu Yuanzhang's murderer and Liu Bowen, the fake Taoist priest. If they hadn't built Jinling like this, how could my king be called a lonely man? He wouldn't even dare to ask about the underworld."

"Why is this?" Fang Chenqi asked.

"You need to know, just come down and ask my king in person!" The ghost-headed sword in his hand raised and shouted suddenly: "Shoot the arrow!" There were countless teams of black-clothed arrows suddenly appeared out of thin air. Countless sharp arrows came through the air, causing a whistling wave, and a vague black light could be seen, which was obviously not ordinary sharp arrows. At least the equipment was much stronger than Fang Chen's Pojun.

Fang Chen smiled bitterly, and the June return was almost over. At that moment, he had to sacrifice a fire red gourd, and the fiery red light shone on it. He thought about it and sacrificed the Demon-Suppressing Tower. He saw silver light lingering and colorful light hanging down, but he attached the golden light of merit to the Demon-Suppressing Tower. Countless lights protected Fang Chen from the wind and rain.

"Look at my method." Seeing countless sharp arrows shooting on Fang Chen, there was no harm at all, and they fell down several feet away, turning into flying smoke. Fang Chen was confident, and the iron rod in his hand also had a ray of colorful light, falling from the sky, causing a whistling sound, and smashed it down at Lan Xin.

When Lan Xin saw Fang Chen sacrifice two protective magic weapons, he knew that his opponent was not a simple character and had already been ready to fight back. However, what he did not expect was that the weapon used by the opponent was not the flying sword used by ordinary monks, but was an iron rod, with huge inertia, coming down from the air.
Chapter completed!