Three missiles dragging the blue energy tail flames hit the ghosts just revealed, knocking them back a few inches, but this attack not only failed to completely lose their shape, but ignited their anger. They let out inaudible screams of ordinary people, shattering the glass, and pulling the shaking yellow leaves off the treetops.

It is fixed how much magic a person can use in a day, because everyone's mental power is limited, and casting requires enough mental power to support it, just like consuming physical strength, and the energy consumed requires enough rest to recover. Now Salomon is very close to this limit.

But the mages always have a solution - after seeing that the magic missile cannot play a big role, he immediately pulled the king who was leaning against the wall and gasping for breath and ran away. I think no one can accuse Salomon of running away without fighting. Isn't it common for him to run away if he can't beat him? But unfortunately, these ghosts did not want Salomon to leave their sight, and the White family heirloom was still in Salomon's pocket.

"I... can run by myself!" Wang said breathlessly. Although he couldn't see it, he still tried his best to pull away his tired legs and run forward. He had read in the book what the person possessed by the ghost would end up. The ghosts chasing them were obviously very powerful evil spirits. He wanted to know now why the Venerable asked Salomon to recycle these ghost things. This was obviously not something they could deal with, and he did not expect to have good luck in the last time.

Now he misses the soft chairs in the cafe, which allow him to sit comfortably and eat some delicious snacks, rather than being covered in dirt, weak legs, and difficulty breathing like now.

Now the two are fleeing in a panic in the wasteland in the suburbs. None of them thought they would be so miserable one day. It was already a polite statement that they were running away with their heads in their arms. Anyone who saw their dusty appearance would feel that they were running for their lives.

Salomon ran and took out a piece of parchment from his waist pocket to tear it open. The silver magic particles attached to him and disappeared quickly. He took out another piece of parchment, and the same spell was cast on the King. After doing these things, he immediately slowed down, walked a few steps forward and turned around, putting his hands together.

"Go away!" Master Xiao Wang stopped after seeing Salomon stop. His face was filled with anxiety. Now he just wanted to find a public phone call to call Kama Taj and ask for assistance, "What do you want to do!"

"Fight! Brother Wang, now they can no longer possess them, we can have a big fight." Orange-red sparks appeared between Salomon's palms, and his hands were separated, and the lines made of several sparks danced and deformed between his palms.

"What? Are you crazy?" Master Xiao Wang's eyes widened.

"The Lord decrees that this action will only be known to us, and we cannot ask for assistance," said Salomon.

Three ring rings can control the magic of Emperor Weishan. He must not let other people in Kama Taj know about this. The function of the ring can be said to be a blasphemy against Emperor Weishan. If some stubborn members of Kama Taj know about this, the Supreme Master's plan to eliminate Emperor Weishan's worship will fail. Once such private matters are brought to the table, the Venerable will not do anything at that time.

Salomon absolutely supports the Supreme Master's plan. The sect master is not a god, and the sect master is just a transaction relationship. It is a relationship between an atheist from beginning to end. It is still the pride of those sect masters in the memory that Salomon accepted. He could not bear to have a "god" riding on his head at all times. If the Venerable had not explained to him, his own magic power could not be compared with the endless magic power of Weishan Emperor. He was more willing to use his own vitality to refine his magic power.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the ghosts that were rushing towards them madly, and continued to wave his fingers. The magic bundle formed by Weishandi's magic power became increasingly dense in his hands. The magic arc that burst out sparks formed between Salomon's palms. This was his most powerful magic flame shaping spell at present. I don't know whether these ghosts were strengthened by magic power or because of too many. From Salomon's perspective, these ghosts were flashing pink light around them. It should be the power that allowed them to stay in the world, but their feet were covered with black mist.

"The thief...return..." Seeing Salomon stopping, they also issued an ultimatum, "Return...you...return..."

When they gathered together, the black fog under their feet condensed and the temperature also decreased. On the streets that had just been drizzled, the water condensed with thin white ice.

"F*uck off!" Salomon threw out the magic chain, and the scorching positive energy magic kept jumping between the ghosts, making a squeaking sound like a scorching iron. Countless ghosts stopped and screamed.

"Die..." They rushed over, and they were greeted by a machete made of magic. Although Salomon was not very proficient in Bajiquan, he could still use a knife. He slashed the machete made of sparks at a ghost, and the body made of negative energy was cut a crack, but the other ghosts followed him knocked him over several occasions.

Just as the ghosts were about to pounce on them, one of them suddenly slapped one of them to the ground with one palm. After using the secret technique, Master Xiaowang was finally able to see the ghost's face clearly. When he saw that Salomon was about to suffer, he could no longer sit still. He blessed the body protection spell compiled by the Venerable from other magic books, and rescued Salomon with a tiger pounce.

"What should we do now?" Master Xiao Wang asked anxiously after dragging Salomon out, his face was about to be wrinkled. Since the Venerable did not want others to know about their actions, they would only solve this problem themselves.

"I..." Salomon didn't know what to do for a moment. These ghosts were the most powerful enemies they had encountered. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of cold air. When he opened his eyes again, he had made up his mind.

"Help me resist for a while and I can fix them." Salomon said, then reached into his pocket. When he touched the other two rings, the originally cold ring became warm.

Master Xiao Wang nodded seriously. Now the ghosts could no longer possess them. The magic he learned was enough to block the ghosts for a while. Salomon took his hand out of the bag. He opened his palms, and the orange and pink gems on the other two rings emitted a light that was difficult to divert his sight. He took a deep breath again and quickly put the other two rings on the middle and ring fingers of his right hand.

In an instant, the warm metal became hot, pressing against his fingers like red metal, and Salomon couldn't help but scream.

"Salomon!" Master Xiaowang turned his head quickly. He saw that Salomon knelt on the ground, and a flame of magic wrapped him inside. The corners of his robe were burnt yellow, and his long black curly hair was burned and twisted. The terrifying high temperature swelled the air and blew Master Xiaowang a few steps back.

The ghosts were even more indiscriminately, and a huge amount of magic easily destroyed their bodies. The skeletons formed by the spirit disintegrated in the air and turned into the purest magic.

"Don't get close to me!" Salomon shouted, but no one could hear his voice clearly, because the high temperature had turned his throat and tongue extremely dry, and the hot air burned his lungs. Every time he said a word, he couldn't help but retching, spitting out some thick and dark red liquid, but soon his throat would become extremely dry again, like rubbing sandpaper, Salomon could only make vague words that no one could understand. At this time, the skin on his hands had blisters, and the blood that flowed out instantly became dry.

The sweat dripping from his forehead was evaporated in an instant, his lips were tightened and cracked and peeled. Then, the high temperature further intensified, and Salomon let out another wail. Part of his skin on his body began to charred and carbonize, and the asphalt ground under his feet had even melted and softened. Severe dehydration and high temperature made Salomon's consciousness fall into chaos. Master Xiao Wang saw that his skin had become extremely yellow, layer after layer of skin became dry and fragile, and then it fell off, revealing the bright red muscle tissue that could not flow out from the bottom.

But even so, Salomon subconsciously raised his head. Although he could no longer see anything, he knew that in the void that ordinary people could not see, three faces appeared where magic power gathered.

A tiger, a man, and a woman.

Hogos, Ago Motorcycle and Oshutu.

"F*uck you, Weishandi." Salomon raised his hand. He felt that he could hear the friction between the dry bones and muscles, but he didn't say anything, because his vocal cords were covered with dried blood, and his tongue was stuck to his jaw by the blood, and he couldn't say any word at all.

Salomon unbuttoned the buckle of the holy skeleton cloth with his last power.
Chapter completed!