Bathed in the thunder and lightning, Lin Xiaoyang, furious and full of fighting spirit, strode towards the two remaining elders in Maoshan.
The lightning on her body is getting stronger and stronger, and there are signs of losing control and running wild, and she seems to be unable to control it.
"Lao Qi!"
"You bitch, are you a grandmaster?"
"Two Grandmasters?"
"Master Qin of the Hundred-Step Divine Fist?!"
Seeing the seventh elder turned into a charred corpse, Elder Liu holding a drum with a human face, and the green-eyed old man of the fifth elder controlling Xia Qinglan, all felt their scalps numb and their hearts stopped beating.
The green-eyed old man never expected that this arrogant woman was a cultivator with master-level combat power, and that even a human face and a drum could not suppress her soul.
What's even more disappointing is that the other boy they don't take seriously is Master Qin!
And it’s probably Master Qin who is famous in Jiangbei!
On the other hand, Liu Mengyao came back again and again with cold and proud eyes, while the five masters of the Murong family never returned and had been completely eliminated by her.
The mana fluctuations in her body are also comparable to those of a grandmaster.
"Three Grandmasters!"
"Liu Mengyao, you already have master-level combat power? How is this possible!"
Feeling the terrifying zhenqi fluctuations in Liu Mengyao's palm, the green-eyed old man's thin body trembled again, completely unable to believe his eyes.
"Don't bring about your own destruction, release him immediately."
Qin Fan's eyes were like daggers, and he stared at the green-eyed old man: "As long as you let him go, I am willing to let you go today."
"We are all master-level figures, and we keep our word!"
Liu Mengyao frowned, why did Qin Fan change his words?
She didn't know that Qin Fan had already seen that the green-eyed old man had a trump card.
The Sixth Elder was frightened and said tremblingly: "Fifth Senior Brother, those are three masters at the master level. How about we let him go?"
Today, if the hostages are not released or killed, they will definitely end up here and disappear into ashes.
Three master-level cultivators, that's no joke.
However, the green-eyed old man looked around at the three people, but he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "I never thought that I would be besieged by three masters with master-level combat power one day! This kind of treatment is probably unique in this world, what an honor!"
"Master Qin! Liu Mengyao! And that stinky woman who killed my seventh junior brother, do you think we in Maoshan didn't take the grandmaster into consideration when we acted tonight?"
"Our grandmaster is also under our consideration for this operation. We have to take this girl with us. Even if the grandmaster comes, he cannot stop us from Maoshan."
As he spoke, the green-eyed old man held a clay pot about the size of his head on his waist.
"What is that?" Liu Mengyao asked, instinctively feeling a strong sense of crisis towards that clay pot.
Lin Xiaoyang also subconsciously stopped and stared at the pottery pot, with a hint of fear in his cold and stern eyes.
Maoshan is a famous mountain with thousands of years of history. It is also responsible for catching ghosts and cultivating ghosts. It has many terrible methods and killer tricks.
This clay pot was wrapped in a mysterious soil and completely sealed. In addition, there were densely packed yellow talismans. It was as powerful as Liu Mengyao and Lin Xiaoyang. No one knew what was in the clay pot.
When the seventh elder saw the clay pot and the yellow talisman seal on the pot, he was immediately ecstatic: "Sixth Brother, you actually invited the thousand-year disaster here?"
The green-eyed old man looked proud and confident as he looked at Qin Fan and the other three people: "Do you know what the thousand-year disaster is?"
Hearing these three words, Lin Xiaoyang's face froze and he took a few steps back: "Master Qin, Liu Mengyao, if you don't want that woman to die, don't act rashly!"
Lin Xiaoyang was bathed in thunder and lightning, his temper was irritable and difficult to control, but at this moment he was frightened by the contents of the pot and calmed down, which made Liu Mengyao couldn't help but break out a line of cold sweat on her forehead.
She looked at Qin Fan: "What is that?"
Qin Fan's eyes were as deep as a prison: "If I'm not wrong, it should be a thousand-year ghost king. Even if it's not, it's almost the same."
"Once this thing is released, Sister Qinglan will die."
"Stay back, you can't resist this thing."
When Liu Mengyao heard this, her delicate body immediately softened. Thousand-year-old ghost king?
Hearing this name, her beautiful white legs felt slightly weak, and she immediately took a hundred steps back.
The green-eyed old man shouted: "Master Qin, Liu Mengyao, and another stinky bitch, since you know that the pottery pot contains the thousand-year ghost king, then get out of here."
"Tomorrow I will take Murong Qingxue to Maoshan to change people."
"Otherwise, I will crush the clay pot."
"Every time the Thousand-Year Ghost King is born, there will be countless deaths and injuries. The martial arts masters will have to retreat thousands of miles away. Not to mention that President Xia will die. Even you, Liu Mengyao and Master Qin, with your soul-cultivating abilities, maybe your souls will be destroyed.
This statue will be devoured by a millennium disaster."
Liu Mengyao angrily shouted: "Are we going to die? You are not an exception either. Just calm down."
The green-eyed old man smiled ferociously: "Then let's die together, and the fish will die and the net will break."
"We two stinky old men will replace you with three young heroes. Are you afraid that you won't succeed?"
Liu Mengyao's delicate body trembled: "Wait for me for ten minutes and I will ask Murong Qingxue to come over!"
"We will never play tricks!"
"I promise, she is absolutely not injured and her strength is still at its peak!"
The green-eyed old man hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I promise you."
Everyone knows that once the Thousand-Year Ghost King appears, everyone will die.
But little did they know that the Maoshan lineage has a secret technique that can communicate with ghosts and gods.
And he, as the fifth elder of Maoshan, has the ability to be possessed by the Thousand-Year Ghost King. Once possessed by the Thousand-Year Ghost King, his strength will increase dramatically, and his spiritual thoughts can kill people.
This is his real trump card.
And if these three people were allowed to escape, Master Qin might not be the one who went to Maoshan in the future.
But the Liu family's thousands of troops must conquer Maoshan!
Both Master Qin and the woman who mastered thunder and lightning have excellent bodies that can be used to refine top-notch puppets and serve as containers for the thousand-year-old ghost king.
With two vessels, his ghost Taoist strength will definitely increase greatly, and he will stand proudly in the world of cultivation.
Liu Mengyao raised her cell phone, turned on the speakerphone, and said coldly: "Okay, I'll call someone right away."
After a while, Murong Qingxue answered the phone: "Go down the mountain. Where there is lightning, that's where we are."
"Lin Xiaoyang, give the signal."
Lin Xiaoyang pointed at the sky with a flick of his finger, and a streak of 100 meters was cut through the sky, lighting up the night sky.
From the top of Fenghuang Mountain, you can see the night view of the east bank of Xuanwu Lake.
Next, it's all about waiting.
Just five minutes later.
Whoosh!
A dark shadow walked on the top of the dense forest, stepping on the leaves, as graceful as a startled giant.
As soon as everyone heard the sound, Murong Qingxue appeared in front of them. With extraordinary foot power, he could reach ten kilometers in five minutes.
"Master Nephew Murong! I am the fifth master uncle! Ghost Taoist, come here quickly!" The green-eyed old man saw that Murong Qingxue's freedom was not restricted, and waved quickly!
Qin Fan also immediately sent a message to Murong Qingxue.
When Murong Qingxue heard Qin Fan's words, she immediately flashed and appeared next to the ghost Taoist: "Uncle Master, my meridians were sealed by Master Qin before, so I could only pretend to compromise. Now my strength has been restored, elders don't have to worry."
"Leave the hostages to me, and we will join hands to kill them."
The green-eyed old man was immediately overjoyed: "Okay!"
Without saying a word, the green-eyed old man threw the hostage to Murong Qingxue.
Murong Qingxue already has strength above that of a grandmaster. Only by holding the hostage can she be safe!
The moment Murong Qingxue hugged Xia Qinglan, she secretly made a secret move, flicked her finger, and a sword energy shot out of the air, only half a meter away from the green-eyed old man.
Phew!
The old man with green eyes had blood splattering on his chest.
After a heavy blow, Murong Qingxue took Xia Qinglan and fled a hundred steps away.
The green-eyed old man immediately widened his eyes: "Master Nephew Murong, what are you..."
"Fifth Senior Brother!"
Elder Liu was so frightened that his drum dropped to the ground!