Liang Shaochong rushed forward and bullied Mrs. Ghost's left side. With a claw of his left hand, a fierce whirlwind-like air flow shot out and immediately caught Xu Wenjun in the air.
At the same time, Liang Shaochong pointed with his right hand and pointed out the "Dragon Lock Vein", and a stream of colored light and soundless gas poured into the ghost lady's body, condensing into a chain of order, making the ghost lady like a stiff zombie, with magic all over her body.
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The big earth-yellow hand grabbed it from the air and hit the ghost lady in one fell swoop.[
"No! I don't want to die yet!"
The ghost lady's face was full of horror, and she let out a wolf howl like a ghost, which made people shudder.
"Crack! Click!"
Only the loud sound of broken bones was heard, and the blood appeared in the big earth-yellow hand, and large blood flowers fell down!
The ghost lady let out one last shrill scream, and the big hand directly smashed the ghost lady's sternum. Bones and blood flew everywhere, broken arms and legs fell down one after another, and blood rained all over the sky like rain, splashing everywhere.
"You killed an intermediate-level pulse warrior with an intermediate-level Huangpin pulse gate and a fourth-level pulse gate level, and got 600 points. Your total score now is 2,400 points." That empty voice sounded in Liang Shaochong's eyes.
rang in his mind, once again reminding him of the increase in his grades.
"Hong Feiyi, why is it you? Didn't you go to Zixia Headquarters? Why are you here too?" At this moment, Master Tu also saw Liang Shaochong's appearance clearly, he was shocked and shouted fiercely.
Liang Shaochong was stunned: "Hasn't Hong Feiyi always stayed in Yamo Cult and never come out? This is the first time he has come out. How can this Lord Tu know Hong Feiyi?" The appearance on his face now is exactly the same.
It uses the "Thousand Fantasy Shadow Tool" to transform into Hong Feiyi's face.
Suddenly, Liang Shaochong thought about the situation where a group of cultivators gave gifts to Lord Tu just now, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Could it be that... all of this is the weirdness of the Yamo Cult? This Lord Tu is also a believer of the Yamo Cult? He just pretends to be the opponent of the Yamo Cult, and makes money everywhere on the pretext of protecting that group of cultivators? Well,
This method is better, at least ten times more effective than using the 'Chunxiang Zhujin Pill' to control their hearts and souls."
"Not only can this win people's hearts, but it can also make a lot of money. It's like killing two birds with one stone."
"If they continue to develop like this and their true identity is not exposed early, in ten or eight years, no one will believe that they are the Ya Demon Cult. Instead, they will regard them as a hero and leader with low resistance to the Ya Demon Cult?
"
Thinking of this, Liang Shaochong was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat!
"Who are you? You are not Hong Feiyi, why are you pretending to be him? With his cultivation level, he can't kill the ghost lady. Also, what pulse skill did you use just now? Why do you think I have never seen it?"
The Venerable's eyes shot out with a sharp light, he suddenly took a step forward and shouted coldly.
Hearing what the other party said, Liang Shaochong further verified his idea.
"Hmph... You don't need to worry about my affairs? This is a unique skill taught to me by His Highness Ling Mozi. How can you know about it? You should just handle your affairs well?" Liang Shaochong felt something in his heart and laughed coldly.
Lord Tu had an angry look on his face and shouted sternly: "Hong Feiyi, is it His Highness Ling Mozi who asked you to come and interfere with us?".
"Is this person a subordinate of Chen Xiaofeng? Well, I will try him again on purpose." Liang Shaochong thought to himself with another thought in his heart.
"Is it okay for His Highness Demon Prince Chen Xiaofeng to interfere with our affairs?" Liang Shaochong responded tit-for-tat and shouted coldly.[
Lord Tu laughed loudly, glared with his eyes, and shot at Liang Shaochong tightly like a sharp blade, shouting: "Don't think that you are a great Ya Mo God with a five-inch sacred horn! In my eyes, you are nothing more than
He is a small Pulse disciple, and he will crush you to death like an ant."
"Then you take my move!"
Liang Shaochong laughed loudly, and as soon as he moved, his body immediately sounded like gold and iron, thunderous and vibrating sounds, and he followed with his left finger.
A dazzling purple light burst out from the fingertips, like a thousand auspicious colors, ten thousand rays of rays of light, like a dazzling sun, a seven-inch-long "Ya Mo True God" with a sacred horn was struck out, and suddenly rushed towards the earth
His Holiness.
"This...this is the 'Ya Mo True God' with seven-inch sacred horns. When did you become a follower of the mid-level general?"
Lord Tu was horrified and incomprehensible. He felt a huge pressure coming from the "Ya Mo True God", as if a powerful general appeared in front of him with murderous intent. He was so frightened that he stepped back five steps in a row, and then
Stand firm.
"Ya Mo True God" is also divided into three, six and nine grades. It is divided according to the sacred horn on the giant's head. The longer the sacred horn, the more noble the status. The sacred horn is less than three inches, including three inches.
Soldier believers are those who are between one and six inches tall, they are general followers, those who are between seven inches and nine inches are general followers, those who are one foot tall are handsome followers, those who are between one foot and three feet are king followers, and those who are above three feet are emperor followers.
Among them, the same level is divided into three levels: junior high school and high school.
"True God Ya Mo" has a natural restraint effect on low-level believers. As soon as he saw Lord Tu's expression, Liang Shaochong completely understood.
"Haha... we'll see you again when we have the chance."
Liang Shaochong rolled his eyes, burst into laughter, took Xu Wenjun's arm with his left hand, swayed, rushed into the forest and disappeared.
After a while, Master Tu finally came to his senses, but his eyes were still dull, and he murmured to himself: "The 'Ya Mo True God' with the seven-inch sacred horn, I haven't seen him for only three months.
How could his cultivation level increase so much all at once? How could this be done? How could this be done?"
Lord Tu seemed to be in a dead end and couldn't understand why Hong Feiyi in front of him could actually condense into a seven-inch long holy horn in just three months?
Of course, Master Tu never imagined that the Hong Feiyi in front of him was not the same person before, but someone else pretending to be him.
Liang Shaochong grabbed Xu Wenjun and ran all the way out of the dark forest. He ran forward for another five miles and found a hidden bush, and then he let Xu Wenjun down.
Xu Wenjun tilted his head, with an indifferent expression, and said slowly: "Thank you to this young master for saving my life. I am deeply grateful. I have never dealt with people from the Yamo Cult. You'd better please come back!"
As Xu Wenjun spoke, he coughed and coughed up a pool of blood. The pain was so painful that he almost fainted again, but he kept gritting his teeth and forcing himself to stay awake. He seemed to know that he would faint again this time.
If you get lost, you may die here.
It turned out that Xu Wenjun had received a heavy blow from Lord Tu, which had already broken several ribs in his chest, displaced his internal organs, and suffered serious internal injuries. Then he was tortured by the ghost lady, which made matters worse and accelerated his death.
Worsening of the injury.
"Haha, Mr. Xu, first let's see who I am?" Liang Shaochong laughed, a gleam of light appeared on his face, and a surging white mist appeared.