Chapter 2107: Spirit Lord (2)

Poison Ivy's words were like the last straw that broke the camel's camel's back, breaking Qiao Chu's last hope in their hearts.

Without saying a word, Jun Wuxie rushed back to Yanlong's lair as fast as she could, took out the small awl she carried with her, and quickly carved a series of soul strengthening methods beside Nalan Yue.

"Little Xiezi... what are you doing?" Qiao Chu turned to look at Jun Wuxie, wondering what she was doing at this moment?

"We can't escape. Nalan Yue can't be caught now, or he will die." Jun Wuxie imprinted the last soul-fixing spell with the fastest speed, and the additional circle of soul-fixing spells, but To hide a person's breath for a period of time, she has only used it on the human body, but she doesn't know if it is applicable to the soul body, but until now, she can only fight!

She promised Zongzong that she would take good care of Nalan Yue, and she must not break her promise!

"Then what should we do now?" Hua Yao frowned, the development of the matter completely exceeded their expectations.

They did not wait for the spirit master to punish Wu Jiu, but they waited for such a result.

Jun Wuxie took a deep breath, looked at the approaching light, and kept searching for possible solutions in his mind.

pity……

She is not familiar enough with the ghost world, and even more ignorant of the spirit master. The completely unfamiliar opponent made her lose more conditions for judgment.

The icy blue light stopped in front of Yanlong's lair and descended slowly, all the beast spirits around knelt down to worship the light devoutly.

The creator of the ghost world, the spirit master.

Poison Ivy's face was very ugly.

From the light, a slender figure slowly walked out, and a handsome man appeared in front of Jun Wuxie and the others. The man was tall and slender, wearing a light blue robe, and his long silver-white hair was very eye-catching. But the most surprising thing is the pair of light gray eyes.

What appeared before their eyes was the lord who created the entire ghost world, the master of all souls and bodies!

Before the spirit master could speak, a strong coercion enveloped Jun Wuxie and the others. The strong sense of oppression almost made all their strength disappear in an instant. Only by gritting their teeth could they hold on.

Poison Ivy's situation was the worst. His face had turned pale, and his tall body gradually hunched under the tremendous pressure.

"Poison Ivy, why don't you kneel when you see me?" The spirit master looked at Poison Ivy's light gray eyes with absolute arrogance.

Poison Ivy trembled uncontrollably at his gaze, and it seemed that countless forces around him were constantly hitting his body, making him unable to stand at all, and fell to his knees with a plop.

"Poison Ivy, pay my respects to...the spirit master..." Poison Ivy struggled to say every word.

Satisfied, the spirit master looked away from Poison Ivy's body, half-closed his eyes, and looked at Jun Wuxie and the others who were struggling to support them.

"He has some skills, no wonder he was able to defeat the soul master Wu Jiu." The spirit master said.

But a simple sentence made Jun Wuxie and the others feel that the pressure on them suddenly increased several times, as if their legs might be broken at any time.

"You are the spirit master?" Jun Wuxie resisted the huge sense of oppression, and looked at the man in front of him who ruled the entire ghost world without being humble.

"I am." The spirit master slightly raised the corners of his lips and said.

"Do you know what you did?"