Chapter 88 It’s a Pity that I Don’t Want To...

"Please ask senior to point out a way out. ^^%Search x-on:Witch God Chronicles+ x-on:Read this book # Latest% chapter^''" The altar leader bit the bullet and asked.

"Accept my attack. Of course, I will not attack with all my strength. As long as you can survive my attack, I will let you live." Song Shuhang stretched out a finger and said.

Once the shame thing reaches a critical point, it will completely collapse like the three views.

After Shuhang sat down one by one, he felt less ashamed and his speech became smoother.

The Altar Master's face was white but dark, and the unpredictable senior's attack, even if the opponent didn't attack with all his strength, could kill half of his life with just a flying sword!

However, he had no choice.

If you are attacked once, you may die, but there is still a glimmer of hope.

If he doesn't accept the senior's conditions, then the other party can chop off his head and use it as a chamber pot in a matter of minutes as long as he uses his flying sword.

And...he also has a trump card. As an evil cultivator, he has a weird way to save his life. Perhaps he can withstand a blow from the opponent at the cost of 'death' once.

Thinking of this, the altar owner gritted his teeth and said, "Senior, do you really mean what you said?"

"I am also a well-known figure in the monk world. How could I deceive a junior like you?" Song Shuhang said coldly, continuing to look down at the altar master with the eyes of an ant.

He had a good reputation, and Shuhang didn't lie. Because as long as he is a normal person, he has a head and a face. Don't you have a head and a face?

"Senior, please be merciful." The altar leader smiled bitterly. His bitter smile made people feel that even though they were thousands of miles apart, he was still extremely bitter.

Under the darkness, a pure ghost broke out of the main body of the altar and quietly wrapped the body of the altar owner.

Pure ghosts are ghosts without resentment, so they are not afraid of ordinary exorcism spells.

Of course, it is not easy for such a pure ghost to be born. You must know that the birth of ghosts is often due to resentment. A pure ghost must be a good person who is rotten to the core and died because of something very unfair. But he is so good that he doesn't care about the injustice at all, so he has a chance to become a pure ghost...

"Then I'll take my sword!" Song Shuhang looked indifferent, turned his finger, and a piece of talisman paper appeared on his fingertips.

The ‘Sword Talisman’ given by the Lord of Seven Lives Talisman Palace,

This talisman is for attack. To use it, you only need to activate the talisman and lightly drink the word "sword". Once deployed, it can create a sword energy attack at the level of a third-grade acquired war king, capable of splitting mountains and rocks. Ordinary second-grade true master monks, if they don't have some special defense means, they will lose half their lives if they are not killed by a sword.

When he saw this talisman, the altar owner almost gritted his teeth secretly... As a bitter low-level casual cultivator, what he hated most was this kind of rich man who used talismans to hit people!

"Stand still, junior. Pray for your own luck." Song Shuhang held the talisman and said with great momentum, unable to contain his excitement: "Sword!"

An illusory figure vaguely appeared behind Shuhang.

The figure pointed at the sword and slashed at the altar owner.

The bright sword light was inspired from the sword talisman. As soon as the sword light came out, nothing else was seen in the carriage, as if there was only this sword light left in the world!

This sword light is a wonderful sword technique!

In an instant, the Altar Master, who was locked by the sword light, felt that his body was imprisoned and he could not move an inch.

Even avoiding it is a luxury. He could only stand there blankly, watching the sword strike him!

humiliation? hatred? fear?

The altar owner's heart was like spilled condiments, with mixed flavors that could not be described.

The sword light came close to the body, but it only made a slight contact sound of "Zhi~".

But the altar owner's body was easily cut in half like tofu and fell to the ground.

There was no trace of blood at the wound...

The foreign monk smacked his lips and it was over like this? A terrifying and powerful second-grade true master monk died like this?

There was silence in the carriage.

Song Shuhang did not relax his vigilance. He held an 'A Talisman' in his left hand and two 'Sword Talisman' in his other hand, staring at the altar master's body on the ground.

The other party was a monk who had been active in Guideng Temple in the city fifty or sixty years ago. As long as his life was not too miserable, there would always be one or two life-saving things on him.

Thinking of this, Song Shuhang made a serious face and said in a deep voice: "You are quite capable. Since you have taken this sword from me, I will let you live. Get up and get out of my sight! Remember, don't let me give you a chance again." I see you here! Forever!"

Song Shuhang has become perfect at this skill of deception.

The foreign monk was stunned—that second-grade ghost cultivator was still alive after such a terrifying sword blow?

impossible? Such a terrifying sword!

However, as soon as Song Shuhang finished speaking, the body of the altar owner that was cut in half on the ground slowly turned into black smoke and floated in the air.

Then, the altar owner appeared on the spot with a pale face, and there was a deep sword mark on his forehead. At the critical moment, although he relied on life-saving measures to save his life, the sword was too overbearing and left him with a deep sword wound. The sword energy remained in the wound on his forehead, making him miserable.

"Thank you, senior, for not killing me." The altar master endured the pain and said, "Junior, leave immediately."

Now that the senior has discovered that he is not dead, there is no point in hiding him anymore.

The other party seemed to be true to his word and wanted to let him live. And if he can't hide, if he offends this senior and gives him an excuse to strike again, he will really rush to the street.

After saying this, the ghost general Kuyou, who was also seriously injured, floated over behind the altar master, bringing with him a black suitcase.

This box contains the important belongings of the altar owner. Some things were so precious that he didn't dare to leave them in the Luoxin neighborhood of the city. Therefore, he carries these things with him in black boxes.

"Are you really alive?" The foreign monk couldn't believe it.

Looking at the pale face in front of him, Song Shuhang also sighed in his heart. This guy is really alive.

In order to survive, this guy also worked hard.

It's a pity. If I really care about face and stick to my word, I might really let him live.

However, I am not prepared to lose face at all! All I want is to kill you!

If I don't kill you, I won't be able to eat well and sleep restlessly. I won’t be able to survive the rest of my life!

So, just when the altar leader picked up the black box and turned around to leave with difficulty... Song Shuhang took action again!

"Sword! Sword!" He held a 'sword talisman' in each of his left and right hands and activated them at the same time.

Who knows if the altar master has any way to save his life, so he uses two sword talismans at once! If a person had only two hands and could only use two sword talismans, Song Shuhang could not wait to use the remaining sword talismans in one go!

The bright sword light was once again stimulated from the sword talisman, and two sword lights struck the altar master in a glyph shape.

The altar owner remained vigilant before leaving, but to no avail.

The two sword lights are too fast, and once locked, they have the ability to imprison the enemy.

After the sword light passed, the altar owner's body was cut into four pieces and he fell to the ground again. But this time, he had no means to save his life, and he would never survive.

The body of the second-grade monk was extremely strong. Even if he was cut into pieces, the altar master did not rush to the street immediately. His head was staring at Song Shuhang. He had countless curse words in his heart, but in the end he could only turn into two resentful words: "Shameless!"

Although I already knew that the other party was good at using poison and had a capricious personality, but the other party was so shameless and had no bottom line.

"Haha, whatever you say." Song Shuhang quickly grabbed another talisman in his hand, which was the 'Evil-Breaking Talisman'.

The altar owner has rushed to the street, but his resentful ghost Kuyou is still alive.

When cutting weeds, we must remove the roots to avoid future troubles!

If Song Shuhang was alone, he wouldn't have to worry about any future troubles. But sadly, he is not.

"Broken!" The evil-breaking talisman's spiritual hurricane reappeared, sweeping up the two carriages.

‘Squeak…’ Kuyou, the ghost general, screamed. The extremely weak Kuyou didn’t even have a chance to escape, and was directly purified by the spiritual power of the evil-breaking talisman.

Boom~~The black suitcase fell to the ground.

The dying altar owner was also purified once by the spiritual power of the Evil-Breaking Talisman. He even lost the strength to fight back before death.

When he thought that he was about to die, the Altar Master's mind went blank and he shouted intermittently: "Don't be... shameless! One word... Jiuding, I... Bah!"