Chapter 1238 Self-Destruction

This knife has the power to cut off souls.

The ghost king Xuanlu was unwilling to sit and wait for death. He counterattacked several times, but was blocked by the black armor.

The sharp screams of the soul it emitted pierced Fu Liushan and Dong Rui's ears with both hands, but He Lingchuan seemed to have heard nothing and didn't even frown.

This attack that shook the soul was directly filtered out by the Qianglong armor.

The more the ghost king Xuanlu fought, the more frustrated he became. This dark room was too small and there was limited space for maneuvering. The opponent's knife skills became more and more fierce, as if a whirlpool was gradually forming and was about to suck it in.

And Fu Liushan also assisted in the battle. This guy had all kinds of strange tricks at his disposal, sometimes throwing talismans, sometimes poking the tip of the pestle, sometimes offering formations, and sometimes sprinkling potions of unknown origin on it. When dealing with it alone, it still had ways to deal with it, but now it was very dangerous.

In a blink of an eye, it was hit twice.

The ghost poison ointment on the opponent's weapon took effect, causing it to suffer extremely.

Damn it! In order to seize Luo Sheng Jia, it had previously allocated most of its power to the clone that led the troops to the Mian Village, and it itself was severely weakened.

Damn it, damn it, damn it! Its commands were blocked outside this unknown space, otherwise the two powerful corpse puppets it hid in Bu Sha Hua Ting would have given them a taste of their own medicine, or at least taken it away!

But now, it is trapped in this unknown space, with nothing to do!

It begged for mercy again, and He Lingchuan said:

"You were ruined by double-dealing during your lifetime, and you have to jump between the two sides after you die. You can't remember the lessons you learned before you died."

In his opinion, the ghost king's major strategic mistake was that he had too many clones. After the clones were eliminated one by one, the power of the original body was weakened again and again, and it was no longer a threat in this fight.

It's time to kill it.

"To survive in troubled times, I just followed the trend. What's wrong with that? What's wrong with that!" The ghost king saw through his hard-heartedness and cried out in despair, "You hypocrites, you pretentious, ungrateful villains!"

"How dare you say the word ungrateful?" The performance of the Xuanlu ghost king basically explained what "unrepentant" meant. He Lingchuan sneered, "Follow the trend? Did you win? After being hit on the left and right cheeks by Luo Shengjia, you lost again and again, and finally you can only live in the dark underground palace, living a worse life than a mouse. How dare you call yourself a ghost king?"

He Lingchuan and Fu Liushan just forced it into a dead end, and attacked it with both mouth and hands.

The Xuanlu ghost king was so angry that his facial features were distorted, and he rushed towards him with a fierce roar: "I'm going to fight you!"

Its body seemed to suddenly become solid, and even the texture on his face was revealed.

When Fu Liushan saw this, he raised his breath and shouted: "Attention!"

He retreated instead of advancing, hiding behind He Lingchuan ten feet away, at the fastest speed in his life.

When the Fu Sheng knife fell with a ray of dim light, a little blue light burst out from the forehead of the Xuanlu Ghost King.

Fu Liushan immediately raised the brass bell that he never left behind above his head.

The bell instantly turned into a huge phantom, like a yellow bell, upside down, protecting him in it.

The ghost ape was originally protecting Dong Rui, and Lingguang was with him. When Fu Liushan reminded him, the ghost ape turned around quickly, turned his back to the Xuanlu Ghost King, and hugged Dong Rui and Lingguang in his arms.

Soul self-explosion!

The desperate Xuanlu Ghost King, no matter how unwilling he was, could only choose to die with the enemy in the end.

The powerful air wave swept across the entire secret room, and He Lingchuan, who was closest to the center of the explosion, was directly bounced five feet away and hit the stone wall with a bang.

The ghost ape, with its back to the explosion, was also pushed hard against the wall. But it had already shrunk into a ball, minimizing the damage.

Crack, He Lingchuan fell to the ground.

After a while, he moved a little.

Damn it, my whole body hurts!

It is said that some immortals will use a trick to self-destruct their souls before they die, which can shake the world; although the Xuanlu Ghost King is not an immortal, his three hundred years of Taoism is not exaggerated. Although his power has been greatly weakened after several clones, the power of this self-destruction is still considerable.

Although the secret room was dark, he opened his eyes and saw a large snowflake-like spot.

He was blinded by the explosion just now, and his vision has not recovered yet.

He Lingchuan shook his head and still had a little tinnitus.

He reached out and patted the Qianglong armor. It was indeed a good treasure.

The Qianglong armor helped him block 70% of the power, and the rest was divided by several amulets. Otherwise, this time it would not be just a concussion.

He sat up and stretched his waist. Seeing the ghost ape move, he put Dong Rui and Lingguang down and leaned against the stone wall.

Dong Rui and Lingguang were well protected by it and were not seriously injured; the ghost ape turned into a little monkey, sitting by the wall with his eyes wide open, and suddenly leaned over to vomit.

Dong Rui quickly turned its eyelids to take a look, pressed its head, neck and acupuncture points, and then said with a stern face: "Its soul has been shaken and needs to rest... If you say less, the ghost king will not be angry."

"It can't escape and will definitely die. Is there a second way to choose?" He Lingchuan stood up against the wall, and the dizziness faded quickly. "Didn't Lao Fu say in advance that we should guard against this trick in a secret room."

They were well prepared, otherwise there would be casualties.

Lingguang ran over and fed him a pill to calm his mind.

"Is Lao Fu okay?"

Fu Liushan was still standing there, not being thrown away by the shock wave. He stretched out his hands and said, "Look."

The brass bell was broken.

He looked reluctant to part with it: "This is a bell passed down from my ancestors. It has been with me for decades."

"It's all right. Your ancestors will be glad that they can save your grandson." He Lingchuan patted his shoulder to comfort him, but suddenly felt something was wrong, "Hey, how old are you?"

Fu Liushan walked to the ghost ape depressedly and lit a stick of incense: "Take a few more puffs, and you won't feel dizzy anymore."

The ghost ape took a few puffs and spit a few more times, and the condition improved slightly.

The secret room has returned to peace, but a sour smell began to spread.

Dong Rui covered his nose: "Get out quickly!"

The three carefully checked and confirmed that there was no ghost king's remaining soul in the secret room. Lingguang also cleaned up the filth on the ground. He Lingchuan then snapped his fingers:

"Open!"

At his command, the ceremonial door behind suddenly opened, and the light from the Guangming Well shone in again.

The three rushed out.

After walking out of the ceremonial gate and stepping onto the stone steps, Fu Liushan turned around and saw that the "ceremonial gate" disappeared on the spot, and He Lingchuan grabbed a mirror and slapped it on his arm, and the mirror turned into a hand shield.

Fu Liushan understood it immediately: "Another world in the mirror?"

He had seen the wonderful use of this precious mirror in the battle of Mian Village. The cave disguised in the mirror world easily deceived Shi Duwei and the ghost king's clone.

This time, He Lingchuan let the soul-capturing mirror reproduce the "Busha Hua Ting" behind the ceremonial gate one-to-one.