Maoshan Ghost King

Ge Yu knew that even if he sacrificed the Seven Swords of Huo Li, he couldn’t help the Ghost Uncle Bei Ming. This person’s cultivation base was stronger, and he was a bit more fierce than the real person Hongming in the Ghost Refining Hall. Only by displaying more powerful methods can they be deterred.

At the moment, Ge Yu took advantage of the Huo Li Qi Sword towards Beiming Ghost Uncle one after another, and quickly pinched a few complicated hand gestures again, shouting in his mouth: "Lingbao Tianzun, comfort your figure, The disciple soul, the five internal organs, the blue dragon and the white tiger, the confrontation is varied, the vermilion bird, the guard of my body... anxious as a law..."

Maoshan God Fighting Technique!

In desperation, Ge Yu had no choice but to use the most relied practice method so far, which is the world-famous Maoshan God Fighting Technique.

Those seven little swords couldn't delay that Uncle Bei Ming ghost for long. Ge Yu had to push this supreme way as fast as possible so that he could turn defeat into victory.

The current situation is precarious, as long as you die, all the people brought today will die.

When Ge Yu instigated the spell of the Maoshan God Fighting Technique, the surrounding Qichang was rolling endlessly and mightily. Suddenly, a white light shot from a distance and fell directly on Ge Yu's body. , Tian Ling from Ge Yu plunged directly into his body.

But seeing Ge Yu's body trembled slightly, a golden light flashed across his eyes, and Ge Yu's consciousness was instantly suppressed into the spirit platform.

This was a very familiar Taoist aura, Ge Yu felt particularly familiar. He hadn't understood what was going on, his spiritual consciousness had already reached the spiritual stage, and he could no longer control his body.

Ge Yu was also unsure of what kind of powerful divine consciousness came to him this time.

Ge Yu's body would collapse for a long time after each use of this Maoshan God Fighting Technique, but Ge Yu felt that every time he used the Maoshan God Fighting Technique, he would grow rapidly.

What Ge Yu was most worried about was that if he couldn't bring in some very powerful spiritual knowledge and couldn't hold down the ghost of Beiming, it would be even more miserable, and there would be no place to bury him.

As soon as that wisp of powerful divine consciousness descended on Ge Yu, that North Ming Ghost Uncle had already swept away all the Huoli Seven Swords that burst from Ge Yu's Maoshan Seven Star Sword.

When Uncle Beiming Ghost walked slowly towards Ge Yu with the double sword braving the Nine Nether Fire, he suddenly felt an unexplainable strangeness from Ge Yu's body.

At this time, Ge Yu, dressed in clothes without wind, was very vigorous, especially his eyes, firm and deep, as clear as those of a newborn.

This is a pair of eyes that only top masters can have.

At a place seven or eight steps away from Ge Yu, the footsteps of Uncle Beiming Ghost stopped, squinted towards Ge Yu, and then said for a while: "You are not the person just now, I know that Maoshan has a very deep His technique, called the Maoshan God Fighting Technique, can cast a powerful consciousness on himself, has he successfully invited God now?"

"Yes, this kid indeed invited me over." Ge Yu suddenly said.

But now it was not Ge Yu who was talking, but the powerful consciousness possessing his body was talking.

Although the voice belonged to Ge Yu, Ge Yu felt very familiar with the tone of speech.

Very particularly familiar.

At that moment, Ge Yu was extremely excited.

"I don't care who you are, don't be nosy, my uncle Beiming ghost kills countless people and kills not a few ghosts. Can you see this pair of knives in my hand? The fire on it is Nine Netherworld Fire. If you don't want to lose your soul, Get out of here, I only give you one chance!" Uncle Bei Ming threatened.

"Haha...what about Jiu Nether Fire? Do you think poor Dao will be afraid? Now I also give you a chance, get out now, I can give you a way to survive." The powerful divine consciousness laughed.

"Who are you!?" Uncle Beiming Ghost was angry, and the double knives in his hand slammed into it, and the Jiu Nether Fire that burned on it became more vigorous.

"The person you are going to kill is my disciple. I am the master of this kid. The disciple asks the master to come over. It is justified. Can I still see death without saving it?" The powerful consciousness said again.

"You...you...you are Chenyuan real person?" Uncle Beiming ghost began to tremble.

"Yes, poor Dao is the fate of the dust, are you afraid?" The powerful divine consciousness smiled lightly.

At this time, Ge Yu's divine sense was forced to the spiritual stage. When he heard that powerful divine sense said it was his master, Ge Yu was extremely excited. Once this divine sense fell on him, Ge Yu felt I was a little familiar, and thought it was the ancestor of Maoshan who went first, but Ge Yu never thought that this powerful spiritual consciousness was his master.

How is this possible?

Only when a person dies and becomes a ghost repairer, can Ge Yu use the Maoshan Divine Fighting Technique to bring that divine consciousness to himself.

So, the master is dead?

Ge Yu couldn't accept it, and he didn't believe that the master was dead.

Ge Yu’s divine consciousness, who was forced on the spirit platform, shouted loudly and tried his best to communicate with this divine consciousness in his body, asking him if he was his own master, and why he used Maoshan’s magical fighting technique by himself. Please come here.

It's just that Ge Yu can't help himself at all at this moment. No matter how he struggles, his powerful spiritual consciousness can seal his consciousness in the spiritual platform, and the other party has no intention of communicating with himself. No matter what Ge Yu says, the other party All said nothing.

At this moment, Uncle Bei Ming Ghost didn’t believe it, and he gasped heavily, “This...it’s impossible... Chen Yuan is still alive... A year ago, I heard that he had returned to Maoshan. It's impossible to die... You are definitely not a real person."

"Is it true Chenyuan? You will know if you try my method?" Ge Yu smiled slightly at this time, shaking the Maoshan Seven Star Sword in his hand, and the seven small swords scattered around flew back at the same time. Above the main sword, the seven small swords on it collided with each other, clinking, and furious.

Uncle Beiming Ghost was already a little scared at this time. If Chen Yuan’s divine consciousness descended on Ge Yu, then he really couldn’t deal with it. Who really was Chen Yuan?

The former head teacher of Maoshan, a man of several hundred and tens of years old, with a cultivation base of Tongtian, is today's top master.

With these methods alone, there are simply no tricks under the hands of this real person.

But Uncle Beiming Ghost changed his mind and thought again, this is not right, even if it is the real person Chenyuan? It was just a ray of divine knowledge of Chen Yuan Chen. He borrowed Ge Yu's body and couldn't even use one-fifth of his usual methods. What's to be afraid of.