Mortal Bones

The Pearl Tower.

The owner of Yizhu Hall stared at the spiritual mirror in front of him, his eyes full of surprise and said:

"The old smoker's methods look like a devil but not a devil, and he looks like a ghost but not a ghost. What kind of existence is he?"

What surprised him was not how powerful the old smoker was, but the existence of the old smoker itself.

In the other spiritual mirror on his desk, the elder of Guangling Pavilion frowned and said:

"What's even more terrifying is that he can summon two of these beings at the same time."

As he said that, Elder Lou took his eyes away from the spiritual mirror in front of him and turned to look at the Master of Yi Zhu Pavilion:

"Brother Yi Zhu, Zhang Wuyou's identity is too mysterious. Just in case, don't reveal the secrets of Jinting Dongtian to him before his identity is discovered."

As soon as these words came out, the owner of Yizhu Hall was silent for a while, then nodded and said:

"This matter is put on hold for now."

After getting along with each other for a few days, he thought he already knew Xu Taiping somewhat, but after seeing these two monsters that looked like ghosts but not ghosts, and looked like demons but not demons, he found that his understanding of Xu Taiping was even more superficial. Not really.

"boom!……"

At this time, a huge explosion sounded again from the spiritual mirror in front.

The attention of the owner of Yizhu Building and the elder of the building then fell on the spiritual mirror.

I saw it in the spiritual mirror.

Elder Liu, who was chasing and fighting with the old smoker, noticed that Liang Chengshan was a bit rude, and immediately reminded him loudly:

"Sir, please don't mess up your position. The monster's strength is at most comparable to that of a smoker. The Immortal Shuofeng Talisman can at least resist you for a cup of tea."

As he spoke, his index and middle fingers were put together and he quickly wrote the word "fire" on the jade gourd.

In an instant, sword energy condensed from flames gathered into a fire python and charged towards the old smoker.

"boom!……"

With just one blow, the smoke the old smoker exhaled was burned into nothingness.

Even the old smoker himself had several holes poked in his body by the sword energy and was bleeding profusely.

Even though the blood on his body is from others, if he continues to be like this and can't get out, the ghost power in his body will be exhausted sooner or later.

"Liu luo, luo luo, I don't want to play."

The old smoker took a deep puff of his cigarette rod, then flashed and disappeared into a cloud of smoke.

When Elder Liu saw this, he immediately held up the jade gourd in the air and chased the old smoker. While chasing him back, he reminded Liang Chengshan:

"Sir, I will take down the old smoker as soon as possible."

"As for that little guy, there's nothing to be afraid of!"

The words "nothing to be afraid of" made the Ghost King Red Lion laugh out loud.

Xu Taiping looked up at Red Lion in confusion and asked:

"What are you laughing at?"

Red Lion smiled "hehe", winked at Xu Taiping and said:

"Laughing at their ignorance and fearlessness."

Unlike Elders Biyou Gongliu and Liang Chengshan, from the moment Xu Taiping opened the three portraits, the three ghost kings in the paintings would automatically remember everything he encountered in the Xuanhuang Tower.

Therefore, Xu Taiping in the eyes of Red Lion, Smoker and even the Ghost Master is different from Xu Taiping in the eyes of others.

Xu Taiping said nothing, only glanced at Red Lion, and then looked at Liangcheng Mountain.

It has to be said that Elder Liu's words gave Liang Chengshan a reassurance.

Because his originally tense look had obviously relaxed a lot.

Seeing Xu Taiping looking over, Liang Chengshan crossed his arms over his chest and asked with a relaxed face:

"Come on, if you have any means, just use it and see."

Before Xu Taiping could speak, the tall red lion put his hand on Xu Taiping's shoulder and said:

"Sir, let me order these appetizers for you, Master."

After saying that, he snapped his fingers.

"boom!……"

At the moment when the snap of fingers sounded, a huge rusty octagonal cage covered Liang Chengshan and his men from Biyou Palace.

Liang Chengshan was a little nervous at first, but after seeing that the Shuofeng Talisman in front of him was still intact, his expression immediately became relaxed again.

He held the surging Shuofeng Talisman in front of him with his hand, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly as he said:

"That's it?"

The Red Lion Ghost King put his hands on his hips and said with a "haha" smile:

"Don't worry, kid."

As he spoke, he took off a strand of hair and clamped it between his two fingers, then said "Hey" and shouted with a ferocious smile:

"A bunch of trash, let's fight. Only one person can get out of the cage alive!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a surging ghost power filled the entire prison like an invisible tide.

Looking from the outside, Liang Chengshan and the disciples seemed to be in a blood-red world.

At the same time, an evil ghost appeared behind every disciple of Biyou Palace, including Liang Chengshan.

They stretched out their hands one by one and pressed their clawed hands on the heads of the Biyou Palace disciples.

After seeing the originally orderly Biyou Palace disciples become panicked one by one, Liang Chengshan immediately shouted loudly:

"These are just illusions, don't get confused!"

Elder Liu, who was chasing the old smoker not far away, also shouted to this side:

"Young Master is right. Don't be fooled by that monster's words. These are just illusions!"

Red Lion raised his head and glanced at Mr. Liu, grinned, then looked at the Biyou Palace disciples in the beast cage and said:

"Anyone who doesn't want to join the fight will die."

After saying this, he raised his hand on Xu Taiping's shoulder and made a gesture of wiping his neck towards the group of Biyou Palace disciples.

"He is just exaggerating. As long as you don't get distracted, you will be safe and sound..."

"Bang!"

Liang Chengshan was about to say something to comfort the group of Biyou Palace disciples, but before he could finish his words, a Biyou Palace disciple who was facing his sight was crushed in the head by the ghost behind him.

Because it was too sudden, Liang Chengshan, who was unprepared, was splashed with blood.

This Biyou Palace disciple who had reached the great perfection of the Refining Spirit Realm, had his head as crisp as a watermelon under the claws of the ghost.

"Bang!"

Before everyone in the cage came to their senses, another Biyou Palace disciple's head was crushed by the ghost.

When the Red Lion Ghost King killed people in the cage, as long as they could be killed, there would be no confrontation or stalemate, and they would only be killed in one blow.

No matter how much your cultivation level is, no matter what magic weapon you have to protect yourself.

Looking at the exploding heads, Chishi grinned and said:

"It's hard to kill Liu with this cage, but it's just right to kill you!"

As he spoke, another Biyou Palace disciple's head was crushed by the ghost behind him with a "bang".

The other Biyou Palace disciple standing beside him shuddered violently after being sprayed with blood, and then shouted: "I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

As he said that, he drew out the long knife from his waist, and chopped at another Biyou Palace disciple beside him with a crazy look in his eyes.

"Shua!"

With the sound of the knife breaking through the air, the defenseless Biyou Palace disciple was chopped into two pieces by a knife in fear.

This knife seemed to open the magic box called "killing", and the Biyou Palace disciples imprisoned in the cage began to fight each other desperately.

No matter how Liang Chengshan scolded him, it was useless.

"Pah!"

At this moment, Liang Chengshan, who was trying to stop two Biyou Palace disciples from fighting, suddenly felt his head sink.

Looking up, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes suddenly changed from anger to fear.

The ghost who had been standing behind him, who had only pressed his palm on his head, suddenly increased his strength.