Wuhun Lingzhu starting from Douluo

Chapter 238 A careless death

Moreover, when did this kid become a paper man, and he still has such great strength?

This confusion is exactly the reason why Zhou Xun has not exposed the Paper Man Law over the years.

There was no time for Elder Song to hesitate, a Taoist spell and light flashed.

To his surprise, the paper man did not have such strong restraint ability to let go of the paper man directly.

In that surprised and frightened face, streaks of white light came towards his face.

On a weekend in the fog, a light flashed in my eyes.

The Hundred Ghost Banner swayed slightly, and a murderous aura suddenly spread.

"roar!"

A low roar that seemed to explode in the ears sounded the bells of everyone in the area.

A huge ghost tiger suddenly appeared, its translucent body burning with yellow flames, surrounding it like clouds.

The moment the huge tiger head came out, it opened its bloody mouth and bit into the weekend.

He bit the child wrapped around Weekend's right hand with one bite.

"ah!"

An unprecedented sharp sound, like sound waves, exploded in all directions.

This kid felt a crisis for the first time, which was different from the righteousness charms just now.

Although that thing has a strong ability to purify and expel it, it will not harm its life.

Coupled with his special ability, he has established a connection with the weekend, which reduces the effect of this control a lot.

This soul-devouring ghost tiger is different. The moment it bites, it is devouring the little ghost.

The yellow flame burned its ghost and burned out its ability connection.

Weekend looked grim, turned around and rushed out.

The green and black right hand holds the White Bone Hundred Demon Banner, and the right hand is made into claws.

The birds released just now are scattered in all directions, providing an almost comprehensive survey for the weekend.

There is only one direction and a blank space.

The area is neither big nor small. If you delay searching for even one or two seconds, I'm afraid the opportunity will disappear in a flash.

Fortunately, the paper man itself can also provide survey effects.

The weekend was like a shell fired from an explosion, rushing into the white mist in less than a second.

The figure of the golden armored warrior appeared in front of him.

I saw a man in golden armor hugging a man dressed all in black tightly.

Layers of black energy appeared in front of him, blocking the arrows of white light.

When he saw Weekend suddenly appearing and rushing towards him, his eyes were slightly startled, and then the fierce light became fierce.

He wanted to break free from the golden armored warrior who controlled him, but he couldn't do it in a short time.

Although he is a mage, the magic power in his body has changed qualitatively and he has understood the way of magic.

The soul has transformed and is far stronger than ordinary people.

However, his physical strength did not exceed human common sense, so it was naturally impossible for him to break away from the Golden Armored Man with pure strength.

And the armored corpses and ghosts that he has the ability to break free from this power are not around him.

Several kinds of spells couldn't break free in a short time. He was careless.

A mage who was carelessly approached, a mage who mainly practiced ghost and zombie spells similar to summoning spells.

Under the current circumstances, we have reached a dead end.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound sounded, like a watermelon bursting.

The blood was beaten to pieces, and the flesh and blood spread like spray on the ground next to it, forming a fan shape.

Some embellishments of white flowers are scattered among them.

A headless body appeared in front of the weekend.

Weekend shook the five fingers of his left hand, but instead of letting down his guard, he raised his right hand.

Is this guy in front of me dead?

There is no doubt that his head is gone and he is definitely dead.

But then, is there no danger?

If you think so, you are wrong, absolutely wrong!

For a successful Taoist priest, death is not the end.

Wisps of an extremely hard-to-detect black aura condensed above the headless body.

I didn't have the habit of preparing ultimate moves for the opponent on the weekends, so I just ended it immediately.

"go!"

He stretched out his hand and pushed it, and the white-bone hundred ghost flags grew in the wind.

Become huge in an instant!

A faint blue light spread out, and powerful power suppressed this black energy.

"No! Why didn't you let your guard down?"

Overlapping voices sounded, both male and female!

Weekend twitched the corner of his mouth, is this guy an idiot? The spell released after death has not stopped, how could he not be vigilant?

Even if those ghosts and monsters are not counted, the white mist is still gathering around, doesn't it already explain everything?

"Suppression!" Weekend didn't want to talk nonsense and shouted softly.

The power of the White Bone Hundred Ghost Banner suddenly shook, and pitch-black ghost hands appeared to tear apart the black energy.

"Damn it! If this is the case, I will steal your magic weapon and become a ghost cultivator!"

A voice full of resentment sounded from the black air.

The black energy suddenly rushed upwards and rushed in the opposite direction towards the magic weapon White Bones Hundred Demon Banner.

This magic weapon was refined by his own hands over the weekend, and it is connected to his heart and mind and integrated with each other.

Even a strong person like the mage cannot forcibly cut off the connection.

But Elder Song has his own secret method that allows him to integrate himself into the magic weapon, and then compete with the owner of the magic weapon to snatch the magic weapon.

Elder Song felt resentful in his heart. This was not without cost.

He needs to use the power of his soul to fight against the mark left by the other party.

What is consumed is the essence of one's own soul, but only part of the opponent's strength is destroyed.

It's simply not cost-effective to do so.

But now Elder Song has no choice. As long as this magic weapon exists, there is probably no chance of winning in the soul state.

Who allowed him to be carelessly approached!

"No matter how talented he is, he is just a Taoist priest, and his soul is fundamentally different from mine. It only takes a few seconds for me to seize this magic weapon. Then I can escape and cultivate for a while, and then come back to find it."

revenge!"

The hatred in his heart made Elder Song move three points faster, and he rushed into the magic weapon in an instant.

Weekend looked at the man in black coldly and said two words calmly.

"idiot!"

Then, a voice sounded from the magic weapon.

"No...impossible..."

The short sound had no follow-up, and then violent fluctuations came from the magic weapon.

Weekend raised his eyebrows and looked at the magic weapon in surprise.

"Self-destruction? In order not to be enslaved, you are so ruthless." Weekend shook his head slightly. Even if this guy was alive, there was no way he would waste the position of the White Bones Hyakki Banner for him.

The surrounding fog gradually dissipated, restoring the distant vision.

The ghosts have been swallowed by the ghost tiger. After losing the power of their master, their resistance is even weaker.

Over the weekend, I looked at the ghost tiger with a distended belly and traces of activity.

He shook his head and received it into the White Bones Hundred Ghost Banner, letting it slowly refine its own power.

"This ghost tiger is quite greedy, but digesting these powers will also greatly improve it."

Weekend had already waved his hand to take back the magic weapon and looked at the Five Black Dogs.

The bronze-armored corpse was originally suppressed, but now it suffered great damage due to the death of its owner.

Even if you ignore it, you will most likely die.

However, Wuhei Dog did not let it go, and took the opportunity to bite it directly, swallowing the essence of spring in its body.

(End of chapter)