Wuhun Lingzhu from Douluo

Chapter 238 A Careless Death
Moreover, when did this kid practice the paper figurine, and he still has such great strength.

This bit of doubt is the reason why the weekend has not exposed the paper figurine method over the years.

There was no time for Elder Song to hesitate, and a series of spells and lights flickered.

To his surprise, there was no such strong restraint ability, allowing the paper figurine to let go of the control directly.

In that astonishment with a trace of horror on his face, streaks of white light rushed towards his face.

On the weekend in the mist, there was a gleam in his eyes.

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

"Roar!"

With a low roar that seemed to explode in the ear, the bells of everyone in this area rang.

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

The moment Pang Pang's tiger head came out, he opened his bloody mouth and bit towards the weekend.

With one bite, he bit the child wrapped around Weekend's right hand.

"what!"

The unprecedented sharp sound, like a sound wave, exploded in all directions.

This kid felt the crisis for the first time, which was different from the righteous talismans just now.

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

Coupled with his special ability, a connection has been established 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.

Yellow flames scorched its ghost, severing its power connections.

With a grim face on the weekend, he turned around and rushed out.

The right hand of a black and white color is holding a banner of white bones and a hundred ghosts, and the right hand is a claw.

The birds that had just been released were scattered in all directions, providing an almost comprehensive survey for the weekend.

There is only one direction, and there is a blank.

The direction is neither big nor small. If you have to search for a second or two, the chance will be gone.

But fortunately, the paper figurine itself can also provide the effect of surveying.

Like a cannonball fired from an explosion, the weekend rushed into the white mist in less than a second.

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

I saw the golden armored warrior tightly hugging a man in black.

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

When he saw Weekend suddenly appearing and rushing over, his eyes froze for a moment, and then the fierce light became fierce.

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

Although he is a mage, the mana in his body has changed qualitatively, and he has comprehended the way of art.

The soul has transformed and is far stronger than the mortal.

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

And the armored corpses and ghosts that he has the ability to break free from this power are not by his side.

He couldn't break free in a short period of time with several techniques, he was careless.

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

In the current situation, it is considered a dead end.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound, like a watermelon bursting.

The blood was smashed to pieces, and the flesh and blood sprayed on the ground nearby to form a fan.

Some white flowers are scattered among them.

A body without a head appeared in front of Weekend.

On weekends, he flicked the five fingers of his left hand, and instead of letting go of his vigilance, he raised his right hand.

Is this guy in front of me dead?

There is no doubt that the head is gone, absolutely dead.

But so, is there no danger?
If you think so, then you are wrong, big mistake!
For a successful Taoist priest, death is not the end.

A wisp of black aura that was extremely difficult to detect, condensed above the headless corpse.

On weekends, I didn't have the habit of preparing big moves for the opponent, so I did it directly.

"go with!"

Stretch out your hand and push, and the banner of bones and ghosts grows against the wind.

Instantly become huge!
A faint blue light spread out, and a powerful force suppressed the black air.

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

Overlapping voices sounded, like men and women!

The corner of his mouth twitched on the weekend, is this guy an idiot?The spell released by the dead person has not stopped, how could he not be vigilant?
Even if those ghosts are not counted, the white mist is still condensed around, doesn't it explain everything?
"Suppression!" Weekend didn't want to talk nonsense, so he sipped softly.

The power of the Bone Hundred Ghost Banner suddenly shook, and pitch-black ghost hands appeared to tear the black air one after another.

"Damn it! It's like this, I'll steal your magic weapon and become a ghost cultivator!"

A voice full of resentment sounded from the black air.

The cloud of black air rushed upwards immediately, and rushed in the opposite direction towards the magic weapon, the bones and the hundred ghosts.

This magic weapon was personally refined on the weekend, and it was connected with his mind and fused with each other.

Even a strong man like a mage can't forcibly cut off the connection.

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

Elder Song felt hatred in his heart, it was not without price.

He needs to use his soul power to fight against the imprint left by the opponent.

What is consumed is the essence of one's own soul, but what is obliterated is only a part of the opponent's power.

It just doesn't pay off.

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 made him accidentally get close!

"No matter how high his aptitude is, he is just a Daoist cultivation base. The essence of his soul is very different from mine. I can take this magic weapon in just a few seconds. When the time comes, I will escape and cultivate for a while, and then come back to find it. revenge!"

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

Looking at the man in black coldly on the weekend, he said two words lightly.

"idiot!"

Then, the voice of rang out from the magic weapon.

"No...impossible..."

There was no follow-up after a short sound, followed by violent fluctuations, coming from the magic weapon.

Weekend frowned, looking at the magic weapon in surprise.

"Self-explosion? In order not to be enslaved, it's so ruthless." Weekend shook his head slightly, even if this guy is alive, it is impossible to waste the position of a bone and a hundred ghosts for him.

The surrounding fog gradually dissipated, restoring distant vision.

The ghosts have been swallowed by the ghost tiger, and after losing their master's power, their resistance is even weaker.

On the weekend, I watched the ghost tiger with a swollen stomach and traces of activity.

Shaking his head, he received it into the Bone Hundred Ghost Banner, letting it slowly refine his own power.

"This ghost tiger is quite greedy, but digesting these powers will also get a great improvement."

Weekend waved back the magic weapon, and looked at Wuheigou.

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

Even if you ignore it, there is a high probability that you will die.

However, Wuheigou didn't let it go, and took the opportunity to bite it directly, devouring the essence of spring in its body.

(End of this chapter)