The boss comes down the mountain, the shady second master is addicted to flirting

The ground was still shaking.

It means that the guy behind the scenes hasn't come out yet.

Tang Qingnian pointed his sword down, drew a medium-sized circle on the ground, and told Shen Xingyue and the other eight people: "Don't leave this circle. I will take you out after everything is resolved later."

Having said this, Tang Qingnian picked up Heidou and stroked Heidou's dog head. Then he put Heidou into the circle and placed it next to Shen Xingyue: "I'll leave Heidou here to accompany you. It can deal with most imps. As long as you don't leave this circle, no imp can come in. It's a double right." It’s insured.”

Shen Xingyue looked at Heidou and then at Tang Qingnian, her eyes dazzled and her voice trembled as she spoke: "Sister Qingnian, don't worry, I will never go out."

"Yeah." Tang Qingnian rubbed the hair on the top of her head soothingly.

Shen Xingyue trusted Tang Qingnian 100%, took Heidou over and put him in his arms, sitting in the circle and not daring to move.

Heidou, who had always been aloof, lay in her arms, motionless and silent.

Looking at the conditions of other people in the circle, Shen Xingyue couldn't stop crying.

Sister Qingnian said that they were all still alive and could definitely be saved.

But it looks really miserable and terrifying!

If she didn't have Sister Qingnian's amulet in her hand, I'm afraid...

Shen Xingyue kept sniffing and did not cry to disturb Tang Qingnian, but her tears could not stop.

The ground shook hard for a while.

Suddenly.

A well-preserved golden nanmu coffin burst out of the ground and jumped into the void.

There was a "bang" sound.

Thrust heavily into the ground.

The lid of the coffin flew off.

The ghost cultivator inside looks like he was in his fifties, maintaining the same appearance as when he died, with long braids from the Qing Dynasty, half of his head bald, wearing official robes, looking like a Qing Dynasty official, with a hanging hanging around his neck. A string of beads.

In 1616 AD, the Jurchen leader of Jianzhou, Aixinjueluo Nurhachi, founded the country and made Shengjing the capital. It was the original center of political power of the Qing Dynasty. More than years have passed.

It seems that this male ghost Xiu Ding is from the Qing Dynasty.

It has been practicing for at least three hundred years!

Tang Qingnian looked at him: "Are you the one who is causing trouble?"

The male ghost cultivator looked up to the sky and laughed: "Little girl, after so many years, you are the second heavenly master who has seen my true appearance. You are very brave to break my barrier and disturb my practice! Come on, you little angel The teacher's cultivation level should be good. Stay and wait for me to rebuild the altar. You will sacrifice on the altar for ninety-nine and eighty-one days, and I will eat your soul again. By then, even that person will have no choice but to be toyed with by me. In the palm of your hand, hahaha, hahahahaha..."

He smiled extremely proudly.

That person?

Who is that person?

The first heavenly master to see him?

A ghost that has caused so many lives, if a heavenly master sees him, he should be beaten to death. If he was not scattered, it only meant that the Heavenly Master could not do anything to him. But listening to his voice, it didn't sound like he couldn't defeat him.

What does it mean?

Tang Qingnian woke up early in the morning and traveled a long way to Beijing. After a long day of work, his mind was a little confused and he had no time to think about many things. He sneered: "Hiding one's head and showing one's tail, you are just like a dog. How dare you use these insidious methods to harm people and ghosts." You are not ashamed of your words. Today I will do justice for heaven and accept you, the evil spirit who has done so many evil things!"

The male ghost cultivator did not agree with her words: "Natural selection, survival of the fittest, cultivation is to respect the strong. If they have the ability, they can let me sacrifice for them. Since they have no ability, they can sacrifice for me Sacrifice, help me practice, that is their blessing. You are a little Celestial Master who is not old, but your tone is not small. Accept me? You are the one who is not ashamed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his dead white hands sprouted black nails more than ten centimeters long, which were as sharp as knives. His face was ferocious, and he flew towards Tang Qingnian with a ferocious look.

Taking action is the ultimate move.

Willing to win.

"careful!"

Not far away, Han Yanlin shouted worriedly.

Tang Qingnian's feet were rooted and he didn't even move.

Han Yanlin held the magic weapon in his hand and rushed straight up.

next second.

The male ghost cultivator rushed towards Tang Qingnian and dug his black nails straight into his heart.

"what……"

A miserable, piercing scream.

When everyone came to their senses, Tang Qingnian had already cut off the male ghost cultivator's extended hand at the wrist.

The male ghost cultivator let out a sharp scream in pain, and the ghost energy around him was strong.

Regroup.

He attacked Tang Qingnian's waist and abdomen again.

Tang Qingnian jumped up and kicked him on the head.

He was kicked backwards.

Before he could react, the wooden sword in Tang Qingnian's hand had already pierced his heart. She clenched the hilt of the sword and swung it to the left. The male ghost cultivator was chopped off at chest level. The body from the chest up was flying around in the air, with his mouth open and screaming in disbelief: "How could this happen! How could this happen! How could you be more powerful than that person! Impossible, impossible..."

Probably unwilling to do so.

He yelled and grinned while approaching Tang Qingnian again.

Tang Qingnian thrust his sword directly between his eyebrows.

The power of thunder roared.

The male ghost cultivator glared at Tang Qingnian fiercely. He felt the power of thunder in the wooden sword and did not dare to go any further.

After several rounds of fighting, Tang Qingnian thought of something. He pressed the tip of his sword against his life gate and asked with a cold face: "Who is the other Celestial Master you just mentioned? Why didn't he accept you? You reached an agreement with him. What was the deal?"

A man's face suddenly flashed in the male ghost cultivator's mind.

He couldn't believe that his three hundred years of cultivation were so vulnerable! I can't believe that Tang Qingnian defeated him so easily!

But with the facts before him, he couldn't help but not believe it.

Talk or not, Tang Qingnian would not let him go.

Then why did he say it?

Wouldn't it be more interesting to have an unknown sword hanging above this little Heavenly Master's head forever?

The male ghost cultivator laughed like crazy: "Hahaha, hahahaha... The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, go ahead!"

Tang Qingnian poured spiritual power into the lightning wooden sword, and the power of thunder surged crazily. She sneered: "I only need to move my fingers a little to make your soul fly away. If you tell the truth, I will give you a pleasure. If not, you You should have some idea of ​​how many ghosts you have captured and how many powerful ghosts you have trained. They will definitely hate you to the core. If I hand you over to them, your soul will be eaten away inch by inch. You should have been practicing for three hundred years. Have you ever tasted the heart-piercing pain?"

Eating the soul inch by inch?

Not to mention it was a male ghost cultivator.

Everyone else present was so frightened that their faces turned pale.

After a person dies and becomes a ghost, he still feels pain.

The pain of eating away at the soul is even more painful than eating away at the body of a living person.

After all, a living person will faint, become numb, go into shock, and feel no pain if the pain is extreme. But the soul body will not. Until the last inch of the soul body is eaten away, you can still feel the pain that is bitten deep into the bone marrow.

This kind of soul-crushing method...

It is simply more terrifying than the punishment in the eighteenth level of hell.