Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

The sinister ghosts were still approaching step by step. Each ghost's face had an expression of the moment of death, its cheeks were sunken, its face was ferocious, its body was stained with blood, and some of them could even see their exposed organs.

It is truly a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, a purgatory on earth!

Fortunately, they were unconscious and stumbled and walked slowly, giving Uncle Ji and Chu Yao a moment to breathe.

"Third Uncle, Five Thunder Techniques!" Chu Yao said loudly.

"The Five Thunder Method can only delay them for half a minute at most!" Uncle Ji frowned and said.

"It's okay, half a minute is enough!" Chu Yao smiled lightly, raised his hands in front of his chest, and formed seals quickly!

Uncle Ji just glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and was shocked, "Yao Yao, no! The spiritual energy in a Feng Shui master's body is limited. If you want to draw the Spiritual Condensation Sword, you have to risk your life!"

"It doesn't matter, I know it well!"

After saying this, she pursed her lips, closed her eyes tightly, and concentrated on forming seals!

She has died once, will she be afraid of dying again?

"Alas!" Uncle Ji sighed. Although there is no other way now, he will definitely die if he draws the spirit condensing sword. It is extremely difficult to condense the spiritual energy into a liquid state, let alone condense it into a solid sword. sword?

Furthermore, once the aura becomes a sword, it cannot be controlled by the Feng Shui master. Many Feng Shui masters have died of exhaustion because of this.

Uncle Ji San's left hand kept hitting the exorcism talisman, forcing the evil spirits to be unable to move forward. Then he used his right hand to draw five thunder talismans and hit them all at once!

The sound of thunder suddenly started, and the five-color thunder struck down from high in the sky. Although it was not as good as the purple-gold divine thunder above the nine heavens, it still wiped out thousands of fierce ghosts!

Most of the Yin Hun's team disappeared in an instant. Before Uncle Ji San could take a breath, he saw that the Yin Hun's numbers were increasing instead of decreasing, and their progress was even faster.

Uncle Ji squinted his eyes and looked behind the ghost.

There was a hazy blood mist there, which looked like a human shape, but not like a human shape. His body was constantly twisting and shaking, emitting thousands of blood lines, connecting to the ghosts in front of him.

It's the white tiger!

He is not dead!

Uncle Ji had to speed up the process of making the talisman in the void. However, because Chu Yao was forming seals, the burden of fighting the ghosts fell on him alone. After only ten seconds, Uncle Ji felt a little strenuous.

He didn't know how much Chu Yao's spiritual energy had been condensed, but he could only hold on for another seven seconds at most. There was already a fishy-sweet taste in his throat, and he could hardly lift his arms...

No, he must hold on!

The evil spirit of the ghost was less than 30 centimeters away from them, and they could even smell the stench of rotting corpses. Uncle Ji's eyes were also dim and blurry. Only one hand was still waving in the air, making a few light lines. of gold charms.

If it was twenty minutes ago, the golden talisman made by Uncle Ji could kill hundreds of ghosts with one stroke, but now the golden talisman cannot even hurt a single ghost.

Just five seconds left...

Just a little bit different...

Even though he was determined, his physical weakness prevented him from continuing to make the talisman, and his body fell lightly to one side!

"Brother Shaoyan!" Jin Xiaoxing hated that he didn't even have the slightest skill on his body, so he could only watch them get hurt.

Suddenly, he saw a sword hilt not far from him, which was Uncle Ji Sanshuang Sword.

Although the sword body was almost completely destroyed, there was still a small fragment on the hilt. He picked it up without thinking.

At this time, the ghost at the front stretched out his skeletal hand, less than an arm's length away from Uncle Ji Sanshu and Chu Yao.

Jin Xiaoxing gritted his teeth and inserted the hilt of the sword hard into his chest!

People often say that pain is heartbreaking, and Jin Xiaoxing really experienced what "heartbreaking" means today. He was in pain so much that he almost lost consciousness, but he still looked up at the ghost.

As he wished, Bai Hu's body like blood mist instantly became lighter, and most of the red threads involving the ghosts were cut off. All the ghosts seemed to have pressed the pause button, and strangely stopped their movements. action.

At the same time, Chu Yao's last seal was completed.

She opened her eyes, her eyes were as calm as water, without sadness or joy. A hundred-meter-long spiritual sword hung high above her head. The sword body was a clear and warm emerald green, and the moonlight coated it with frost and snow. of coldness.

Its color was more beautiful than any glass jade stone that Jin Xiaoxing had ever seen. In the last few seconds of his life, he was able to see such a rare thing, which was considered a life worth living.

Even the unconscious ghost shivered inexplicably and even began to flee backwards.

They don't know what the Lingling Ningjian is, but they are just out of an instinctive fear.

However, there is no use running.

Chu Yao raised his right hand and raised his sword. With just a wave of his finger, the spiritual sword in the air slashed forward——

With just one sword, thousands of ghosts can be killed!

The fierce ghost beast had no time to cry out, and was chopped down by the sword. The smoke disappeared. Wherever the spiritual sword touched, not even a trace of evil energy was left behind.

As for the white tiger, he had returned to his original form, a spirit wood puppet as big as a palm and scaled down to the human body, with a bloody stain on his chest.

Chu Yao sent some spiritual energy into Uncle Ji's body beside her. After seeing Uncle Ji's leisurely awakening, she went to check on Yu Nuoyan's condition.

Fortunately, she just fainted and was not harmed by the evil spirits.

"Hiss..." Uncle Ji wanted to sit up, but his limbs were so sore.

He smiled bitterly. The feeling of overdrafting his spiritual energy was not pleasant. He might have to conserve it for three to five years.

"Wait, where is Xiao Xing?" Uncle Ji stood up unsteadily and looked around. Regardless of the pain in his body, he ran towards Jin Xiaoxing's side.

"Xiao Xing, you..." Uncle Ji saw the hilt of the sword on his chest. How could he not know that he had bought a few crucial seconds for Chu Yao with his own life?

He raised his hands to seal several of Jin Xiaoxing's large acupuncture points, and poured all the remaining spiritual energy into his meridians, but he also knew that once his heart was severely injured, Daluo Jinxian would not be able to save him.

"Brother Shaoyan, don't...don't waste your efforts..." Jin Xiaoxing said extremely weakly.

Uncle Ji San's heart was full of mixed feelings. It was natural that he was moved without saying much, but he didn't know how to face him.

After all, if Jin Xiaoxing hadn't created a substitute who was stronger than himself, how could these incidents suddenly happen?

He had thousands of words to say, but he couldn't say a word at this time. He only turned into a complaint, "Xiao Xing, you are confused!"

"Brother Shaoyan... I, I deceived you first, it was me... I was wrong..." Jin Xiaoxing gasped, "But I... I sincerely... made friends with you, never... never It hurts your heart..."

"I know, I know everything!" Uncle Ji's eyes were sore, but he still nodded repeatedly.

Perhaps because of the flashback, his complexion suddenly turned a little rosy, and his speech was no longer choppy, "I have no other regrets. After I leave, you can help me donate all my property. I often didn't have enough to eat when I was a child. , I don’t want there to be other children like me, so just help me donate to those poor children..."

"Okay." Uncle Ji wiped his eyes. Jin Xiaoxing had been doing charity work on weekdays, and it was not just his wish before his death.

Jin Xiaoxing took a deep breath and said, "I have one last question to ask you."

"What?" Uncle Ji whispered.