Super NPC system

Chapter 202 Running away
Woo-wow-

Suddenly, a loud noise shook the world, violent ghost aura raged across the audience, and the eerie cold wind blew, causing Mu Qingcheng's long hair to flutter and his clothes to flutter wildly.

"Ghost king change, the first change—"

"Evil! Ghost! Change—" came the dark and stern voice, with a sense of dread.

The first transformation of the ghost general's ghost king transformation, the evil ghost transformation.Already done.

In front of Wuming, there is an evil ghost as tall as several floors, with white teeth barbed, a pair of huge ghost claws, black skin dryly attached to the bones of the hand, like a water tank. The eyeballs, the bald back of the head, are densely packed with dozens of ghost eyes, and the undulating belly is full of the heads of those evil ghosts and ghosts moving...

"Damn it—this is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen—Nimma's—" Mu Qingcheng felt goosebumps all over his body just by looking at it.

"Wow--this guy's current aura doesn't seem to be much worse than those of ghost kings--" the old Taoist was most familiar with these ghosts and was most sensitive to their strength, shouted.

"The nameless old ghost doesn't seem to last long, boy—don't run around—" the old Taoist said, stretched out his hand to grab Mu Qingcheng and put him in a position, and ordered.

Wuming stared solemnly at the ghost general after completing the transformation, the aura on his body really put too much pressure on him, already equivalent to the coercion of a master of virtual fusion.

"The black soul has met Lord Ghost Envoy—congratulations, Lord Ghost Envoy, for breaking through the realm of ghost king and becoming the noble ghost king." People cannot run away.

"Wuwahaha——" The ghost emissary glanced at the black soul ghost general.

Although the two are both in the realm of ghost generals, who made the black soul ghost generals not only inferior to others in strength, but also not as strong as others in the backstage?Therefore, in front of Lord Guishi, the black soul ghost will be like a courtier of the king of swordsmanship.

"Black Soul—very good, very good—led the ghost soldiers and captured the two human monks. This king will personally tear the human monks into pieces." Lord Ghost Messenger screamed, obviously out of hatred for Wuming. Terrible, to dispel the hatred in my heart, I have to personally cut Wuming's body into thousands of pieces.

Wuming heard the eerie words of the ghost, and knew that he would face the opponent's extremely fierce attack next, so he couldn't help being cautious and became extremely alert.

"Woo-wow--" As soon as the ghost emissary finished speaking, the huge ghost claws slapped Wuming.

Wuming's brows were furrowed tightly, his breath was condensed, and he was preparing to gather all his strength to fight this ghostly envoy.

"Phantom-shadow-jue-kill-"

"point--"

Wuming let out a deep drink, his eyes were solemn, and instantly separated 660 six phantom clones, and the space they were standing in was full of Wuming's figures.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!whoosh-

The six phantom clones of 660 launched attacks at the same time, rushing towards the big hand of the ghost envoy.

bang... bang—

A nameless attack may not be a big deal to the Ghost Envoy whose cultivation level is comparable to that of Hexu at this time, but 660 and six nameless attacks are launched at the same time as the strongest combined attack. Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, and the power produced is not one plus. It's that simple.

There was a loud noise, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and there was the pained scream of Master Guishi.

"Niu X..." Mu Qingcheng exclaimed in admiration. He never imagined that the "Phantom Lore" that was easily defeated by a disciple of the golden core stage who was sure to win at that time, was now facing a ghost general who was comparable to the virtual stage. , on the contrary, it exerted its strongest power, not only breaking the attack of the ghost general, but also hurting the ghost general.

Sure enough, no matter how powerful the spell is, it also has its fatal weakness. Only one's own true strength is the most reliable guarantee.

Mu Qingcheng knew that when the 'Phantom Lore' had to win against the top, it was not that its power was too weak, but the speed of the must-get, which happened to be the nemesis of 'Phantom Lore', and it could kill the phantom before it exerted its power. Break each one.But now that the 'Phantom Killer' wounded the ghost general, it wasn't that the ghost general was too weak, but because his power was scattered, so Wuming gathered all his power at one point and wounded him.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-" power, but the results were beyond everyone's expectations.

A strong ghost energy wrapped around the ghost messenger's injured ghost hand, and he immediately recovered from the injury.

"Oh, the nameless old ghost is in trouble. Boy, stay there obediently and don't move around, I'm going to save the nameless old ghost—" the old Taoist shouted, and flew towards the nameless in a flash.

"Death to the old Taoist—" The old Taoist swung the mahogany sword in his hand, beheading the approaching ghost soldiers.

"Xuanhuang Zhenqi——" the old Taoist opened his mouth and exhaled a mouthful of vitality. This breath of vitality was unusual and gave Mu Qingcheng a sense of simplicity. It seemed to be an ancient aura from a long time ago. It was extremely pure and clean, and it seemed to be the very beginning of the world. One of the general breath, thick and solid.

When those ghost soldiers encountered this vitality, they turned into smoke and dissipated.

"Xuanhuang Zhenqi? What kind of breath is this? It seems to be very restrained to those ghosts—" Mu Qingcheng is also very interested in these methods of the old Taoist priest. It seems quite interesting, and there are some unique features It seems to be particularly effective against these ghosts.

"Hahaha—little ghost general, the old Taoist will not play with you anymore, nameless old ghost, let's go—" The old Taoist greeted Wuming, then flipped his hands and took out a spirit card from nowhere.

"Wuliang Tianzun. The patriarch is above, and the unworthy disciple under the sect——Daoming, is in danger today, and I beg the patriarch to show up to save him—duh—" The old Taoist threw the spirit card in his hand at the ghost general.

I saw the letter on the spirit card: the God of God, the founder of the corpse gate, the real person Tianling——

What the old Taoist held in his hand turned out to be the tablet of the founder of their sect.Wait a minute, the gate of exorcising corpses——Mu Qingcheng thought, isn't this the sect of little Taoists!This old Taoist turned out to be the one who "drives out the dead body"?

"Beasts—"

Suddenly the tablet exploded, and a shout of anger came from far away in the sky, like thunder on the ground and an explosion in the clear sky.

The ghost envoy was taken aback, but immediately realized that the other party was just a divine thought descending.Immediately became crazy.

"The two worlds of immortals and ghosts are not related to each other—this king captured a few people who wandered into the ghost world, why did you intervene—maybe you think that a mere divine thought will come, and you can have no worries in my ghost world—— —” the ghost emissary yelled.

"Bold——" The Founding Patriarch just came down with a divine sense, separated by a lot of space, and there is not much wisdom attached to it, so he was immediately enraged and directed to the sky. Zhenlei blasted towards the ghost envoy, and also enveloped the black soul general in the attack area.

The old Taoist priest and Wuming took the opportunity to run to Mu Qingcheng's side.

"Master Patriarch is just a Divine Sense descending, it can't stop this ghost from using it for long, let's run away quickly with the formation—haha——" The old Taoist said bluntly, not knowing the embarrassment of not being able to beat the opponent.

After taking out a few things and typing them out, the old Taoist muttered a few words, made a few formulas, and immediately activated the formation that had already been arranged.

Lord Ghost Messenger quickly commanded the ghost soldiers to swarm up like a swarm, trying to stop the three of them from escaping by using the formation.

"Hahaha——Let's enjoy the old Tao's calling bell again—" The old Tao laughed, took out a golden bell, grabbed the handle, and shook it vigorously a few times.

Ding!Bell, ding!Bell, ding ding ding!bell……

When the little ghosts heard the old Taoist's bell, they looked painful, their feet were weak, and they couldn't stand steadily.Where can I rush up to stop the formation.

"Hahaha - let's go -" the old man taunted the ghost envoy with winking eyes, and the three of them were teleported away as soon as the formation was opened.Where can these ghosts still see their traces.

(End of this chapter)