Those tormented souls were trapped within those swords, and if they wanted to escape, they had to come out of the swords first.

And there is only one way to come out, and that is to smash the sword!

The material for forging the sword was made by the ghost old lady using the decaying coffin that had been buried in the ground for many years as fuel, and under the urging of the secret method, it was cast by melting a hundred years of dark iron.

Then, with the flesh and blood of a total of ninety-eight swordsmen and swordsmen as nourishment, and with the white bones as a array, it took nine hundred and eighty-one days to take shape.

On the day the sword was formed, it forcibly absorbed the souls of those swordsmen and swordsmen.

This kind of refining method is simply unconscionable!

But the good thing is that the quality of the sword soul sword ghost is only a low-level magic weapon, and in terms of operability, it is comparable to a spirit weapon with a weapon spirit!

This kind of method is intolerable to Wang Ming, so he must rescue these souls, and rescuing these souls is equivalent to weakening the strength of the ghost old lady!

And the method that Wang Ming thought of was much simpler.

After many collisions, Wang Ming found that the seemingly soft umbrella surface did not leave any traces at all!

And that sword, every time it collides, there will be a violent vibration!

So he guessed that in terms of materials alone, the strength of the sword was no match for the rejection of heaven in his hand!

In that case, then I will forcibly smash the sword!

In the end, Wang Ming succeeded!

Looking at the sword with a crack in front of her, the ghost old lady trembled her hands and grasped the hilt of the sword, trying to forcibly collect the overflowing black mist.

But as she injected her spiritual power, the rift widened suddenly! and quickly spread to the entire sword and sword!

With a bang, the sword turned into fragments and scattered all over the ground, and where the original sword was, ninety-eight black mist continued to twist in the air, making a piercing whistling sound!

They finally escaped.

"No!" the ghost old lady screamed.

"I'm going to kill you!" The ghost old lady's dry and sunken eyes shot a terrifying chill!

The ninety-eight black mist suddenly began to tremble in the air, although they were free from the shackles of the cage, the main control was still in the hands of the ghost old lady!

Wang Ming's brows furrowed slightly, staring at the black mist tightly.

Ninety-eight black mist trembled and rolled, eventually forming forty-nine swords and forty-nine swords!

The sword is volleyed in the air, and the murderous spirit is fierce!

"Die!" the old lady shouted, and pointed forward with her right hand!

Although he was very reluctant, those swords still stabbed at Wang Ming with a scream!

Wang Ming was not frightened by this shocking scene, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he quickly retreated, while his right hand quickly pinched the hand.

"Ghost Gate, open!" With a soft shout, a circular distorted space appeared in front of Wang Ming, and a pure netherworld aura began to permeate the air.

With a screeching sword, rush in one after another!

They may be transformed into swords, but they are still ghosts!

As the distorted space returned to normal, the entire courtyard fell silent, and the screaming was gone.

Feeling the warm current of merit flowing in his body, he relieved the fatigue caused by the high-intensity hand-to-hand combat he had just had, and his mental strength was also restored, and he was even better!

Now Wang Ming has returned to his peak state, on the other hand, the ghost old lady, the natal magic weapon has really disappeared from this world, looking at her empty eyes, like a lost girl.

"What did you do! Why?" the old lady trembled and pointed at Wang Ming, why did she lose control of those spirits?

What was that distorted space just now? The aura inside made her, a ghost cultivator, faintly feel palpitations!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the ghost old lady's already rickety body became even more languishing.

"In view of your evil deeds, today is your time of death!" Wang Ming held an umbrella and pointed to the ghost old lady from afar, announcing her death.

"Hehe, junior, your spell is indeed infinitely mysterious, but if you want to kill me, you are still a little tender! I will let you see the true means of the peak powerhouse of the Resurrection Realm today!" The ghost old lady raised her hand tremblingly while coughing up blood.

"Huh?" This old guy vomited blood and vomited like this, and there are still means?

The sword soul and sword ghost just now, fortunately, there was a rejection of the sky, otherwise Wang Ming would have to seek support from the underworld a long time ago!

If that wasn't her strongest measure, what would it be?

Wang Ming's expression became solemn.

The ground beneath his feet began to tremble, and the gravel was jumping happily.

Earthquake?

Wang Ming's footsteps moved slightly, looking at the ghost old lady while keeping an eye on the ground.

"I originally kept this thing for the catastrophe, but I didn't expect that you, a junior, could force me to such a point, it's good!" The ghost old lady had already vomited more than three liters of blood, but the whole person's emotions were getting higher and higher!

Boom, the ground cracks!

A dry hand sticks out of the crack!

Immediately after, the crack widened, and a strong man in armor crawled out!

It's just that it's a little inappropriate to say that a strong man is a big man, and the main thing to say is that his armor looks really burly, but judging from his exposed hands, his body should have dried up?!

"This is the ink armor yin corpse I refined to fight against the Heavenly Tribulation, it is your honor to die under his hands!" the ghost old lady said with a smile, just spraying blood from time to time to make her look really miserable.

The eyes of the Ink Armor Yin Corpse lit up with two green glooms, as if he hadn't moved for a long time, he first slowly stretched his arms, and made a clicking sound.

Then he exerted force under his feet, and with a bang, the ground cracked, and the ink armor yin corpse shot towards Wang Ming like an arrow off the string!

The speed caught Wang Ming off guard, and as soon as he crossed the sky in front of his chest, he was knocked away with a bang!

After smashing the wall into a humanoid depression, free flight stopped.

"Wow!" Wang Ming spurted out a mouthful of blood, although he had blocked it with the sky just now, but the final impact was still borne by himself!

The right hand holding the umbrella has been fractured, and several ribs in the chest have been broken, and I am afraid that it has also injured the internal organs.

Wang Ming felt like he had been hit by a train!

"Ahem. Wang Ming reluctantly stood up and vomited out a few blood clots, which seemed to really hurt his internal organs.

"I can't even withstand the blow of my ink armor yin corpse, and you still want to kill me?" what a joke!" the ghost old lady sneered.

But she was still a little relieved in her heart, although this kid's methods were very weird, but in the face of absolute power, they were all useless!

And his very strange umbrella is really powerful, it was hit by the ink armor yin corpse like this, and it was still unscathed!

If this kid's physique is strong enough, with that umbrella in his hand, it is estimated that it will be difficult for the Mojia Yin Corpse to hurt him!

What a baby! You'll be mine later! The ghost old lady looked at it a few more times.

She wouldn't have thought that the umbrella was hers before.