Ge Yu knew that even if he sacrificed the means of the Seven Swords of Huoli, he couldn't help Uncle Bei Ming, this person's cultivation was strong, and he was a little more fierce than the Hongming Zhenren of the Ghost Refining Hall at the beginning, and he had to use more powerful means to deter him.

At that moment, Ge Yu took advantage of the fact that the seven swords of the fire were constantly hitting the Northern Hell Ghost Uncle, and hurriedly pinched a few complicated hand duels again, and shouted loudly in his mouth: "Lingbao Tianzun, comfort the body, disciple's soul, the five internal organs Xuanming, the green dragon and the white tiger, the battle is varied, the Vermilion Bird Xuanwu, guard me...... Haste as the law......"

Maoshan God Fighting!

As a last resort, Ge Yu had no choice but to use the cultivation method that he had relied on the most so far, which was the world-famous Maoshan Divine Fighting Technique.

Those seven small swords couldn't delay the Northern Ghost Uncle for long at all, and Ge Yu had to urge this supreme method as quickly as possible, so that he could have the possibility of turning defeat into victory.

The current situation is precarious, as long as you hang up, then everyone you brought today will die.

When Ge Yu urged the spell of this Maoshan Divine Fighting Technique, the surrounding Qi Field rolled endlessly, mighty, and suddenly, a white light suddenly flew from a distance, falling directly on Ge Yu's body, and from Ge Yu's heavenly spirit directly into his body.

But seeing that Ge Yu's body trembled slightly, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and Ge Yu's divine sense was instantly suppressed into the spiritual platform.

This is a very familiar Taoist aura, Ge Yu feels very familiar, before he understands what is going on, his divine consciousness has already reached the spiritual platform, and he can no longer control his body.

Ge Yu wasn't sure what powerful divine consciousness had descended on him this time.

Every time he used this Maoshan Divine Fighting Technique, Ge Yu's body would collapse for a long time, but Ge Yu felt that every time he used the Maoshan Divine Fighting Technique, he would also grow rapidly.

Ge Yu was most worried that if he couldn't invite any very powerful divine sense, and he couldn't suppress this Northern Ghost Uncle, it would be even worse, and he would definitely die without a place to be buried.

Just when that wisp of powerful divine consciousness descended on Ge Yu, the Northern Ghost Uncle had already swept away all the seven swords that burst out of Ge Yu's Maoshan Seven Star Sword.

When Uncle Bei Ying slowly walked towards Ge Yu with the twin knives that were braving the Nine Nether Fires, he suddenly felt an indescribable strangeness from Ge Yu's body.

At this time, Ge Yu's clothes were windless, and his spirit was very vigorous, especially those eyes, which were resolute and deep, clear as the eyes of a newborn.

This is a pair of eyes that only top masters can have.

Seven or eight steps away from Ge Yu, Uncle Bei Ming's footsteps stopped, squinted his eyes and looked at Ge Yu, and said after a while: "You are not the person just now, I know that Maoshan has a very profound technique, called Maoshan Divine Fighting Technique, which can bring a powerful consciousness to himself, and he has succeeded in asking God now, right?" ”

"Yes, this kid did invite me over." Ge Yu said suddenly.

But at this moment, it was not Ge Yu who was speaking, but the powerful consciousness attached to his body was speaking.

Although the voice was Ge Yu's, Ge Yu felt very familiar with the tone of his speech.

Particularly special familiarity.

At that moment, Ge Yu's mood was unusually excited.

"I don't care who you are, don't be nosy, my Uncle Bei Ming Ghost has killed countless people, and there are not a few ghosts he has killed, can you see these knives in my hands? It's the Nine Nether Flames burning on it, if you don't want your soul to fly away, get out of here, I'll only give you one chance! Uncle Bei Hades threatened.

"Huh...... What about the Nine Nether Fires? Do you think the poor road will be afraid? Now I'll give you a chance too, get out now, I can give you a way to live. The powerful divine sense laughed.

"Who the hell are you!?" Uncle Bei Ying was furious, and the double knives in his hands slammed into each other, and the Nine Nether Flames burning on it became even more vigorous.

"The person you want to kill is my apprentice, I am the master of this kid, the apprentice invites the master to come over, it is justified, can I still see death and not be saved?" The powerful divine sense said again.

"You...... You...... Are you a real person? Uncle Beiming's frightened body began to tremble.

"Yes, the poor road is the edge of the dust, are you afraid?" The powerful divine sense smiled faintly.

At this time, Ge Yu's divine consciousness was forcibly pressed to the spiritual platform, and when he heard that the powerful divine consciousness said that it was his master, Ge Yu's mood was extremely excited, and after this divine consciousness came to him, Ge Yu felt a little familiar, and thought that it was the ancestor of Maoshan who went first, but Ge Yu never thought that this powerful divine consciousness was his master.

How is this possible?

Only when a person dies and becomes a ghost cultivator can Ge Yu descend that divine consciousness to himself through the Maoshan Divine Fighting Technique.

So, Master is dead?

Ge Yu couldn't accept it, and he didn't believe that his master was dead.

Ge Yu's divine sense, which was forcibly pressed on the spiritual platform, shouted loudly, and tried his best to communicate with this divine consciousness in his body, asking him if he was his master and why he used the Maoshan Divine Fighting Technique to invite his old man over.

It's just that Ge Yu at this moment can't help but be involuntary, no matter how he struggles, that powerful divine sense can seal his consciousness in the spiritual platform, and the other party has no intention of communicating with him, no matter what Ge Yu says, the other party is silent.

At this time, the Northern Ghost Uncle didn't quite believe it, and gasped heavily: "This ...... It's impossible...... The real person is still alive...... A year ago, I heard that he had returned to Maoshan, and he was so dignified that he couldn't have died...... You're definitely not a real person. ”

"Is it a real person, don't you know if you try my methods?" Saying that, Ge Yu smiled slightly at this time, shook the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword in his hand, and the seven small swords scattered around flew back to the main sword at the same time, and the seven small swords on it collided with each other, clanging and steaming.

Uncle Bei Ying was already a little scared at this time, if it was really the divine consciousness of the real person of Chenyuan who came to Ge Yu's body, then he really couldn't deal with it, what kind of character was Chenyuan?

The previous head of Maoshan is a figure who is more than 100 years old, and he has cultivated to Tongtian, and he is the top master today.

With these means of his own, he can't pass a few tricks under the hands of this real person.

But Uncle Bei Ming thought about it again, this is not right, what if it is a real person in the dust? It's just a wisp of divine consciousness from the real person of the earth, he borrowed Ge Yu's body, and he couldn't even use one-fifth of the usual means, so what was there to be afraid of.

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