Inside the ancient city of Blackwater.

Xu Qianqiu, Wu Qi, and Lao Dao and a few of his disciples came to the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, and before they entered, they felt an amazing resentment sweeping in, and the surroundings became cold, like falling into the middle of winter.

Several of Lao Dao's disciples couldn't help but shudder.

"Master, the powerful ghost in here seems to be extraordinary."

"It is estimated that it is the existence of the Sealing King Realm."

"Ghost King?!"

A few of the disciples were a little drumming.

But Lao Dao's eyes showed a touch of heat, "Don't be afraid, there is a teacher, this ghost can't turn up any wind and waves, don't hide it from you, this time the teacher brought lightning strike wood on his body, this thing specializes in ghosts!" ”

Hearing this, several disciples' eyes lit up.

"Lightning strikes wood? That's great. ”

"Shizun is the realm of the king, plus this lightning strike wood, the ordinary ghost king is not an opponent at all, and this time he will win."

A few disciples were a lot more relaxed.

"Go, open the door."

Lao Dao said.

A disciple cautiously stepped forward and pushed open the door.

A gust of wind whistled out.

Everyone looked at each other, and a disciple walked in with courage.

The rest followed.

Xu Qianqiu and Wu Qi glanced at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

"Master, these people are so timid."

"With their cultivation as the realm, in the face of the ghost king here, it is normal to have this kind of performance." Xu Qianqiu smiled faintly.

He was also trying to see what these people were capable of.

"This friend, you take this."

At this time, Lao Dao took out a talisman seal from the cloth bag and gave it to Xu Qianqiu.

"What is this?"

"This is the ghost suppression talisman, you hold it, if you encounter danger, maybe it can help you." Lao Dao said.

Xu Qianqiu hesitated for a moment, and then accepted the talisman.

He scrutinized.

"This is the Fu Seal, it's the first time I've seen it."

He knew that there were some immortal monks who had the ability to make talismans.

Such as Zhang Daoling.

But Xu Qianqiu hadn't seen it before.

The yellow rune paper, I don't know what material it is, has some peculiar lines painted on it, which looks extremely mysterious and mysterious.

After putting away the talisman seal, Xu Qianqiu looked at the surrounding environment again.

As the city lord's mansion of the ancient city of Heishui, it covers a huge area, rockery garden, and the layout is atmospheric, but now, the surrounding weeds are overgrown and desolate.

"Ahh

At this time.

A scream rang out.

I saw a disciple who was exploring the path in front of him, and suddenly as if he had seen something, he became extremely frightened, collapsed to the ground, and screamed again and again.

The crowd hurriedly walked up.

In the lobby, a woman was dressed in red, green silk like a waterfall, with delicate facial features and a beautiful face, but her face was as white as paper.

Especially those eyes.

There are no whites of the eyes, and they are pitch black.

It exudes an eerie meaning that makes goosebumps rise.

The few people who looked at her only felt a shock in their heads, and all kinds of strange and terrifying visions suddenly appeared in front of them, and they were terrified.

Like the first disciple who screamed, he screamed in fear one after another.

"Don't come here, you devil."

"Woo, don't kill me, don't kill me......"

Xu Qianqiu also looked at the woman in red.

But he didn't feel much of it.

On the contrary, it was the woman in red, who showed a look of horror on her face after seeing him, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

She stared at Xu Qianqiu, her face changing.

"Bold and sneaky! How dare you confuse us and others?! ”

Lao Dao snorted lightly and pinched the mysterious hair trick in his hand.

A wave of immortal qi erupted from his body, and immediately afterward, he took out several talisman seals one after another and pasted them on the foreheads of those disciples.

The disciples who had fallen into treacherous hallucinations recovered one after another.

looked at the woman in red and kept retreating.

"She, she's the ghost king here."

"Good, it's scary."

"If you look at her, you will be eroded by illusions."

After the woman in red saw that several people got rid of their hallucinations, a beautiful smile appeared on her face, but the smile gradually expanded, and the corners of her mouth continued to rise, and soon covered most of her face, and the beautiful smile turned into a hideous and terrifying laugh.

"Die, die, you all have to die!"

"Funeral for Blackwater City!"

The woman in red grinned.

The red clothes on his body flowed through the blood light, and then, a large amount of blood flowed out of the red clothes, turning into a sea of blood.

Resentment, evil spirit, permeated every corner of the surroundings.

Several disciples constantly urged the immortal qi to resist the erosion of blood flow.

"Hmph, carving insect skills, look at me."

Lao Dao snorted lightly, and the peachwood sword in his hand was stuck on the ground.

Faerie's airflow.

"Away from the Fire Sword Domain!"

An immortal realm, directly unleashed.

In the void, golden flames rose into the air, turning into swords of fire, and the blades of the swords flew out directly at the woman in red.

Boom, boom, boom......

Under the attack of the sword qi, the woman in red was beaten backwards.

But the next moment.

A stronger resentment erupted from her body, and more and more blood poured out of the red clothes, turning into blood-colored tentacles, frantically impacting the Leaving Fire Sword Domain, and actually shattering this realm violently.

The domain was broken, and Lao Dao's face couldn't help but turn white.

Several disciples were also panicked.

"This ghost king is so strong, even Shizun is not an opponent?"

"What should I do?"

"Otherwise, we'd better run away."

Several disciples were babbling.

Lao Dao snorted lightly, "A bunch of waste, do you really think that you master and I only have this ability?" Look at it, lightning strike wood, out! ”

He held the arcane magic in his hand.

A piece of black wood flew out of his sack.

The wood was charred black.

It's like being struck by lightning.

There's a fine arc of electricity beating up there.

As soon as this thing came out, the surrounding grievances were suddenly swept away.

The woman in red also showed a look of jealousy on her face.

"Sneaky, taste the power of this lightning strike wood!"

Lao Dao laughed, and the immortal qi played out along with his magic trick.

Constantly injected into the lightning strike wood.

Suddenly.

The whole piece of lightning strike wood emitted fierce and domineering thunderbolts, with the purest power to destroy evil, and constantly bombarded the woman in red.

The woman dodged one after another.

But he was still hit several times, and his originally fair skin became scorched, and the resentment on his body quickly melted away like snow in the hot sun.

"It's worthy of lightning strikes, it's so powerful."

"This lightning strike wood is the product left after the failure of the thousand-year-old tree's crossing, containing the evil qi formed by the combination of the qi of Yimu and the power of thunder, even if it is this ghost king, it is definitely not the opponent of lightning strike wood."

Several disciples breathed a sigh of relief.

"Roar!"

The woman in red roared.

Suddenly, an inexplicable force erupted in her body, and behind her, a yellow spring that spanned the world faintly appeared.

Seeing this, Lao Dao's face changed suddenly.

"This is the power of Huangquan?!"

"This ghost king actually crawled out of the Yellow Spring?!"

Death.

The land of the dead in ancient legends.

It is the final destination of all dead creatures.

And the ghosts that can crawl out of the Yellow Spring will be contaminated with the breath of the Yellow Spring, and their power is far more terrifying than ordinary ghosts.

Lao Dao's expression suddenly became extremely solemn.

Xu Qianqiu, who was watching the play on the side, saw the woman in red using the power of Huangquan, and the flower mark on her forehead flashed.

"Interesting ......"

Chapter 231: The Red Clothed Ghost, the Power of Yellow Springs