Song Ying'er took a deep breath, put all her thoughts and worries into her heart, her eyes gradually became firm, she knew that she couldn't be an obstacle to Fang Ling, and walked out with Lu Bei.

After everyone walked out of the main room, there was a bang, Fang Ling and the Shaman Witch King separated in the air and fell to the ground.

The shaman witch king's throat rolled, and he forced his blood pressure back to vomit, and he looked at the young man standing tall, and there was still a kind of disbelief in his eyes: "Good boy, it is so strong that it is like being reborn." Then his gaze fell on the Kun heavy knife, and he suddenly realized, "I understand, this knife placed on the golden chair also contains residual knowledge, could it be the residual knowledge of the emperor of the Tang Kingdom?" It must be, interesting, then I will also get this knife, I am afraid that the whole land is also mine!"

"Enough ambition needs the support of enough talent, Witch King, you are more ambitious, but you don't have the talent to be an emperor, you just look at this knife, if you want to get it, it's wishful thinking!" Fang Ling said coldly, there was a rare pleasure in his heart, the six Qiankun tricks were too strong, with Xiang Wuzun's true qi and Kun heavy knife, he was able to gain the upper hand, the blow just now had already caused this person to suffer internal injuries, if he fought again, it was also a matter of timing to kill him.

"Wishful thinking?" said the Shaman Witch King, his eyes flashing with a hint of gloom, "With your current strength, it is indeed a bit beyond my imagination, and it is really difficult to kill you, but I don't want to delay too much time here." You should be glad that you will meet the magic weapon that has been passed down from generation to generation in my sect, the Locking Spirit Tablet!"

As soon as he heard the word magic weapon, Fang Ling frowned slightly, but he was not overly surprised. Indeed, even the first shaman in Songdan City, Sailon, had a bull head staff magic weapon, so it is not surprising that this shaman witch king has a magic weapon. It's just that he wants to fight with a magic weapon, but it's a headache.

Seeing Fang Ling's calm expression, the Shaman Witch King thought that he didn't know what a magic weapon was, so he leisurely took out a palm-sized jade plaque from his arms, this jade plaque has an extraordinary texture, exuding a fluorescent luster, and it is not a mortal thing at first glance.

"Elementary magic weapon!"

Fang Ling judged it at a glance, only to see the shaman witch king proudly explained: "The lock spirit card is the first generation of shaman witch king spent a lifetime refining things, this thing has the unfathomable ability, can lock the spirit of all things, and will let the holder of the card work, let me see the god in the lock spirit card!"

He said something in his mouth, and the lock spirit card suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and then out of it came out of a tall burly beast, this beast is like a human, the body shape is an inverted triangle, but with a beast head, the most bizarre thing is that the beast is in a translucent state, like a soul.

An object suddenly popped up in Fang Ling's mind, and he spit out two words in a deep voice: "Spirit-like!"

Seeing that Fang Ling actually recognized this thing, the Shaman Witch King couldn't help but be a little surprised, and then laughed and said, "Yes, this is a kind of spirit!"