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Chapter 200

Netherworld, Sanssouci Palace.

"Xiao Yan, you are not wrong, as expected, someone is plotting against you."

The Wuyou Ghost Mother pointed to the ground, clear spring water bubbled up from the depression in the hall, and a statue of a green ghost rose slowly, but it had no head.

There are eight obvious lines on the ghost's body, among which the blue and white snake appears on the left arm.

Many ghost kings stood around, all sneering.

Shen Caiyan was deeply blessed. In this dense ghost world, surrounded by all the ghost kings and ghost mothers, it was like a nine-day fairy coming to the underworld. She was so beautiful, but she said: "Please tell me in detail, sister, otherwise You don’t even know you were murdered.”

The Wuyou Ghost Mother didn't even touch the ground, she was already in front of her in a flash, and helped her up firmly: "What are you talking about with me? You can see the clue by looking at that green ghost."

On the ghost body of the green ghost, there were continuous wounds, like the child opening his mouth, making people's scalp numb.

The dark ghostly energy continued to emerge from the wound, but was sucked back from the broken neck.

In the spring water under the ghost statue, the dead energy of the ghost was bubbling, continuously healing the wounds on the green ghost.

"This green ghost connects the ghost world here with the luck of our ghost king and ghost mother. The sword marks on the ghost's body keep appearing, which means that someone is plotting against you with luck." He squinted his eyes and let out a ghostly breath.

"Luck supernatural power? But there is a distance limit?" Shen Caiyan's heart moved, and she already understood that the eight achievements were the hands and feet of Deng Qitian of the Xuanhen Sword Sect.

"That's right, the magical power of luck has this weakness. It needs to be exploited lightly and slowly over time, and it can't be too far away. That's the case with my melancholy charm."

The Wuyou Ghost Mother's eyes glowed fiercely, and her face was full of coldness, showing a murderous intent.

Ji Cuiyu listened carefully and thought for a while, but she transmitted the sound to Shen Caiyan from the ghost contract.

"I don't know if this green ghost will have an impact on you brothers and sisters?"

As soon as the words fell, Xiaoyuan Ghost King laughed loudly, "It's better that Sister Xiyan has a conscience and thinks of us first."

The ape ghost king had a sinister aura all over his body, and said arrogantly: "Don't worry, this green ghost is connected to this ghost world, it's very miraculous, otherwise it won't be able to protect me from waiting here."

The other ghost kings also spoke comforting words.

After all the ghosts had finished speaking, a sweet and coquettish voice sounded from Wuyou Ghost Mother's mouth, "Sister, I will leave this matter to my sister, and I promise that the other side will pay for their magical powers and their lives."

As soon as these words came out, both Shen Caiyan and Ji Cuiyu were refreshed.

"This way of luck is the most dangerous. Luck will not disappear out of thin air, it will only be transferred from one place to another. If this person cuts your luck, you need to swallow it. You can't do it if you don't want to." The worry-free ghost mother With a touch of hand, a red light sealed the green ghost's neck, and the ghostly aura emanating from the green ghost's wound dissipated into the void like evaporation.

boom!Invisible ripples stirred in the Nether world, layers of ghost mist rolled and rolled, and the deadness gradually flowed and even boiled.

"If he wants to kill or swallow, let him swallow, as long as this ghost world is not broken, the green ghost will draw supplementary luck from the boundless nether world.

I mixed the melancholy charm into it, and every time I swallowed the ghost luck, ghosts and death would permeate it.

The ghostly nature pollutes the Taoist body, and the deadly nature pollutes the supernatural powers and magic weapons. When the contamination reaches a certain level, we can even work together to capture him here, and then he will be disposed of by my younger sister. "

As the ghost mist dispersed, what Wuyou Ghost Mother said was full of murderous intent, and she was extremely domineering.

……

The land occupied by Xuanhen Sword Sect on the side of Baiyujing is named Sword Spirit Pavilion, which is surrounded by nine sword cottages.

There are sword formations inside, the swords are mysterious, majestic, or beautiful. The sun rises every day, reflecting the changes in the sky, and there are magical changes in the chilling.

In the deepest quiet room of Sword Spirit Pavilion.

Deng Qitian sat cross-legged, and suddenly shot out a faint sword from his forehead.

In an instant, countless sky lights bloomed in the quiet room. If there was no formation to block it, it would probably go straight to the bullfight.

The immeasurable radiance shrank, and all of it was attached to the will sword, and the dense air immediately permeated, and countless traces of luck appeared in the void.

"Floating, sinking, and carrying sometimes, my sword cuts the place where nine clouds are white."

Deng Qitian shouted in a deep voice, using the secret sword to cut luck, he only felt that luck was shrouded, the Lingzhu was hanging in the air, and there was a mysterious induction with the Xuanhen Dao sword far away in the sect.

It is also thanks to his mysterious Taoist body and the luck of Jianzong that he was recognized by Daojian, and there is no difference between distance and nearness.

Stab it!

There was a sudden sound like a tearing silk, and the lightsaber swiped down, the brilliance flashed randomly, and thousands of auras burst out.

Under the sword, a three-foot figure of Shen Caiyan appeared out of nowhere.

There was a gloomy blue light in her eyes, and every time she was struck by the lightsaber, there would be an illusion on her head, and then she let out a silent roar and scream.

Deng Qitian walked around Shen Caiyan's illusory body like a stroll in the garden, stepping on the cloth in the air, and every step he took was a sword cut.

Strands of luck kept coming in, like a gurgling stream in the dark sky, but it never stopped.

Feeling his family's growing luck, Deng Qitian smiled calmly, and the light in the Lingtai shone brightly.

Then he said to himself: "In a month or so, I will be able to cut off the luck of the ghost mother of the banquet, and I will be able to break one of the silent swords and jade ghosts, which is very good!"

Move your finger forward a little, and a spirit sword pierces through the air with a spirit message.

……

Xuanhen Sword Sect, Sitting on Wangfeng Peak, Xuanshi Hall.

The hall turned into a pitch-black void, four pieces of brilliance hung in the void, and the sword intent glowed with vigorous vitality, boiling and rippling in the boundless emptiness.

Wooden Sword, Silver Silk, Thunderbolt, and Linghuang were all silent.

Yu Qifeng held a spirit sword with a serious face, and stepped into the room respectfully.

"There is news from Qi Tian that it has been linked to the luck of the ghost mother of Xiyan, and it will be wiped out in a month or so."

Suddenly, the pitch-black void resounded like thunder, and the sword energy was dark, exuding a deep and clear breath.

"The general trend of luck is determined by heaven, and Qi Tian has done a good job."

After a pause, another vast sound like a raging snowstorm also sounded,

"The fate of the Mingtan Sect was so prosperous before, maybe it just came back to the light, and it was a double hero, and it was a double hero when it was defeated. As long as Yu Gui dies, most of it will be eliminated. If even the silent sword falls, it may be returned to its original form. It's all light."

Yu Qifeng sighed slightly: "It's a pity that there is no news about Chen and Ran, and the other ways of luck are even more hidden."

Linghuang uttered a clear cry, and his voice was like billowing snow: "It doesn't matter, as long as you have good luck, you will not fall in case of calamity, and good luck will come in case of disaster.

Now that Qi Tian has been born, all Xuanshi Daozi are connected by luck, and they will definitely come to him due to various opportunities. This is God's will. "

Accompanied by the Xuanhen Dao sword clanging in the void, the pitch-black void gradually faded away, and the Xuanshi Hall returned to its normal appearance.

The vast voices of the four immortals still echoed in Yu Qifeng's ears, like the ebb and flow of the tide, the rise and fall of the waves,

"It is God's will that my Sword Sect Guangyao Five Realms, those who stand in the way will go against the sky and will be backlashed."

(End of this chapter)