Chapter 41

Rao is Tang Zhenshan experience again rich, smell speech this moment, the face still flashed a glimmer of color, this is not open eyes to say lies? He witnessed the painting by Jiang Xiu. How could it be lost.

Master Wulong said, "please tell me the truth. Who gave this Rune to me?"

Since you can take out a gift, you must have it in your hand.

Tang Zhenshan is so old and hot that he can't see clearly what plan master Wulong and others are thinking. He can bear to cross the river once and pay the price of one arm. This is a bloody lesson.

"I own it!"

No matter which one of the three mages present is a first-class one. Most of the mages have strange and skillful skills, and have many unpredictable means. No matter how advanced he is in martial arts, Rao has no chance of winning in the face of the three top mages. If he really hates Jiang Xiu for cutting off his arm, he will sell Jiang Xiu in minutes. Thus, Tang Zhenshan is still a man Be open and aboveboard.

"Hum!"

Master Wu Long asked the arrogant disciple of long Aotian to snort: "don't open your eyes to me and tell lies. You are not a master, and you can't make a rune. Where can you get such a high-level talisman?"

"If you don't explain it, be careful that one of my magic arts will make you sleep a lot."

It's not just rude, it's threatening.

Tang Zhenshan's face changed greatly. He also heard that the mage killed people invisibly. He could make people die directly in their sleep. He could not find out the cause of death.

"Who gave it to me?"

Now the atmosphere is frozen.

In the face of the tyranny of long Aotian, those present dare not speak out. They have long been fed up with the faces of the Oolong Gang, but they are helpless because of their strong strength. They can only look at Tang Zhenshan with some sympathy.

The old man is in such trouble.

Said equal to selling friends, do not say, it is difficult to be good, oolong group is not easy generation.

Seeing that Tang Zhenshan did not speak, master Wulong said coldly, "master, if you don't explain it again, don't blame me for not talking about the past love."

If there was any love in the past, he would not dare to step on the head of Tang Zhenshan by one of his disciples. Wu long did not respect him from the bottom of his heart. Otherwise, how could his disciples dare to call him Tang Laosi in public.

In terms of his real status, Tang Zhenshan has made great achievements in the war, and is also the highest rank in Jiangcheng. The Tang family echoed in Jiangcheng, which can be described as a aristocratic family. In contrast, Wulong mage and others are just martial artists in the world. How can they compare with him in terms of status.

However, Confucianists use writing to confuse laws, while chivalrous men use martial arts to prohibit them. They boast of high-level magic power and despise power and power. Tang Zhenshan was afraid of them just because he knew their power.

"Don't you say so?"

Master Wulong was approaching step by step, and a terrible fierce light came out of his eyes. Tang Zhenshan had the potential to kill him without saying anything about it.

"From me!"

Suddenly a voice came.

All the people heard of his reputation. It was him. He was actually him. Jiang Xiu came slowly from the table. He wanted to die. If he knew who the other party was, he would dare to stand up.

"Mr. Jiang!"

Jiang Xiu's eyes are light, and his eyes pass over master Wulong, master nankui, and master xiaoguoshi. "This talisman of returning to the Yuan Dynasty is a gift given by the emperor to the emperor of Tang Dynasty to accompany his burial."

"It's you!"

There was a glimmer of joy in master Wulong's eyes. It was the boy. It's really wonderful. No wonder this boy can come in and give Tang Zhenshan such a generous gift.

"How dare you steal my talisman."

Jiang Xiu frowned: "your talisman?"

Master Wulong's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened, and his fierce light flashed: "hand in the rest quickly. I can spare you a life, otherwise..."

Jiang Xiu said, "what else?"

Master Wulong said, "otherwise, you will be killed here."

Hiss!

All the people on the scene took a breath of cold air, which was very cruel.

Tang Zhenshan's face changed greatly and said, "master Wulong, you are also a famous person in the south of the Yangtze River. Why can't you get along with the last son of the younger generation for a talisman? This talisman is for you

Then he handed the talisman to him.

Some mages on the edge are also persuading: "yes, master Wulong. Don't be wise with this boy. It's insulting to your identity." They did not want to help Jiang repair, but to support Tang Zhenshan.

"Yes, forget it."

If there is power without justice, why does Oolong need people? Can a boy steal such a treasure under his hand? Everyone looks like a mirror in their hearts. It's only the boy's bad luck.

But they underestimated the greed of master Wulong and others. What he wants is not only this one Amulet of returning to the yuan of the remnant soul. He wants all the good things in Jiang Xiu. They recognize that Jiang Xiu must have other talismans of the same level as the spirit returning to Yuan talisman.

Master Wu Long said, "if you dare to steal my treasure, you will never give up the rest of the talisman."Jiang Xiu was fearless and looked at him with interest.

After he came back, he still had a fight with a strong man of martial arts, but he had not yet fought with others. Although the cultivation of this Wulong mage was not so good, and his magic was probably just like that, he had a little desire to abuse vegetables.

"How do you want to fight with me?"

Master Wulong: "do it?"

"Let's show you what Ben is doing here!"

His mouth suddenly closed, his face appeared a strange dark, and then disappeared. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and called, and a black mist came out of his mouth.

This black fog is constantly changing in shape, as if thousands of faces, children, adults, women, men, struggling in the black fog, roaring, sending out the most miserable scream, just like the evil spirits of nine hell.

"Ah

This scene scared all the attendants, even some timid mages and Tang Wenchong. They never saw such a terrible scene.

They were so scared that they turned pale. Neither did they advance nor retreat.

"This, this Controlling ghosts? "

Someone cried out.

"My God, that's true!"

"I didn't expect that someone could control ghosts. Strong, strong..."

The mage takes exorcism as his own duty, and there are also many mages who take the sword to raise ghosts and feed them. People have a heart of awe for ghosts, and they tremble when they see him so magical.

Wu Long was very satisfied when he saw that the people present were so scared. He was so satisfied that he was able to boast of being extraordinary, even as an immortal. How could he pay attention to Jiang Xiu's humble life.

But he saw that Jiang Xiu was indifferent, and there was a bit of contempt in his eyes. He couldn't help but be angry and said, "boy, let the devil devour you today."

Jiang Xiu let those ferocious ghosts in the black air entangle him.

"Is he not afraid?"

"I'm so scared!"

Everyone looks at Jiang Xiu as if he is a fool. If he doesn't escape, he can control ghosts and kill people. If he doesn't know how to escape, he doesn't know how to kneel down and beg for mercy.

You know, they are all mages. Their legs are trembling with terror. You are a little hairy child. If you are not scared to death, you must be scared to death.

Tang Wenchong kept retreating, almost sitting on the ground, but his mouth said: "Mr. Jiang, run away, quick, ghosts will eat you."

He saw Jiang Xiu's painting with his own eyes. He was very indignant about it. He felt that if Jiang Xiu was killed again, he would be wronged.

But Jiang Xiu was still deaf and calm.

"When I die, I'll play big tail wolf."

"Pretending to be a master?"

Jiang Xiu shook his head. He was very helpless and disappointed. He thought that there was any way to frighten the heaven. He just raised ghosts. As long as he mastered the methods, even ordinary people could raise them. Moreover, all the ghosts raised were scattered.

"How dare you call yourself a fairy?"

"Even you dare to shout in front of me

I just laughed my teeth out.

Looking at Jiang Xiu, he did not retreat, but pressed step by step. What is spiritual cultivation? When the so-called spiritual cultivation is static, the wind and cloud are on the side, and moving is accompanied by thunder and lightning.

At this moment, the strong wind in the inner court rose!

The next moment, the sky thundered with thunder.

It's so powerful, it's earth shaking.

"Nine days, ten thousand thunder, running to heaven!"

Jiang Xiu suddenly burst into a drink. When he raised his hand to the sky, the electric dragon roared down in the cloudy sky. Under the daze of the crowd, the bowl of thunder and lightning was forcefully grasped by him.

The thunderclap of thunder never stops, and the sky and earth shine like day.

His hair was flying, his lapels were flying, his air covered the sky and the earth, just like a divine army descending from heaven.

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