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The ball of black mist easily passed through the glass and struck Mr. Guo's body.

The speed was too fast, Zhou Heng basically did not have the time to remind him of this.

But Mr. Guo reacted, he grabbed the copper rod that was wrapped in white cloth and swung towards the black mist.

He could see? Zhou Heng opened his mouth wide in shock. He had seen some ordinary people with Yin Yang Eyes before, such as Ding Long's son Ding Dang, but this was the first time seeing a cultivator with Yin Yang Eyes like Mr. Guo.

In fact, like Zhou Heng, Mr. Guo was not born with the Yin Yang Eyes. The only difference between the ability was that Zhou Heng could use the Yin Yang Eyes in the Heavenly Master System, and the Mr. Guo had obtained recognition in Karakorum by training with extreme harshness — — Kunlun's doctors exchanged eyes for him. When Mr. Guo grew old, he would return to Karakorum and return his eyes, which had the ability of the Yin Yang Eyes, back to Kunlun.

The ball of black mist scattered before it came into contact with Mr. Guo's copper rod, dispersing into the glass room.

From Zhou Heng's point of view, the whole room had turned black. Although he had the Yin Yang Eyes, it was not a X-ray vision, so he was unable to see the situation in the room clearly.

"What happened inside?" He immediately asked Ye Jian who did not have Yin Yang Eyes.

"Mr. Guo seems to be dancing again," Ye Jian said with some doubt. "But it doesn't look like it at all."

"Mr. Guo isn't injured, right?" Zhou Heng asked.

"Injured?" Ye Jian said worriedly, "I'm actually afraid that he might accidentally hurt Miss Tong, and the room is not big, what if he misses?"

Hearing Ye Jian's words, Zhou Heng began to worry. If the isolation chamber was used as a battlefield, then it would really be too small. Therefore, if he rashly barged in now, Mr. Guo might not even be able to use his staff.

"Aiya!" Ye Jian suddenly sighed with joy.

"The Mr. Guo has taken off the white cloth!" Ye Jian said excitedly. He still wanted to see the pole dance performed by Mr. Guo in the meeting room once again.

Zhou Heng knew that the evil ghost was definitely hard to deal with, but he was also afraid that this Guo fellow would really have the skills to deal with the evil ghost.

While he was still hesitating about whether he should charge in, the dark fog in the glass room began to dissipate.

Zhou Heng clearly saw the situation inside once again.

Both of Mr. Guo's hands held onto the copper rod. He stood on one side of the sickbed and faced off against the black fog that had condensed on the other side of the sickbed.

"Why isn't he dancing anymore?" Ye Jian asked curiously.

However, Zhou Heng noticed that the Mr. Guo's hand that was holding onto the copper rod was trembling slightly. He must have been hurt.

Camel's expression became serious.

Mr. Guo let go of one of his hands that was holding a rod, then used this hand to take off his white mask.

"Hiss — —" When Ye Jian saw Mr. Guo's face under the mask, he took a deep breath.

The flesh and bones were exposed in the air, and it could be seen that it was not an accidental disfigurement, but an artificial result. The parts with skin and the parts without it were neatly separated, and the whole of his lips had already disappeared without a trace.

No wonder his voice was so strange. Zhou Heng thought.

Mr. Guo opened his mouth and issued some strange syllables.

"What is he talking about?" Ye Jian didn't understand the Mr. Guo's words at all.

But Zhou Heng knew that the Mr. Guo was talking to that evil ghost.

Yes, Mr. Guo sacrificed half of his face in order to gain the ability to communicate with ghosts. He could only wear a mask for the rest of his life. In comparison, the moment Zhou Heng acquired the Heavenly Master System, he could easily communicate with ghosts.

"You are the Tong Dang?" The Mr. Guo used a syllable that only ghosts could understand.

The ball of black mist shook in the air for a moment, as if admitting to the matter.

It was another evil spirit that could communicate! Although he already had Li Yuyao's example before this, when he saw this kind of evil ghost that still retained its consciousness, Zhou Heng was still surprised. After arriving at Coastal City, he encountered more and more bizarre things, and also became more and more bizarre.

"Why are you pestering her?" The Mr. Guo continued to ask. It took him two to three times longer to complete each syllable.

The ball of black mist seemed to be unwilling to answer his question. After a short while, it charged towards Mr. Guo.

Mr. Guo took off the white cloth on the copper rod and struck at the black mist. The black mist was still dispersing the energy in the air, using the same method as before. But this time, the black mist did not expect that the copper rod in Mr. Guo's hand had been hollowed out. When the copper rod was swung, the air passed through the center of the copper rod, releasing a strange whistling sound.

The whistling sound increased the attack range of the copper rod. The black fog that was hit by the sound wave turned into white smoke, curling up into the air.

"His stick is smoking!" In the eyes of Ye Jian, who did not have any Yin Yang Eyes, the white smoke seemed to have come out from the copper rod in Mr. Guo's hands.

But Zhou Heng understood, this meant that the Mr. Guo could already injure the evil ghost.

Now, Zhou Heng was not in a rush, if the Mr. Guo's strength was so low, then he was afraid that he was not a match for the Demonic Ghost.

Mr. Guo in the isolated room also realized this point. He waved his copper rod even faster, wanting to end the battle as soon as possible.

"Slow down, Mr. Guo, please slow down!" He was afraid that the Mr. Guo would accidentally injure the Miss Tong who was on the sickbed.

In truth, with Mr. Guo's strength, dealing with normal evil spirits was not much of a problem, but it was just that this evil ghost's strength was too out of bounds, even Zhou Heng who was watching from the outside had no confidence. Mr. Guo must be careful when taking action, so as to not hurt Miss Tong who was in the sickbed, it would be extremely difficult.

"Something doesn't seem right." Even Ye Jian who did not have any Yin Yang Eyes could see the abnormality in the Mr. Guo.

"Let me take the next one." Zhou Heng said to Ye Jian. Looking at it now, he could confirm that Mr. Guo did not have any chance of winning.

"Alright!" Ye Jian agreed immediately. Ye Jian was only an expert in wind and water calculations, if he wanted to show off his skills in front of Zhou Heng, he would have died for nothing.

In the glass room, Mr. Guo was already spent. His hands that were holding onto the rod were shaking uncontrollably and his footsteps had become unstable. Beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead. This copper stick was one of Kunlun's standard magic tools. Using it would consume a lot of energy, so it was usually wrapped in white cloth to prevent unnecessary consumption. Once used, it also required a quick end to the battle.

If they continued to fight, the situation of the Mr. Guo would only become more and more dangerous.

It would float to the left, then fly to the right to dodge the attacks of the Mr. Guo, and then feign attacks on him in order to exhaust his energy. It was cruelly toying with its opponent, waiting for him to fall because of his physical weakness.

"He should be making his final move soon." Zhou Heng suddenly said. He was certain that this Guo fella had yet to use his trump card. He was also waiting for his opponent's moment of carelessness.

And that moment was about to arrive.

"What?" Ye Jian did not understand what Zhou Heng meant, "Ultimate move?"

"Kacha!" When the syllable left Mr. Guo's mouth.

Mr. Guo's body swelled up like a balloon filled with air, like an exaggerated performance method in a movie. His muscles bulged out of his clothes, revealing his body that was covered with strange symbols painted on cinnabar. The blood vessels on the surface of his body bulged, ready to burst at any moment.

Mr. Guo panted heavily, like a raging bull.

He gripped the copper rod tightly and raised it high into the air, slamming it down toward the black fog!

This staff strike was the end of all life!

Everyone outside the isolation chamber was stunned by this strike. The air in the entire Feng Xu Hall sank with the swing of the rod.

With this swing of the rod, all the black mist in the room disappeared.

Miss Tong on the sickbed also opened his eyes.