Chapter 438 Scholar

"Oh, that's good. It took such a big battle to kill him." Liu Jun looked up at at least eight or nine thousand ghosts and complained feebly, which big boss was it that wanted to kill him?

"I need strength." Liu Jun pulled out the Dark Sword behind him.

"Boy, we have known each other for a long time, and I have lived enough. Let me help you one last time." Suddenly, Cheng Yaojin's voice came out, and Liu Jun's face changed drastically.

His body suddenly lost control, and he raised his hand to look at the Underworld Sword.

"It's a good weapon, but it's a pity that I can't get used to it. Boy, take care of yourself in the future."

"Come on, let me educate you." Huge power gathered crazily towards Liu Jun, and the situation suddenly changed, even forming a vortex above Liu Jun's head.

All the ghosts screamed and wanted to run away.

It was too late. This energy gathering was much faster than Cheng Yaojin's third ax in the past.

"Ouch!" A high-pitched dragon roar instantly resounded throughout the audience, and all the ghosts and ghosts around were shocked.

"Dragon Roar Style, such a good move." Cheng Yaojin sighed with emotion, but his movements did not slow down at all.

Breathtaking golden light emanated from Liu Jun's body, and terrifying energy erupted one after another. The ghost at the front, the mountain spirit, only felt his scalp numb. Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran away. Even with all his strength, he still hid.

But the fate would be to be swallowed up by the golden light.

The dazzling golden light went out, nearly a thousand ghosts and monsters disappeared, and a large open space appeared.

Liu Jun sat on the ground dejectedly and sadly, watching the ghosts filling up the empty space again, and smiled miserably, "Brother Cheng Yaojin, why are you doing this?"

"It's not bitter, it's sweet. I'm not dead yet. I'm just too weak. I'll lend you your stone to support me." Hearing Cheng Yaojin's voice, Liu Jun was not happy yet.

"Bah, bang, bang," a sound of applause came, and the ghosts and ghosts separated their paths.

In the dark wind, a scholar wearing a plain robe appeared in front of Liu Jun, smiling and looking friendly.

"That's right, that's right. I didn't expect that even after I have been sealed for such a long time, you Taoists can still do something useful." The visitor chuckled.

But Liu Jun couldn't laugh at all. If he wasn't color blind, the ghostly aura surrounding the scholar opposite him would be cyan.

In the book I read on the classification of ghosts before, blue ghosts were either harmless to humans and animals, or so powerful that the underworld required a big boss like Black and White to catch them.

Liu Jun prefers the second type, leading tens of thousands of lonely souls and wild ghosts. Even if he is killed, he will not believe that these people are harmless to humans and animals.

"See the Ghost King!"

In an instant, the overwhelming sound of ghosts worshiping could be heard from all over the mountains and plains, and the earth-shaking formations were like the arrival of a king.

The scholar looked around at his subordinates, pursed his lips, as if a king inspected his subjects.

"It's been hundreds of years. That stinky old man just sealed me because I passed by here and thought I was going to harm the people of Fulu Village. This time I came out, I fulfilled his wish. Someone came and sealed this Fulu Village."

The village will be flattened by me." The scholar thought of the old way that sealed him, with a sense of hatred.

"Why, you still won't get out of the way? It seems that you are determined to help these villagers? Very good, although I admire your courage, I still have to kill you." The scholar saw Liu Jun sitting in front of him.

Don't move and say in silence.

And Liu Jun was about to cry at this moment, who wanted to be here? If he hadn't lost his strength, he would have run away long ago.

"Wait a minute, brother, listen to me, killing people won't solve the problem." Liu Jun laughed dryly.

"It can't solve the problem, but it can relieve the hatred in my heart." The scholar sneered.

What he said seemed so reasonable that I was speechless. Liu Jun thought to himself, this is a scam.

The scholar swung his palm fiercely. His men had been frightened just now, so he had to kill Liu Jun first to inspire the courage of these men.

At this time, the order of good and evil spun out, flew up violently, and then flew out upside down, spinning in the air, as if it was knocked unconscious.

"Huh? A ghost from the underworld?" The scholar hesitated.

"Well, it is true that I am a real ghost, and I am a brother with Black and White Wuchang Niutou. I call King Chu Jiang my brother. Brother, do you want to think twice before killing me?" Liu Jun saw that there was something wrong and quickly persuaded.

"Black and white are impermanent? Black and white are impermanent! Sooner or later I will kill them both, and now I will kill you first." The scholar showed a look of hatred.

Liu Jun took a look and realized that it was bad. He was destined to have a grudge against Black and White Wuchang, and he would take the blame this time.

"You are so bold, you dare to be disrespectful to Master Wu Chang"

A gust of dark wind blew by, and two ghosts, one tall and one short, appeared menacingly. Before the ghosts appeared, the sound came first.

The scholar had a look of astonishment on his face, but when he saw what was coming, he immediately sneered.

The ghosts and mountain spirits also gathered around with a hint of smile, looking at the two ghosts in amusement.

The two ghosts also realized that something was wrong in the atmosphere. They looked around clearly, especially the cyan ghost energy surrounding the scholar opposite, which made their already pale faces even paler.

"Um, misunderstanding, we were just passing by, passing by." The tall ghost laughed dryly, it was so embarrassing, why are there so many ghosts, and there is a ghost king here.

"That's right, we brothers didn't see anything, let's keep going." The short ghost also quickly agreed.

"Hey, you two, don't leave in a hurry. There are so many lonely ghosts, why don't you catch them and take them to the underworld?" Liu Jun saw that these two ghosts were about to run away, so he wanted to tease them.

"Well, we didn't bring the ghost rope today, so we can't catch ghosts. Sir, take care." The tall ghost man directly stuffed the ghost rope into his mouth, and after a few blows, it went into his stomach, and the ghost rope disappeared.

Liu Jun and the others looked dumbfounded. This guy must have performed sword swallowing in an acrobatic troupe before he died.

"Um, say goodbye." The two ghosts came in an aggressive manner, performed a series of swallowing the soul-sucking ropes, and then ran away in a very embarrassed manner.

"It really can run faster than a rabbit!"

Many lonely ghosts felt very comfortable looking at the ghosts in such a mess. They were the ones running around on weekdays, but now it was reversed. Well, this feeling was so comfortable.

"Is there anyone else who can help you? If there is no one, I will kill you." The scholar's face was calm, as if killing Liu Jun was not a big deal.

"There is no one left, but you have to think carefully. What I just told you was not a joke. Moreover, I am a disciple of Maoshan, and the current head of Maoshan is my senior brother." Liu Jun shook his head, with the same expression on his face.

The scholar was silent. Hundreds of years ago, Maoshan fought with an alliance composed of several ghost kings at that time. In the end, at the cost of hundreds of Maoshan disciples, all the ghost kings' alliance was killed. Not a single one was saved, and all of them were scattered.

Maoshan has always been adhering to the goal of transcendence and catching ghosts. This is the first time that ghosts have been beaten to pieces on a large scale.

The reason was that a ghost king at that time used cruel methods to kill a direct disciple of Maoshan, which made the founder of Maoshan furious.

Later, there was a war with the Holy Snake Sect at that time, and both sides suffered losses. The Holy Snake Sect was also divided into White Snake and Black Snake. As for Maoshan, after the two wars, all the disciples died, and there were even faults. As a result, there are very few Maoshan disciples walking around now. Likewise,

Yes, how important a direct disciple is to Maoshan today.

The question that the scholar is thinking about now is that the Taoist priest will seal him. Once he kills Liu Jun, will he be beaten to death by Maoshan?

After a while, a cold word "kill" came out of the scholar's mouth.

Being trapped in the Chenghuang Temple by the old Taoist priest for so many years, my brothers must feel aggrieved. At this time, because they are afraid of Maoshan's revenge, if they give up this hatred, I am afraid that the people below will not accept him as the ghost king. Anyway, he is in this remote country.

Even if Liu Jun is killed, no one will know. Even if Maoshan really comes, it will be easy for him to escape with the help of nearly ten thousand ghosts.

The ghost king gave the order, and the ghosts and mountain spirits charged again.

"The kid these days, you don't know how high the sky is." A cold voice sounded.

For a moment, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and there was a deathly silence. Suddenly, another large group of dark clouds appeared in the dark night sky, shrouding it heavily in darkness, and the thick darkness narrowed the distance between the whole world.

Three figures appeared, and one figure appeared next to Liu Jun, helping Liu Jun up, his delicate little face full of concern.

He took out the porcelain bottle, poured out a pill and stuffed it into Liu Jun's mouth. The person who came was none other than Mo Li.

As for the two figures in front, Liu Jun only recognized one, the headless general. This figure was really easy to recognize.

The figure next to him turned his head slightly and nodded with satisfaction when he saw Mo Li feeding Liu Jun pills. Liu Jun didn't understand what this meant.

I only saw this man with an ordinary sword hanging on his waist, wearing a brocade robe, and a facial expression on his face.
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