The sword carries the power of thunder, and the lightning is dazzling.

This sword seemed to have the power to kill souls, but it only brought a smile to Prince An's lips.

How many years has it been? How many years has it been since any ghost hunter dared to take action against him?

Is it because I am getting old? Or is it because I have hardly made a move over the years?

Yes, it's because many people have forgotten how he, the prince, came to be.

As one of the few kings with different surnames in Yanyang Kingdom, Prince An was killed through his own hard work.

What is a real contribution? When the cholera epidemic broke out, the devil died at the hands of Prince An.

He relied on his strength to shock the world.

Although he is old now and has very little life left, no one can hurt him.

Including Cui Jun in front of me!

When the sword reached in front of him, it was blocked by a finger.

The speed was so fast that Cui Jun couldn't even see clearly.

With just one finger, Cui Jun blocked Cui Jun's huge mechanism sword. At the same time, Cui Jun felt a strong counterattack, and all the bones in his body made a cracking sound.

It seemed as if what he had just stabbed with his sword was not a finger, but a mountain, a majestic mountain made of steel.

Cui Jun couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his breath was a little weak.

Prince An did not pursue him, but said calmly: "Master Zhuqing did not dare to use his sword in front of me. Boy, you have so much courage!"

Cui Jun's eyes trembled as he wondered who was the real boss of the game just now.

It's ridiculous, he thought that everything was just Master Zhuqing's manipulation.

Now I understand that Prince An sitting in the wooden wheelchair is the truly terrifying existence.

It's a pity that he knew it too late. Otherwise, he would not have dared to enter the cave.

The strength gap between the two sides is too big. Cui Jun can be sure that Prince An is definitely far superior to the "Master".

What is above "Master"?

Cui Jun slowly spit out two words from his mouth, "Venerable!"

Prince An looked at him indifferently, stretched out his hand and touched the air.

In an instant, Cui Jun was directly pushed to the ground, unable to move his limbs.

Cui Jun was also very familiar with this move. Almost immediately, he thought of Qing Sheng.

It turns out that Qing Sheng's ability was probably learned from Prince An. Cui Jun no longer has to guess at the various relationships. He only knows that with Prince An's ability, he really can't break this game today.

If the situation cannot be broken, the next step is life and death.

It's a pity, it's just a little bit worse, just a little bit worse.

Cui Jun gritted his teeth and was still struggling. Prince An said in a pityful tone: "Among this generation of young ghost masters, you are considered a top figure. It's a pity that you would have been better off if you had been born twenty years earlier.

, with your qualifications, I might actually accept you as a servant or disciple. What a pity!"

Cui Jun blushed and said, "Why, with your strength, you don't need the power of Moon Soul at all."

Prince An said calmly: "Yes, he is just a ghost king. Before, I really didn't take it seriously. But now, there is no other way. You can also see that I am old. The old one is about to die. The young one is about to die."

At that time, I thought that I was invincible in the world, could slay demons and ghosts, travel between the realms of Yin and Yang, be a great minister, and be happy with my life.

.I am not afraid of anything, nothing can make me afraid. But now, I am afraid, I am afraid of death, I am very afraid. I don’t want to enter reincarnation, because I may become an insect in my next life. Can you imagine?

With my existence, I may become an insect that is trampled to death in the next life. I cannot accept it!"

Cui Jun somewhat understood what Prince An meant, and he continued: "So you want to be a ghost? What you want is not the power of the moon soul, what you want is her ghost body."

Prince An nodded and said: "I don't care about intelligence, strength, etc. Give it to Zhu Qing, his cultivation requires that strength. The ghost body of Yuehun is what I want. A completely clean ghost body, without any

Killing, no illusion, comes with its own ghost realm, perfect ghost body. The body is miserable and weak, and the life span will end.

When it is exhausted, a powerful ghost body can penetrate the mysteries. If I die, the ghost will not inherit much power and will have to start over. But before I die, if I can get a clean and powerful ghost body, I can

Use a new attitude to continue living in this world. Have I explained it clearly enough?"

Prince An didn't complain, maybe because he had been holding this grand plan in his heart for too long, and he needed someone to talk to him.

Or maybe, he just wanted to see Cui Jun's surprised face, and he enjoyed this feeling very much.

Cui Jun laughed wildly when he heard this. It turned out that the truth was even more outrageous than he had guessed.

"Why are you laughing? Do you think your resistance is ridiculous?"

The smile on Prince An's face faded. Cui Jun's wild laughter before his death was not what he wanted to see.

Cui Jun said with a smile: "I thought that today's situation was carefully planned by the masters, who wanted to use ghost power and manpower to conspire with the overall situation of the world. It is the kind of overall situation that sweeps the common people and competes in the Central Plains. It's ridiculous, but it turns out it's bad again.

It's a stupid situation where the old man is willing to sacrifice everything in order to survive. You are no different from those idiots and fools who sacrifice themselves to evil spirits. I laugh at your ignorance

, setting up a trap to make a living, but not knowing that there will be retribution in life and death. Every ounce of strength you have in planning now will turn into endless karma that hinders you when you die. Old guy, you can't be a bug in your next life.

You will enter the eighteenth level of hell, and you will enjoy the pain of going up a mountain of knives, going down a frying pan, walking on a nail board, picking out your tongue, beheading, skinning, and quartering your body with five horses. You have no next life!"

Cui Jun's words made Prince An almost jump out of the wooden wheelchair.

"Shut up, shut up!"

Prince An shouted angrily.

Cui Jun hadn't finished speaking yet, and he suddenly started shouting around him.

"Little girl, that little girl. Did you hear that? This is your father, hahaha, I told you, he will not help you resurrect."

Prince An's heart moved slightly when he heard Cui Jun's words.

The next moment, he also saw Chu Feiyu, who had already recovered his ghost body.

"Daddy!"

Chu Feiyu looked at Prince An with calm eyes. At this moment, Prince An did not dare to look at her. Chu Feiyu let out a long sigh and then disappeared.

"Feiyu!"

He called out, but there was no response. Taking a deep breath, Prince An returned to his calm state.

"Boy, you still have some eloquence, which almost messed up my mind. I told you too much today. I will learn this lesson, don't talk too much with the dying person, do it!"

Prince An gently waved his hand, signaling to Manager Liu and others next to him that they could kill Cui Jun.

They had been waiting for a long time, and after hearing the order, they raised their weapons one after another.

Under the cold light, Cui Jun's body tensed up, but he was unable to make any counterattack.

I'm going to die. I'm probably really going to die this time.
Chapter completed!