There was silence in the dilapidated square.
Zhao Wei's eyes swept over the people in the audience one by one. When his eyes fell on Chu Feng, he paused slightly, and then stared at the twelve core disciples.
"I ask again, who cast this poison?"
After Zhao Wei finished speaking, someone finally spoke, "If I remember correctly, there are no rules against poisoning at our outer gate, right?"
The speaker was a middle-aged woman. Her hair was messy, her clothes were not covering her body, and she stood alone at the back. But she said these words without fear.
Zhao Wei sneered and said in a deep voice: "So, was it you who cast the poison?"
"So what if it is? So what if it's not?"
"It seems that you are here to seek death. Well, I will grant your wish!" After Zhao Wei said that, a ferocious-looking ghost servant flew out from behind him. The ghost servant bared two sharp fangs and instantly pounced on the middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman was pinned down by the ghost servant, and extremely overbearing yin energy poured in from the woman's seven orifices, strangling the woman's vitality.
The woman's soul was also crushed by the ghost's yin energy, turning into white gas visible to the naked eye like cotton wool. Finally, all the white gas was sucked into the mouth of the ghost servant.
Women's vitality is completely cut off. His body also shriveled up.
In a very short period of time, the ghost transformed the essence, blood and soul of the woman into something that could nourish itself, and sucked them all. A ghost with such means must be at least a third-level ghost servant.
The combat power of a third-level ghost servant is equivalent to that of a pill-forming monk. How could a mortal man withstand the pressure of such a ghost?
This ghost servant floated across the square, and every mortal's legs bent uncontrollably, and they fell to their knees. Even if someone could withstand the pressure of a third-level ghost servant, they would never show off at a time like this.
There was only one conspicuous bag that stood there quietly all the time. Even if the ghost flew past his eyes, he remained unmoved.
"Kneel down quickly!" Xiaoqiang secretly grabbed Chu Feng's clothes.
Zhao Wei looked at Chu Feng again, with a mocking look on his lips, "Do you also want to die?" There are too many people in the ghost world who want to die out of despair. In Zhao Wei's eyes, Chu Feng and the dead middle-aged woman were both this type of people.
Chu Feng's eyes revealed a cold and murderous look, and he said coldly: "Why did you kill that woman? Which sect rule did she violate?"
"I kill a mortal, do you still need a reason?"
Zhao Wei sneered, and with a thought in his mind, the ghost servant flew towards Pei Feng.
At this moment, Zhao Wei suddenly felt a chill behind him. He turned his head suddenly, only to see Li Hao's palm reaching behind him, and at the same time, the magic weapon in Li Hao's hand was smashed down on him.
Most of the methods of the ghost domain monks are on the ghost servants. Now that the third-level ghost servant is no longer with Zhao Wei, he has lost his biggest support. A sense of death suddenly enveloped Zhao Wei.
"Li Hao, you dare!"
Li Hao's attack came without any warning. On weekdays, he obeyed Zhao Weiyan's advice. Zhao Wei never imagined that his most valued disciple would suddenly kill him in full view of the public.
At the critical moment, Zhao Wei mobilized all the spiritual power in his body to emit a layer of protective golden light. But after all, the reaction time left for Zhao Wei was too short, and his protective light shield could not be fully formed.
"Touch!" There was a muffled sound.
Li Hao's palm was deflected by the golden light. But the magic weapon in Li Hao's hand easily blasted away Zhao Wei's protective light shield.
Zhao Wei was sent flying directly by this blow. Blood spurted from his mouth and his back was deeply sunken. I don't know how many bones were broken into powder in the body.
"Li Hao! I'll kill you!"
"Li Hao, how dare you kill your master!" Sun Lin, another disciple of Zhao Wei, was stunned by this scene.
Sun Lin immediately drew his sword. Zhao Wei's ghost servant also rushed in front of Li Hao at an extremely fast speed.
At this time, Li Hao saw another object in his hand. It was a palm-sized bronze bead, with black air lingering on it, and traces of golden light wandering on the surface of the bead. There was also a faint odor accompanying it.
The moment the ghost servant rushed to Li Hao's side, the bronze beads spurted out black air, forming a barrier. The ghost servant hit the black barrier and was immediately bounced away. Then the black energy turned into several tentacles and entangled the ghost servant. The third-level ghost screamed repeatedly and was in extreme pain.
"Xuangui Pearl!"
"Is this the sect's most precious treasure, the Xuangui Pearl?"
Everyone's eyes fell on the beads in Li Hao's hand. It is said that Xuangui Sect is named after this bead, so even if these outer disciples have not seen this object, they have indeed heard about the appearance of this sect's most precious treasure.
As soon as this bead came out, the expressions of Zhao Wei and Sun Lin suddenly changed. Zhao Wei knows this thing better than anyone here. It is a personal belonging of his ancestors. There must be a reason behind its appearance in Li Hao's hands.
The monks in the ghost world are all human spirits. Zhao Wei suppressed his anger and endured the severe pain and asked: "Hao'er, why did you attack my master?"
Li Hao bowed deeply to Zhao Wei, held up the mysterious ghost bead in his hand, and said: "Master, this was not Hao'er's original intention. It was the ancestor who used Hao'er's hand to punish Master for violating the sect rules. "
The Xuangui Sect does have this rule. Inner sect disciples are not allowed to massacre mortals from the outer sect without any reason. Without this prohibition, mortals would be a great source of nourishment for the ghost servants of the monks. I am afraid that the outer sect would become the canteen of the ghost servants of the inner sect disciples. Everyone wants to come here to replenish their bodies, so how could the outer sect still exist?
Zhao Wei knew that there was something strange about this matter. With Li Hao's identity, how could he be qualified to issue orders of reward and punishment on behalf of his ancestor? However, Li Hao's words pointed out that he was only slightly punished. It’s not too late to save your life first and investigate the matter in depth later.
At this moment, the mysterious ghost bead in Li Hao's hand suddenly flew up uncontrollably. More black smoke was released from the bead, completely wrapping the third-level ghost servant in it.
Everyone could no longer see the ghost servant struggling, and could only hear the creepy ghost scream.
"Ancestor, this disciple realizes his mistake!" Zhao Wei knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.
Sun Lin also immediately knelt down. He had also seen that it was no longer Li Hao who was taking action at this time.
After a while, the black smoke dissipated. The third-level ghost servant turned into pieces in the black air. Just like the burned paper scraps, they are blown away by the wind.
No one dared to make any sound. These changes happened too quickly. It makes people unable to react at all.
Immediately afterwards, the beads flew towards Zhao Wei.
"Ancestor, please spare my life. I know my mistake, and I will never dare to do it again. My ancestor, please spare my life."
The bead was getting closer and closer to Zhao Wei, and Zhao Wei's expression changed drastically. He knew that begging was of no use. The bead was clearly planning to kill him.
Zhao Wei immediately released another of his ghost servants.
"Here, block it!"
Zhao Wei's ghost servant was only at the second level. As soon as it appeared, it felt the power of the bead, and even its face showed a look of pain. But it had to obey Zhao Wei's orders. Otherwise, a single thought from Zhao Wei can make his soul fly away.
The ghost servant, with despair in his eyes, finally threw himself at the bead.
In just an instant, the black smoke released by the beads completely engulfed the ghost.
Zhao Wei only escaped less than two feet before being caught up by Zhu Zi. Then the golden light on the surface of the bead was released. It turned into countless golden flying needles and passed through Zhao Wei's body.
"Why! Ancestor, why?"
Zhao Wei couldn't figure it out. How could he kill a mortal by casually squeezing him to death? Although there is such a sect rule in the sect. But to him, a sect elder, what does killing a mortal mean?
Zhao Wei's vitality quickly dissipated. At the last moment of his life, he looked at his disciple Li Hao bitterly, only to find that Li Hao's eyes were looking at a mortal.
At this moment, Zhao Wei finally understood why he died. He provoked someone who even the ancestor could not afford to offend!
