But no matter how anxious Peng Yulong is, now he can't spare any effort to rescue him, so he can only watch hundreds of ghosts roaring and rushing toward Ling Ming. Looking at this posture, it looks like they are going to devour Ling Ming clean. .
Don't think that after just reaching an agreement, Yu Zihua can't fulfill it. The relationship between Yuguimen and Jindingmen is not good at all. Everyone can see Ling Ming's potential. As long as he is given time, it is almost certain that he will become the pillar of Jinding Sect. Comparing his feelings, Peng Yulong believes that if he were in the position of Yugui Sect, he would probably find a way to do it sooner. Get rid of this genius seed Ling Ming.
A seed is a seed after all. If it cannot germinate, no matter how good it is, it will be useless.
Peng Yulong and others were extremely anxious, but Ling Ming looked calm and calm.
Faced with the many ghosts that had attacked him in an instant, he rushed forward without hesitation. With a pinch of the magic in his hand, an ice crystal cage suddenly formed out of thin air, locking the leading red-clothed ghost tightly. Unable to move.
At the same time, a blue light flashed in his eyes, and countless ice-blue light particles splashed out from his fingertips, gathering together like a school of fish in the sea. He didn't even care about the ghosts attacking him, and went straight to Yu Zihua. And go.
Yu Zihua's triangle eyes narrowed. He didn't expect that the red-clothed ghost in his foundation-building stage would be trapped by Ling Ming as soon as he met him - there must be something weird about that ice prison. If it were ordinary ice, it would be impossible to trap his ghost. of.
Moreover, facing the attack of hundreds of ghosts, Ling Ming showed no defense and even condensed the ice mist to attack him. Yu Zihua didn't think that Ling Ming was desperate for his life. In that case, he must have some unknown means.
Thinking of this, Yu Zihua's eyes flashed fiercely, and he thought to himself, I've heard that Ling Ming is a genius, but I didn't expect that he has such strength just after he established the foundation. If he is given more time, who knows, he will become my emperor one day. It is better to take advantage of this opportunity than to take advantage of the troubles that the Ghost Sect has. In addition to this son, I can also eliminate a future enemy for me to control the Ghost Sect.
He shook his black robe, releasing a black mist to meet the incoming icy blue light particles. At the same time, he let out a scream like a ghost, turning into a black sound wave, not only towards Ling Ming, but towards all four people in the Jinding Sect. And go.
"How brave!"
When Peng Yulong saw this, he didn't know what Yu Zihua was thinking. He cursed angrily, put more force on his hands, eyes widened in anger, and tried to fight to be hit by the ghost. The two fierce ghosts were blasted to pieces.
As soon as these two ghosts died, one of the foundation-building monks from the Ghost Sect spat out a mouthful of blood, but gritted his teeth and made the ghosts pounce on him, trying to cling to Peng Yulong. They also saw Yu Zihua's movements, and naturally understood what he wanted to do. Although they did not necessarily agree in their hearts, the arrow had to be fired. At this time, they could not tolerate any hesitation, so they had to cling to Yu Zihua and wait for him. Make meritorious deeds.
But what Peng Yulong did just now bought him some time. As he muttered something, one of the two rings suddenly flashed with green light, suddenly expanded twice in size, and rotated to form a blue light curtain. , blocking the black sound waves attacking the three of them.
He wanted to rescue Ling Ming again, but the foundation-building monks from the Ghost Control Sect did not give him this chance. Even if they were injured, they immediately entangled him, making it difficult for him to help Ling Ming.
Seeing hundreds of ghosts and black sound waves attacking together, blue light flashed through Ling Ming's starry eyes again, and the red and white silk wrapped around his left hand automatically floated slightly in the windless way. I saw that the black sound wave was suddenly tinged with some ice-blue light for some reason, and the light continued to extend upward along the sound wave, as if the flame was crawling along the paper.
After a moment, Ling Ming raised his sword eyebrows, and the black sound wave was filled with ice-blue light, and then shattered, turning into dots of blue light and disappearing.
At this time, more than a hundred ghosts were already in front of him. Ling Ming's face was expressionless, his eyes were extremely cold, he bent his knees and retracted his arms, and his whole body huddled together. Within a moment, he was surrounded by hundreds of ghosts and turned into a ghost. It has become a round ball, and no trace of the figure can be seen anymore.
But there was no joy in Yu Zihua's eyes. Through the ghost of his messenger, he could clearly feel a chill brewing in it, and it gradually grew stronger, as if it was about to gush out.
In an instant, a faint sense of danger appeared in his heart. Without hesitation, he cut off the connection with all the ghosts surrounding Ling Ming. At the same time, he waved his hand and a ghost rolled out of his black robe, blocking him. before.
Maybe several breaths had passed, or maybe not even one breath had passed. Starting from the center of the group of ghosts, the ice-blue light continued to spread, dyeing all the ghosts on the ball.
The next moment, all the ghost objects on the ball exploded, making a clear and crisp sound like broken porcelain. With a "ping" sound, it turned into countless icy blue light spots and ice crystal fragments, slowly falling down.
In the center of the ball, Ling Ming's limbs were spread wide, his eyes were closed tightly, and suddenly he opened them again. He waved his hands upward vigorously, and all the icy blue light spots turned into a small storm and headed straight for Yu Zihua.
Almost at the same moment, a fierce light flashed in Yu Zihua's eyes, and a red light lit up from behind Ling Ming. In just a moment, it turned into a foundation-building ghost, biting Ling Ming's left shoulder while twisting his body. Like a soft snake, it was trying to burrow into Ling Ming's wound.
Looking at the ice crystal cage again, the red-clothed ghost in it has long gone.
Feeling the action of this fierce ghost, Ling Ming's eyes were cold and he did not hesitate to freeze the wound on his left shoulder together with a small piece of flesh around it. It burst with a "bang" and the wound underneath was immediately frozen by ice crystals. Leave a little blood, and don't leave a single gap for the red-clothed ghost to get in.
A look of shock flashed in Yu Zihua's eyes, and he reached out to recall the red-clothed ghost. But how could Ling Ming be so easy to get along with? I saw his right hand pop out like lightning, and suddenly grabbed the body of the red-clothed ghost and pinched it in his hand. Ice crystals immediately spread up, and finally the red-clothed ghost that had reached the foundation building stage was frozen and cracked inch by inch. Even the soul couldn't escape.
"you wanna die!"
Feeling that the fierce ghost he had painstakingly cultivated had lost contact with him, Yu Zihua was furious. He waved his hand, shrouded the ghost, and directly used force to smash the ice blue storm thrown by Ling Ming.
He wanted to use all his strength to kill Ling Ming completely, but he saw that the other two foundation-building monks on his side could no longer hold on and vomited blood and retreated. Peng Yulong and several others from the Jinding Sect also gathered around Ling Ming. Although they seemed to be in bad condition, it was obvious that they could not be dealt with by Yu Zihua alone.
For a moment, Yugui Sect and Jinding Sect, with three people on each side and four people on each side, a total of seven foundation-building monks, were facing each other on the cliff.
