Chapter 159 She just took advantage of the magic weapon

Ming Zhuoyi didn't stop at all, turned around and rushed to Yang Juntong again, and pressed down the man who was struggling to get up.

"Boss!" He Wangyao was so excited that he almost cried.

He and Li Wenhe tried their best but couldn't hold down Yang Juntong.

This guy was like someone who took the wrong medicine, his strength was too strong to be a normal person, his soul couldn't get out of the body, and he just took the body with him to pursue the ringing sound.

The boss is still mighty! The boss is amazing! With one hand, he pressed down Yang Juntong, who couldn't be controlled by two big men.

Li Wenhe's face turned pale, "Boss..."

He wanted to ask Mingzhuo if there was any way to fight against this ringing sound. This was not a solution.

The opponent was hiding in the dark, and the long-range attack was hard to defend against. If this ringing sound continued, I'm afraid everyone would be doomed.

Mingzhuo frowned, "Who is this? The diners have already left the table, and you like to have a feast so much? Why don't we all go to your feast?"

As she spoke, she threw out the peach wood sword, which flew into the dark night outside, and blocked something with a ding.

He Wangyao felt that the sound was wrong, why did it sound like metal hitting porcelain?

It was too strange, Mingzhuo was holding a peach wood sword, and there shouldn't be porcelain in the dark.

Soon he found out that he was wrong. In the dark night sky, the shadow of a jade bottle appeared faintly, and countless evil spirits emerged from it.

It was as if the door to the netherworld was opened. Countless ghost hands stretched out from it, carrying a sinister ghost aura, trying to drag all the living things around them in!

The evil ghosts stared at them, cold and evil, making people feel like they were being stabbed in the back.

Ming Zhuo sighed, "There are so many ugly things, I want to report a work injury!"

She raised her hand and drew a talisman in the air, and the spiritual energy wandered in a line. When the talisman was completed, it attracted thunder from the sky, and the dark and cold fire lit up instantly, burning the swarming ghost hands into pieces.

That was not the end. Thunder crackled at the jade bottle, and the jade bottle quickly hid in the darkness as if it was frightened and disappeared.

Ming Zhuo glanced at the dark clouds hanging over his head, and raised his hand without warning and swung his sword.

The Taoist three magic swords were invisible, but they were wrapped in the power of thunder and lightning, and cut the dark cloud in half with one sword.

The dark cloud completely dissipated, and this side of the sky was truly revealed.

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"Ding Dang." The white-clothed man clenched his fingers that were shaking the soul-summoning bell, and the soul-summoning bell seemed to be mute and could no longer make any sound.

The soul-collecting bottle flew back and landed in his palm, and there were faint cracks on the bottle.

The two treasures have been causing trouble since they came into the world, but this is the first time that a mortal has suffered such a big setback.

The man's face was as gloomy as water, and he could not maintain his previous heavenly appearance no matter what.

He experimented with the ghost servant to the last step, but he died just like that and disappeared completely.

Almost, almost succeeded.

If this method works, he can save Ah Yin.

He sat in the darkness with his head down, but smiled after a while. The smile was as gentle as the spring breeze in March, and the tone was like the whispers of swallows on the beams.

"Interesting, really interesting, I haven't seen such an interesting person for a long time."

Maybe he has been working hard for too long, so long that he is a little numb.

For hundreds of years, he has seen the countless inflated ambitions and desires of the world, and faced with the ugliness of being similar, he has been conducting experiments day after day.

This was the first time he encountered such an interesting thing, which made him want to clap his hands and laugh.

"Such a powerful girl, why not use you as a container and sacrifice next time."

He muttered to himself with a smile on his lips, "How can I not say hello? I have to make a mark, so as not to be eaten by accident next time."

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Taoist Xuanmiao looked at Mingzhuo in surprise: "This Taoist friend, may I ask in which temple do you practice?"

He had consciously changed "little friend" to "Daoyou" and used a respectful title.

Several other people also looked over and pricked up their ears unconsciously.

Mingzhuo waved his hand casually: "I don't have a temple. It's too late, is there food here? If not, we will go out to eat."

Others: "..."

Still a little uncomfortable with such a straightforward style.

Brother Jian: "Free food! Free food! The Michelin three-star private chef dinner is on the way and will be here in a few minutes!"

He was really afraid that if he said it too late, the master would turn around and leave.

Everything that happened tonight overturned his previous cognition. It was a sign of strong mental quality that he did not faint.

He finally saw clearly that the person behind him was very powerful. Only Mingzhuo could deal with her. He had to keep her.

Otherwise, he would not be able to sleep at night.

The dinner was delivered very quickly. In fact, they should have delivered the meal half an hour ago. The damn thing was that the customer's phone could not be reached, so it was delayed until now.

Mingzhuo sat down naturally and started to eat, but the mood of others was more or less affected, and they could not eat for a while.

At the long dining table, several people exchanged glances several times and began to whisper.

The few moves that Ming Zhuo had just shown were so powerful that they were shocking. They were simply unheard of and unseen, and they opened everyone's eyes. It turned out that this was possible.

"Could it be that the ancestor appeared?" Someone couldn't help but wonder, otherwise how to explain such a powerful force.

"She can actually draw the Thunder Talisman in the void!" Someone was in a mess.

"Did you hear that? Her magic weapon is the Taoist Three Divine Swords!"

Everyone thought of Ming Zhuo's peach wood sword, which looked like a child's toy, but it grew in the wind, and the sword aura was so terrifying that it was intimidating.

He Wangyao sat on Ming Zhuo's right hand side. Hearing the conversation between the group of people on the right, he couldn't help but proudly straightened his chest.

Tsk, I've learned a lot.

"Do you think she is more powerful than Taoist Qinglian?"

"Of course! Although Taoist Qinglian's Heavenly Thunder Talisman is powerful, she can't draw talismans in the air, right? I think she is comparable to Mr. Jiang."

"No, are you serious? Who is Mr. Jiang? Can she compare to him? She just took advantage of the magic weapon."

Hearing this, He Wangyao couldn't help but look at the young man who was speaking.

He remembered that the man was not a disciple of Taoist Xuanmiao, but was invited by Taoist Xuanmiao to help. He

is much stronger than Taoist Xuanmiao's disciples, no wonder he looks so arrogant.

The other party came in the afternoon. When he went to open the door, the other party said something in English. Seeing that he didn't respond, he turned around and looked at him with contempt.

After that, Brother Jian came out to receive him, and the other party didn't switch back to Mandarin, and still insisted on using English.

Now listen, doesn't this person speak Mandarin quite well!

He Wangyao has been flying to Hong Kong to shop with his elders since he was a child. He knows that some people in Hong Kong have a bad habit of looking down on mainland tourists.

Of course, he speaks fluent English and has learned Cantonese from his elders, but he is unwilling to stop talking. He

is determined not to get used to those bad habits.

The young man seemed offended and refused to end the topic, "Jiang Lao has been famous for forty years, but what about her? Why have I never heard of this person?"

His voice was a little loud, and the people at the table looked over.