119 He looks good, but it's a pity to kill him directly
As Gui Tong jumped into the "Death and Life Cauldron", Ji Chen's young body also disappeared from the original place.
Xue Wuxi didn't expect that he hesitated for a moment, and things turned out like this.
He originally wanted to sacrifice himself and exchange for Ji Chen's original body.
In this way, Ji Chen and Gui Tong can still be together after the incident.
But now that Gui Tong has gone in, even if he exchanges Ji Chen out, the two of them can't be together.
Because the "Death and Life Cauldron" can't let both of them come out alive at the same time.
Either one life is exchanged for another.
Or both die.
Because the rules are like this, no matter how strong the spiritual power is, it is impossible to break the rules that have been set long ago.
"Haha, forget it."
The voice of the Ghost King resounded in the air, his blood-red pupils exuding weirdness: "I wanted to stop you, but actually, it doesn't matter if I don't stop you."
"This tripod was originally made by the Immortal Lord of the Upper Realm. I thought it had disappeared."
Gui Miao also recognized the tripod and instantly guessed what Xue Wuxi meant: "Do you want to use it to exchange for the body of Sword Ancestor? Don't be ridiculous, do you think a mere Sword Ancestor can kill His Majesty the Ghost King?"
"Even if he comes back, it's just one word - death!"
Xue Wuxi remained silent, his face as cold as frost.
In fact, he knew in his heart that even if Ji Chen's original body was there, he might not win.
But it's better to have it than not to have it, and this is the only way to hope to compete with the Ghost King.
Gui Miao played the flute again, and this time the melody changed. His flute summoned a new ghost clan.
A large number of ghosts rushed out from behind him and rushed towards the town.
They were more terrifying than the poison barrier, and they would rob people of their energy when they saw them.
Xue Wuxi had no way to split himself to save people, because the Ghost King had already attacked him, and he could barely hold the Ghost King back.
But he was also very tired alone, so he ordered Fu Changgeng to return to the Immortal Sect and get reinforcements.
Since Xue Wuxi was unable to split himself, Jiang Shengyu had to do the job of protecting the people.
With such a big commotion at this moment, Nangong Qing also brought people from the Imperial City Bureau and rushed over to protect the residents of Shangjing City together with Jiang Shengyu.
Looking around, the entire Shangjing City had now become a chaotic battlefield.
The sounds of shouting, the sound of weapons clashing, and the sounds of painful howls were intertwined and deafening.
In the streets and alleys, people were running around, trying to find a safe place to escape this sudden disaster.
And those people from the Imperial City Division were fighting bravely on this bloody battlefield.
The whole city seemed to be shrouded by an invisible force, falling into endless melee and killing.
Xue Wuxi was entangled with the Ghost King and Gui Miu. Although he could not defeat them for a while, it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.
Fortunately, when he was about to collapse, Fu Changgeng arrived in time with the reinforcements of the Immortal Sect.
The elders and the head of the sect worked together to set up a barrier, temporarily blocking the attack of the Ghost King.
Seeing this, Xue Wuxi's "Frost Flower" shone brightly.
He was full of faith, because defending the world to the death was his purpose in life.
Xue Wuxi rushed to the Ghost King first with "Shuanghua" in hand, followed closely by the elders and disciples, who displayed their own unique skills.
In an instant, the sky was filled with colorful lights shining and flashing.
Some disciples waved fairy swords in their hands, and the swords emitted a sharp sword aura, which slashed straight at the pervasive ghost aura like a rainbow piercing the sun.
Others chanted spells and summoned blazing flames, which roared like a giant beast with bared fangs and claws, rushing towards the ghost aura.
Other disciples pushed out their palms, and lightning shot out from their palms, slashing at the dense and insoluble ghost energy with the power of destroying the sky and the earth.
Seeing these moves coming towards him, the Ghost King laughed loudly, and his laughter shook the surrounding space slightly.
"Junk! All junk!!"
After laughing, he waved his hands, and a strong dark force surged out, which completely dissolved the attacks of the Immortal Sect.
Gui Miao took the opportunity to play the flute, and the sound of the flute was weird. The ghosts seemed to be greatly encouraged and rushed towards the people more frantically.
Xue Wuxi's eyes suddenly flashed, and he thought of a risky way.
After transmitting the message to Jiang Shengyu, he rushed to the Ghost King alone, deliberately revealing his flaws.
As expected, the Ghost King fell into the trap and attacked Xue Wuxi with all his strength.
At this critical moment, Jiang Shengyu used his magic to quickly circle behind the Ghost King, intending to inflict heavy damage.
However, the Ghost King had already discovered it, and immediately released his ghost energy, knocking Xue Wuxi and Jiang Shengyu out.
The two were hit hard and fell straight to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
With a loud "bang", they fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Xue Wuxi felt as if his body was about to fall apart, and severe pain instantly spread throughout his body.
He struggled to get up, but found that his legs had completely lost consciousness.
At this moment, a stream of warm liquid slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the cold ground, forming a bunch of shocking blood flowers.
Jiang Shengyu's situation was not optimistic either. His face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
The bright red bloodstain at the corner of his mouth was particularly glaring, forming a sharp contrast with his originally handsome face.
He endured the pain and tried to prop up his body with his hands, but every effort only made him feel more pain.
The phoenix he was riding had already been lying in a pool of blood, unconscious.
The two were lucky to be only seriously injured.
The other people from various immortal sects had no power to resist the extremely strong ghost energy that surged like a raging wave!
Their originally strong bodies were instantly torn apart like fragile paper.
In the blink of an eye, these people turned into countless pieces of meat and fine powder, splashing everywhere.
Some pieces of meat were still covered with traces of blood, which looked horrifying.
And the powders were drifting in the air, as if a horrific bloody storm had just swept through.
The whole scene was bloody and tragic, as if falling into hell on earth, making people unable to bear to watch.
What's worse is that the Imperial City Division led by Nangong Qing could not resist the invasion of the ghost clan.
No one in Shangjing City was spared, and all became food for the ghost clan.
"What? Can't get up?"
The Ghost King fell back to the ground, stepped hard on Xue Wuxi's back, and directly broke his spine.
The broken bones made a sharp sound, and Xue Wuxi spat out a pool of black blood. Although the pain was severe, he only groaned.
The Ghost King looked at Xue Wuxi's face with amusement as she tried hard to suppress the pain, and said faintly: "Let me think about it, should I kill you or use you as food for me to absorb my essence?"
"You look good, it would be a pity to kill you directly."