"Slap!" With a slap, 'Wang Mingxing' fell to the ground.
Despite being hit so hard, his face didn't swell; instead, the ghostly spirit within him was burned senseless by the true yang fire, leaving him unable to utter a single word.
[As expected, psychopaths love to court death!]
Wu Xiaoying felt a chill run down her spine. When she noticed Fang Zong looking over, she quickly said, "This is a ghost that went mad inside the Three Lives Stone. Sooner or later, it will perish until only a tiny imprint remains on the Three Lives Stone. It's useless."
"Okay, then I'll help him."
Fang Zong slapped the ghost, which hadn't even been able to utter its name, into pieces.
"Ding Dang! Congratulations to the Summoner for having a lucky streak! You've found a skill book, Eight-Legged Essay Explanation (Green) +1!"
Uh, what's the use of this thing?
Fang Zong shook his head, and as he raised his hand to throw it away, he thought for a moment and then crushed it.
Having more skills is never a bad thing. Even if it's just the eight-legged essay... well, Fang Zong felt it was still useless, so he simply put it aside and instructed Wang Mingxing to continue.
Wang Mingxing's face was pale, and he was covered in cold sweat, but he stubbornly gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!"
Then came the second one. After examining it, Wu Xiaoying shook her head.
"No! I won't leave!" the female ghost possessing Wang Mingxing cried out. "Please, let me see my son! I just want to see my son!"
"OK."
Fang Zong readily agreed and asked, "What year were you born?"
"What year? What do you mean? My birthday is from the early years of the Kangxi Emperor's reign. Why are you asking this?"
"That was over three hundred years ago? If your son can live that long, I'll help you find him."
Female ghost: "………………Goodbye!"
As soon as Fang Zong uttered those words, the female ghost stared blankly, shook her head speechlessly, and left.
Then came the third time, by which time Fang Zong had already given up hope.
The first one was a scholar. Even if he became a ghost, he would only be at the level of an ordinary ability user, not even reaching the level of magic.
The second one was a woman. Perhaps she had a high status when she was alive, but she was just an ordinary woman. Now she is just an ordinary female ghost, the kind that can be dispersed with a breath.
No wonder the Yinma Sect is so weak; fundamentally speaking, it's because...
As Fang Zong was thinking, he suddenly turned his head, and the magic sword Shattering Star was also unsheathed.
At this moment, Wang Mingxing's body emanated a cold, silvery-white ghostly aura, which turned out to be the Cold Iron Ghostly Aura!
The intensity of it was so great that it made him feel both excited and exhilarated!
Under Fang Zong's gaze, Wu Xiaoying was so frightened that she fell headfirst to the ground, crying out, "Mom... no, thug brother, save me! It's a giant ghost! A giant ghost! This was a powerful being with magic-level strength in life, and after death..."
This kid's luck is incredible!
Fang Zong nodded upon hearing this.
That's right, this kid's luck is incredible.
Whether it's bad luck or good luck, it's all fucking incredible!
Throughout the entire Eastern Kingdom, from ancient times to the present, among the hundreds of millions of people who have lived and died, how many are there actually skilled practitioners?
Fang Zong felt that the Three Lives Stone must be like a tumor, swollen and covered with the imprints of the souls of all kinds of dead people, but only one in ten thousand of them would be the ghost spirit of a master of magic!
and……
The one that came up was definitely not an ordinary magic-level expert.
It's a level 5 technique!
"Who are you?" Fang Zong asked.
The other party controlled Wang Mingxing, who slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were like those of a bloodthirsty beast, like a bear. He was slightly confused, but then became particularly determined.
A phantom image of a thick beard appeared on Wang Mingxing's face, and his hair stood on end, like a roaring lion displaying its mane. He was a man who had long held a position of power, and he was also imposing without being angry!
Standing there, he seemed like an indestructible mountain!
"If you do not bow before me, do you know you deserve to be killed?" 'Wang Mingxing' said calmly.
In the tense atmosphere, a question suddenly came out, and Fang Zong chuckled and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Ao Bai!"
"I am Duolong, but it is not I who comes out to show off, it is that scoundrel Aobai."
Fang Zong asked a question, but two ghosts answered. As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Mingxing staggered backward, and a majestic ghost spirit rushed out of his body.
Ao Bai was over nine feet tall, with broad shoulders and a wide build.
As soon as she came out, her loud laughter was like a morning bell, shaking the surroundings violently. The glass windows and furniture in the room shattered with a crackling sound, and Wu Xiaoying covered her ears in pain.
Fang Zong felt fine, but what surprised him was that Wang Mingxing was also unharmed.
"I know he's asking about rice, but I'm willing to go with this lad and enjoy some of the worldly pleasures, isn't that nice?"
With a smile, Duolong controlled Wang Mingxing's body to move over and protect Wu Xiaoying.
He looked at Fang Zong and said with a smile, "Ao Bai is different. He escaped by asking the rice and even broke out of this kid's body. If I hadn't protected this kid, he would have died on the spot, gone, finished! Now, let's kill Ao Bai. If we don't kill him, he will kill us all."
As he spoke, Duolong got into position, revealing himself to be a magic-level ghost.
While not as strong as Ao Bai, he still possesses terrifying strength at the fourth level of the skill realm.
Fang Zong nodded slightly, not particularly surprised.
As the "Number One Warrior of Manchuria," it was only natural that Ao Bai was powerful. This Duolong was probably the commander of the Imperial Guards during the same period as Ao Bai. Although he was not very prominent and was also shrewd, he was a truly top-notch expert when he was alive.
A top-tier master in ancient times would be roughly equivalent to a "technique-level" expert in modern times.
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