Chapter 705: Real People Are Moved
All the evildoers turned their eyes to Ma Qingji, wanting to see who was speaking so arrogantly.
The old man in yellow was furious and said, "You little bastard, you are so arrogant!"
"Let me see how much you are capable of. You dare to speak so arrogantly here!"
The old man shook his yellow robe, and seven streams of black smoke flew out from it, wrapping around Ma Qingji like flying ropes.
Ma Qingji's peach branch shook, and then a deep sword energy was cut out, slashing on the seven flying ropes.
A violent shriek sounded, and a twisted ghost face appeared where the sword energy broke through the air. The seven black smoke flying ropes were broken into fourteen pieces, falling to the ground and constantly twisting.
The old man in yellow screamed, "My Soul-Snatching Rope!"
He quickly recalled the flying rope, but the ghost attached to it had already been severely injured.
The old man in yellow robes' eyes turned red as he said, "You're looking for death!"
He suddenly pounced on Ma Qingji, his yellow robe fluttering, and suddenly he took off his body and attacked him fiercely.
The large sleeves of the yellow robe twitched, making the air sound like thunder, and the strong wind rushed straight to Ma Qingji's face.
The old man in yellow was wearing a green inner garment. Under the cover of the yellow robe, he suddenly grabbed Ma Qingji with his ten long, thin, black nails.
Ma Qingji's eyes looked dull, but also very unfriendly.
The man in yellow robe came closer, but was forced back by his sword.
The robe was folded and changed randomly at an incredible angle, dodging the sword energy, but the corner of the robe hit Ma Qingji's lower abdomen like a sledgehammer.
Ma Qingji punched the old man in the chest, but the old man blocked it with both hands. He grabbed the old man's arm with his ten fingers, but it was like grabbing fine iron, causing sparks to fly everywhere.
The nail did not scratch Ma Qingji's oily skin, but Ma Qingji's punch made him fly backwards.
On the contrary, the man in yellow robe was able to fight with Ma Qingji. The corner of his clothes was kicked away by Ma Qingji, but in the next moment, it suddenly turned from hard to soft, wrapped around Ma Qingji's ankle, and dragged him back suddenly.
Ma Qingji took advantage of the situation by stepping forward with his right foot and stomped it hard on the ground, using the earth's energy to hold down the yellow robe.
The man in yellow robe quickly changed his tactics, and two dark ghost hands suddenly stretched out from his sleeves and grabbed Ma Qingji's thigh.
Ma Qingji stabbed with the peach branch, and with a shrill ghost howl, he pushed away the ghost hands to the left and right, and nailed the yellow robe to the ground with a sword, making a weird scream.
The old man shouted sternly: "Why don't you do it!"
Before he finished speaking, thirteen sharp black lines pierced towards Ma Qingji.
Ma Qingji took a step back, and the shadow turned into thick black smoke, hiding him in it. The thirteen black lines hit the air, circling in the air, constantly shaking, revealing their true appearance.
There were thirteen ghost nails, as fast as lightning. When they moved, the main bodies could not be seen, only black lines were seen passing by.
The man in yellow robe took the opportunity to climb up along the Yinhun Sword, allowing the Yinhun Sword to pierce a hole in it, but he also used this opportunity to escape.
At the same time, another handful of sparks flew towards the black smoke where Ma Qingji was hiding. The sparks flew stronger and stronger, and when they hit the black smoke, they turned into a huge fire that ignited the black smoke.
The owner of the ghost nail and Mars also flew forward. The former was a burly middle-aged man with a ferocious face, and the latter was an old woman with an oil lamp hanging on her crutch.
The flames grew more intense. The old woman laughed and said, "This is the demon fire, which burns the evil spirits. This kid is dead."
The flame continued to burn in the black smoke, and the red light shone through the black smoke, as if entering a coal kiln.
The flames grew stronger and stronger, but somehow, the black smoke also grew stronger and stronger. The red flames seemed to be dyed and suddenly turned into black flames in an instant.
Ma Qingji walked out of the black fire, which was surging like a giant snake, being toyed with by a huge demon in the black smoke, and coiled around its arm.
The huge demon looked at the three troublemakers, and they cried out in alarm and retreated separately.
But the demon came over with black smoke, grabbed the two old and slow-moving men with his hands, and pressed them to the ground.
Ma Qingji pulled up a peach branch and flicked his finger. The hundreds of ghosts in the peach branch appeared in the Owl House with a sinister smile, pounced on the middle-aged man to the ground, and bit him wantonly.
The middle-aged man screamed loudly, and thirteen ghost nails coiled around his body, constantly attacking the evil ghosts that were approaching him. However, he could not defend against too many evil ghosts. After a few bites, blood gushed out of his body, and he was haunted by ghost energy and could not move.
Ma Qingji asked, "Who else wants to give it a try?"
The whole room was silent, and no one dared to speak.
Ma Qingji looked down at the two old men under the claws of the devil. They had been pinched so hard that their eyes were bleeding and they were gasping for breath.
Seeing that Ma Qingji had looked at him, they immediately looked as if begging for mercy, but their bulging eyeballs only revealed fear.
Ma Qingji had no intention of killing them. The black smoke behind him penetrated into the shadow, and the demon's hand also turned into black smoke and was swallowed by the shadow.
He shook the peach branch and said, "Come back!"
The hundreds of ghosts that were still thirsty for blood were like mice seeing a cat, and they all obediently crawled into the peach branches.
Ma Qingji hung the peach branch around his waist and said, "The Owl Pavilion is not a place for you to act recklessly. As I said before, if you serve the King of Linchuan well, he will naturally reward you generously. But if you use this as a place to abuse your power, please leave."
He laughed, but it made people feel a little scared, and said, "Or I will ask you to leave."
He turned and walked out of the Owl House. The Owl House was completely silent.
The King of Linchuan was so excited that his face flushed. When he saw Ma Qingji, he praised him, "Master Ma has great magical powers. He is indeed an extraordinary person."
Ma Qingji nodded and said, "Your Highness, thank you for your compliment."
"Since I have already helped His Highness once, we are even now. I will say goodbye now."
Prince Linchuan's face froze, his eyes unclear. But when he saw Ma Qingji start to leave, he hurriedly called out, "Wait!"
Ma Qingji looked at Prince Linchuan with a puzzled look.
Prince Linchuan had already made up his mind. He smiled and said, "Master Ma told me last time that cultivating immortality is what a master truly seeks. I know that mundane things will not impress Master Ma, but Master Ma, please take a look at this."
Prince Linchuan took out a piece of silk book from his sleeve and handed it to Ma Qingji, saying, "This was obtained by chance by me. Perhaps it will attract the attention of the real person."
Ma Qingji opened the silk book and took a look at it, and his expression changed a little.
After a moment, he closed the silk book and said, "What does Your Highness want me to do?"
King Linchuan knew he was tempted, but he didn't dare to make any outrageous requests. He just said, "I dare not let Master Ma take orders in the Owl Pavilion, nor will I ask him to handle those mundane affairs. I only ask Master Ma to stay by my side and protect me."
Ma Qingji showed a bit of surprise, but also a bit of admiration, and said: "Your Highness, you are very smart."
He looked at the silk book in his hand and said, "I promise. I will protect your highness until he dies."
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