Chapter 388: A Sword Cry, Grandmaster Dies
"Woo woo woo~~"
Hundreds of ghosts cried out in unison, wailing and shrill roars, as if they were enduring great pain.
The yin energy around is getting thicker and thicker.
Jiang Chen was trapped in a ghost wall and could only watch all this happen.
The Great Elder of the Ghost Refining Sect in the distance sneered, pinched his fingers together, and sped up the operation of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Formation.
"Damn it! How could you treat them like this?"
"Didn't you hear? They are crying, they are crying so sadly..."
Jiang Chen tried twice more, but found that he could not get out of the ghost wall. He stopped and looked at the miserable ghosts. His fists were clenched and his eyes were red.
The sadness on his body was very strong.
This kind of emotion was not false at all, which surprised the ghost Maitreya beside him.
"This young friend is so kindhearted. I never thought that in this pedantic land of Jiuzhou, there are still people like me who treat ghosts as human beings!"
He clasped his hands together, his face full of compassion: "What a pity! If you hadn't blocked our plan, I would have let you go."
What he didn't know was.
Jiang Chen's pain was certainly sincere.
A large group of ghosts were all suffering from the pain that penetrated deep into their souls, their pale faces twisted and throbbing.
If I made this myself, how magical would it be?
Unfortunately not.
In his eyes, it was not these ghosts who were crying, but himself. A large amount of his ghost energy was stolen right in front of him!
Elder Zhang is the thief!
Just think of this.
Jiang Chen stood there with a gloomy face. A strong murderous intent suddenly burst out from his body. His clothes fluttered without wind, and his demonic eyes were all staring straight ahead.
The cold light on Bai Guang's precious sword flickered, and a terrifying sword intent was accumulating.
"Divine Sword"
He is proficient in the most powerful sword in the world.
Nothing can be left unbroken, nothing can be left uncut!
The powerful sword intent in his heart was spreading, and the precious sword in his hand burst into buzzing sounds and filled with cold light.
The people around couldn't help but look sideways. At this moment, the young man looked quite dazzling, as if he had turned into a magic sword.
Sharp, fierce, and unparalleled!
"The sword! Wow, it's really the sword!" On the mountain peak, the top grandmaster Shan Xingxiong's face flushed, and he spoke with excitement that he could hardly suppress.
He was an expert in the martial arts world and could tell at a glance that this sword was extraordinary.
If he had not been suppressed by King Taishan's own son, he would probably have been unable to endure it and rushed over to take the sword.
This side.
Elder Zhang's expression also changed a little. He stopped making seals in his hands and hurriedly took out an ancient bronze tripod. He looked at the young man in front of him with fear.
As if it was not safe enough, he thought for a moment, then lit three more incense sticks and carefully stuck them into the ground in front of him.
Just finished all this.
Jiang Chen over there had already moved, making a throwing gesture with the sword in his hand.
"Evil cultivators have no moral principles and are thieves in front of you."
"punish!"
The last word was uttered, turning into layers of sound waves that echoed around.
Accompanied by a cold sound like a dragon's roar.
A thick, silver-white dragon appeared on the scene.
The powerful sword energy instantly destroyed everything around it, leaving a terrifying ravine on the ground.
Elder Zhang's eyes widened, his hands trembled violently, and he hurriedly threw the bronze tripod in his hand. It quickly enlarged and became the size of a house.
"Bang"
Under the long dragon, it was shattered into pieces.
There were two more objects at the back, which also only blocked for a very short time. The long silver-white dragon, wrapped in terrifying sword pressure, slammed into Elder Zhang.
He thought about hiding and tried various secret techniques.
But it's of no use.
The terrifying sword intent locked him tightly.
Finally, the long dragon disappeared into the depths of the fog, leaving only Elder Zhang's feet. The three incense sticks stuck between his feet had almost burned out in an instant.
It seemed that the fact that his feet were able to stay was thanks to these three incense sticks.
The whole place was dead silent.
Even the battles of several grandmasters came to a halt.
Nothing else.
From this sword, except for a few top grandmasters, everyone else felt a strong threat of death!
"this……"
"A powerful sword!"
"Yamada Xingxiong, can you swing a sword like this?"
"Of course he can, but he's a top Grandmaster!"
"I can't do it. The sword art is divine, this is the realm I have been pursuing! The power of this sword is beyond your comprehension!" On the top of the mountain, Shan Xingxiong was shaking with excitement, staring at the young man in the field.
"This kid used a sword talisman?" Daoxuan muttered to himself in the distance, also somewhat incredulous.
"It's pretty good to be able to use the sword talisman to this extent."
Finally he made such a judgment.
"No! Why is the Ten Thousand Ghosts Formation still there? Jiang boy, be careful!"
He shouted quickly.
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