Chapter 780 Crash

What the ghost master likes is the power of this soul-calling banner.

The soul-calling banner formed two magic lines, which exceeded his expectations and made him ecstatic.

But he has never seen a magic weapon with two magic lines, and he doesn't know how powerful a magic weapon with two magic lines is.

At this moment, there was thunder in the sky, and through the enchantment at the transom, the sky suddenly dimmed, and countless electric arcs surged in the clouds.

This is not a cloud calamity, it is obviously a dark calamity far better than the cloud calamity, a catastrophe of heaven and earth that the soul-sensing ancestors in this world are "unhappy to endure".

With the supernatural insight of the ghost master, he naturally knows that with such a strange change of lightning in the clouds, the catastrophe will fall, and it will definitely not exceed 30 breaths. Whether it is life or death, success or failure, the ghost master has never been so difficult to decide .

Plop, Xu Yi was limp on the ground, ghosts were still pouring into the circle of light, but this kind of influx was not Xu Yi's persistence at all, but the attraction derived from the circle of light, forcibly attracting the little ghost in his altar, Converge towards the aperture.

Xu Yi's embarrassment gave the ghost master the last courage. He forcibly controlled his mind, let out a painful howl again, and separated the karmic fire the size of a candle, wrapped in abundant ghosts, and rushed towards the light circle.

He gambled one last time, he was fully sure that this candle-sized karmic fire engulfed the soul, and could defeat Xu Yi who was on the verge of collapse in one fell swoop. At that time, he would forcibly collect it regardless of whether the soul-calling banner was finished or not, and fled underground , Let’s talk after avoiding the catastrophe.

As long as the soul-calling banner is finally integrated with his ghost imprint, even after all the hard work and sacrifices, he will be worth it.

As for killing Xu Yi, it's easy to say, every breath is crucial right now, if he wants to kill Xu Yi, he has to separate the ghost again, and finally control the summoning banner.

At this time, there is no way for the ghost master to delay, only to complete his work in one battle.

Seeing the ghost master's actions, Xu Yi's heart was cold, and he fought hard, even to the limit.

The little ghost in the depths of the altar is completely hazy, and even the outline can't be seen clearly. Even if the aperture is pulled, only the fainter ghost can be separated.

But the ghost master's ghost attacked again, and he was powerless to resist. Even in the fight just now, his ghost overwhelmed the ghost master's ghost.

In the dark, he could sense the sacrifice of the soul-calling banner, the ghost priest, is the key method to control the soul-calling banner, and whoever laughs last will win everything.

All the efforts of the losers are to add luster to the power of the summoning banner.

Seeing that the karmic fire of the ghost master's candle has been separated from the body, and several ghosts like thick fog have risen towards the karmic fire, despair appeared in Xu Yi's eyes, and then he was relieved. Indeed, he has tried his best, done his best, and listened to God's will , what shame?

At this moment, the ghost master's ferocious and proud face suddenly froze, and the astonishment burst out of his expression, which was extremely strange.

It's just that he was stunned for a moment, and his image of the cup and cup of karma, which had been broken to the extreme, collapsed instantly with a bang.

Before the ghosts could wrap the fire, it vanished out of thin air. The fire lost control and fell to the ground, turning into a piece of pure white putrid liquid. It fell on the ground and burned a bottomless pit.

The karmic fire disappeared, the ghost collapsed, and the image of the ghost master's ghost suddenly changed, and it changed its appearance, and the broken cup of karmic fire condensed again, turning into the size of a wine cup.

"Brother Li!"

Xu Yi exclaimed, his voice weakened.

The face that the ghost changed into was Li Xiuluo.

In the battle on the imperial court, the ghost master fled in despair, and his cultivation retreated wildly. This attack, in terms of power and influence, even surpassed that during the imperial court battle.

With such a quick replenishment, it was hard for Xu Yi not to think that Li Xiuluo might have become the ghost master's supplement.

He was quite sentimental in his heart, and there was one less friend in the world.

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, Li Xiuluo was reincarnated from the Yin body of the ghost master.

It turned out that Li Xiuluo was deceived by the ghost master with the phantom body of his dead wife A Luo that day, so that the ghost master took advantage of the void and entered, and his yin body was swallowed.

When Li Xiuluo came back to his senses, it was already too late. At that time, the ghost master's secret technique had already been activated, and he was not allowed to resist at all.

While Li Xiuluo was terrified, he quickly faced the reality. He had suffered setbacks, and his own intelligence was also extremely high, otherwise he would not be able to cultivate to the realm of the King of Light within a mere hundred years.

In a dangerous situation, he acted decisively, gave up struggling, and even gave up a large number of ghosts, and sent them to be swallowed by the ghost master, until finally he turned into a bead-like soul body and was absorbed by the ghost master.

Everything seemed to be that Li Xiuluo was completely in a dead end, but in fact Li Xiuluo did not hesitate to see it, and used secret methods to seal all the soul consciousness and carry it in the soul body.

Only in this way can he maintain a little immortality.

And it was Xu Yi that Li Xiuluo bet on.

He knew very well that the ghost master did not hesitate to pollute the ghost yuan and forcibly increase his strength for Xu Yi.

At that time, it was useless for him to resist, and he simply used secret techniques to completely immerse himself in his soul consciousness.

What was waiting was the fight between the ghost master and Xu Yi, and at a critical moment, he might break out of the cocoon.

Li Xiuluo was hailed by the ghost master as a rare ghost cultivator, and it was not for nothing. Even the ghost master didn't see through his ability to immerse himself in soul consciousness and return it to nothingness.

In other words, the ghost master didn't bother to think about it at all, he completed the devouring, and accommodated Li Xiuluo's ghost essence in himself, even if Li Xiuluo had the ability to reach the sky, after a long time, he could completely assimilate his ghost essence.

As for the stalemate with Xu Yi, it was not in the ghost master's consideration at all.

Not to mention that in order to forcibly improve his cultivation, he used the secret method of turning yuan to swallow a hundred thousand blood food, and swallowed a large amount of ghost yuan from Li Xiuluo.

Just relying on Xu Yi's final results in the Battle of the Imperial Field, the Ghost Lord even doubted whether Xu Yi could survive. Even if he survived, he would still be dying.

Everything was as expected by the ghost master, and when they saw Xu Yi again, this terrifying and peerless evildoer had already turned into a pale head.

Who would have expected that the core of the struggle was shifted to the Soul Calling Banner, and after several entanglements, Li Xiuluo really caught a glimpse of the opportunity, taking advantage of the collapse of the ghost master's karma, he suddenly mobilized and seized control of this powerful Yin Physique in one fell swoop.

It's complicated to say, but in an instant.

Xu Yi called out, and Li Xiuluo bowed to him, "Brother Xu, it's been a long time."

Xu Yi smiled miserably, and wanted to raise his hand, only to realize that his whole body was so weak that he couldn't move at all. He glanced at the thunder that had gradually gathered in the dark clouds outside the window, and said anxiously, "Brother Li, retreat quickly, please help me!" Thank you Xu for finding Yan Zi."

Things have come to this point, and the situation is inevitably heading for collapse.

In terms of refining tools alone, the situation at this moment is almost beyond perfection. Faint ghosts are constantly surging towards the soul-calling banner, the aperture is gradually shrinking, and a large amount of soul power is injected into the soul-calling banner.

Xu Yi even felt that he was gradually forming a blood connection with the soul-calling banner that had two dharma lines, as if it had become his own sibling.