Chapter 77: Breaking the Pot

Du Ziteng took a deep breath, feeling extremely angry, but had to persuade herself to calm down.

She looked at Wang Ling: "If you want to fight, I can accompany you to the end, but you have to go out to the ghost town before fighting."

Wang Ling shook his head: "Are you thinking too beautifully!"

"Wang Ling! Don't go too far. Don't think that just because you can control us in the ghost town, you can act unscrupulously. If the situation is really going to die, the worst we can do is go to the Qingfeng of Maoshan Mountain."

The implication is self-evident. If you dare to be cruel, don't blame us for paying back double the amount.

Wang Ling smiled, with an endless cold light in his eyes: "Are you threatening me?"

"You can think so."

"Do you think that Maoshan Qingfeng is a place where you can go and leave whenever you want?"

In the final analysis, Maoshan Qingfeng actually only has the red lineage of Ksitigarbha, and the other five thug families are nothing more than orange level, and their overall strength is not that outstanding.

At least for the Wufang Ghost Emperor family in the mountain city, it is not such a hard nut to crack.

But over the years, it was all the ghost spirit masters in the Dragon Kingdom who were chased and beaten by the Wang family, and could only huddle in the mountain city to survive. The reason is not because Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva belongs to the Buddhist lineage, and the Buddhist lineage is a huge and intricate entity in the Dragon Kingdom.

With the protection of the entire Buddhist system, the Senluo Underworld has always been wary of rats. Even if they were lucky enough to level the Qingfeng of Maoshan Mountain secretly, looking back, the entire mountain city may suffer endless revenge from the Buddhist system.

Therefore, Senluo Hell has never dared to take this step.

At this moment, this threat has fallen into Wang Ling's ears. It cannot be said that it is particularly big, it can only be said that it cannot make any waves.

Otherwise, he would not have dared to take advantage of Lishui Ghost City to appear and lead all his clansmen out.

"Stop talking nonsense, we are all here. With so many ghosts present, it would be a pity not to kill them all!"

The royal mausoleum immediately lit up the spiritual light array, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva appeared and merged with himself.

Beside him and behind him, the possessed masters who had reached the fifth ring had all completed the battle of combining gods and mortals. Those who had not yet reached the fifth ring retreated further, preparing to fight with the little ghosts later.

"Sister, do it!" Cai Heng, the current head of the Cai family, saw this situation and knew that it was impossible to be merciful this time. In addition, after the advent of the ghost city, so many ghost spirit masters were killed, and the Cai family became He had sacrificed the lives of many young people, so at this moment his eyes were filled with blood, and he wished he could fight the murderers opposite him.

"You can't do anything!" Zhou Yao, the head of the Zhou family, firmly objected.

"My surname is Zhou! At this time, you still want to be a coward!"

"What do you know!" Zhou Yao was misunderstood by Cai Heng. Although he was very angry, he did not waste time, but analyzed it carefully: "Our realm is too strong, and the energy of the gods we invited is stronger. It is difficult for the ghost city to hold on. , I noticed signs of falling apart just now.”

"It's just a collapse! The Wang family is here, do you still expect them to give us a chance to explore slowly?"

"Okay!" Du Ziteng interrupted the quarrel between the two: "If you don't consider the exploration of the ghost city, at least consider the future here. Don't you see that the Wang family plans to break the pot and use tyrannical energy to hold the ghost city up? Explosion just makes the young people here sink directly with the ghost town. "

"hateful!"

Just when the five bosses of Senluo Underworld were in a dilemma, Wang Ling and his men on the opposite side had already taken action.

They really wanted to give it a go and kill as many as they could. It didn't matter if the ghost city was destroyed. The only loss would be the ghost clan.

In this way, in addition to destroying the ghost city and depriving the ghost spirit masters of the opportunity to explore the secret realm, they can also kill a group of people along the way.

Upper-class figures like the Five Directions Ghost Emperor should not be in any danger, but with so many big bosses fighting, the spilled aftermath of the battle can easily devour those with low status. In this way, the ghost clan's future talent development will at least go backwards. An era.

Therefore, Wang Ling directly launched his ultimate move: "Fu Zhu!"

This is the spiritual technique given to Wang Ling by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. When he comes out, he can suppress all things.

A huge golden ring, magnified countless times, suddenly condensed from high in the sky, covering the ghost spirit master indiscriminately, overwhelming the sky and the earth, making people extremely depressed.

"Damn it!" Du Ziteng was so angry that her chest heaved violently. Of course she was not afraid of this spiritual technique. The key was that there were so many juniors here, and it was easy for Chi Yu to be affected.

"I'm coming!" Zhao Kaiyang, the head of the Zhao family, volunteered and stood out from the crowd: "Supernatural power, a shield that reaches the sky!"

Above Zhao Kaiyang's head, a thick black shield like a dark cloud suddenly appeared, just in time to offset the pressing Fu Zhu Golden Ring.

Seeing the golden ring melting, the shield that reaches the sky is still intact, and the superiority of magical powers and spiritual arts is now clear.

However, the corner of Wang Ling's lips curled up in an arc: "Using magical powers to deal with my spiritual arts? Idiot!"

You must know that magical power is a skill that can only be understood and learned by a nine-ring near-god-level spiritual master. It is many times more advanced than spiritual arts. It is stronger if it is stronger, but the spiritual energy consumed also increases with the tide.

The point is, this is a ghost town. After a long period of ups and downs, it has long become fragile. You still use magical powers as soon as you get up?

Click~click~

At this time, lightning and thunder suddenly appeared high in the sky, and the ground beneath your feet frequently showed signs of cracks. People who were standing could clearly feel the shaking.

"Not good!" The ghost tribe panicked.

"Do it! Indiscriminate bombardment!" Wang Ling realized that the opportunity could not be missed, and decisively ordered everyone to attack at will, adding salt to the wounds of the ghost clan and the ghost city.

Liu Mang and Meng Zijing and Li Hao hid behind the big guys, thinking that there would be tall people to support them if the sky fell, but they didn't expect that the tall people would also suffer now.

Seeing that the sky and the earth were broken by a disagreement in front of them, most of their colleagues in the back fled in panic. The three of them didn't dare to stay, and of course they ran as far as they could, trying to stay away from the fighting area.

However, before they ran a few steps, attacks fell from all directions, including the top of their heads.

Liu Mang was startled and had to release the gate of the underworld and directly invite the eight ghosts to help.

"Eight?! Orange?!" Meng Zijing and Li Hao beside him were shocked. It wasn't long after they entered the ghost city, how come Liu Mang seemed to be a different person.

When did this guy have eight ghosts? What's the matter with the orange-level spiritual light array?

Could it be that Liu Mang has been hiding his incompetence since the first day he met him?

Seeing Liu Mang using eight ghosts to block eight directions and fight and retreat, the brother and sister followed Liu Mang closely, trying to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

But before they had gone far, they suddenly discovered that the ground under their feet had completely cracked, as if a terrible earthquake had occurred, and it was split into plates on the spot, and many people were separated.

From the cracks in the ground, it was obvious that magma was emerging, and there were ghost hands, accompanied by ghost howling and painful groans, climbing along the cracks and appearing.

Is the real underworld about to appear in the world?