Chapter 142 The Final Battle! (Fourth Update! Please Subscribe!)

Inside Han's Villa.

The ancient well in the back mountain.

In the courtyard under the well, Han Sigu's face suddenly changed with his eyes closed and he opened his eyes instantly, looking towards the direction of Hechi.

Madam Xue, who was standing by her side, was slightly startled: "Master, what's wrong?"

"Blood River attacked the Yinshui magic lotus formation and left the lotus pond..." Han Sigu murmured, "It finally made a choice?"

Han Sigu's always stern face could not help flashing a touch of nervousness.

Did Blood River listen to someone, or did he make his own choice... Now, will he come to Gujing to recognize the Lord, or will he go to the ancestral hall bewitched by the cursed ghost?

There is no doubt that this is a life-long wait.

Even with Han Sigu's Dao heart, he still feels like sitting on pins and needles.

After a stick of incense, the ancient well in the back mountain was calm and calm.

The Blood River Sword did not appear.

The blood on Han Sigu's face faded in an instant, and his face was ashen.

He suddenly said: "Prepare for the final battle!"

At the same time, the breath on his body changed, and the blood-colored threads piercing through the void were broken one by one.

"Master, think twice!" Madam Xue was shocked when she saw this. Han Sigu's fate is now under the control of the seven evil spirits of the earth veins. It won't be long before her fate will be shattered, and her life will disappear!

She hastily persuaded, "The situation is unclear now, it's better to send someone to Hechi to check first."

Speaking of a backhand move, I saw a female cultivator with her eyes closed and unconscious floating out of the pool in the corner. It was Lu Luqiang.

This Lu Luqiang was originally intended to be used as fertilizer for the ghost wood, so as to make up for the damage that Pei Ling extracted before.

But now figuring out the whereabouts of the Blood River Sword is the top priority, and I don't care about Ghost Tree.

Han Sigu shook his head, Lu Luqiang, a mere eighth-level Qi training monk, couldn't even catch the three swords of his natal flying sword, so what could he investigate? Don't meet a cursed ghost on the road at that time, and give the other party a puppet for nothing!

He has already made the worst plan now, he will come out of the well immediately and compete with the cursed ghost for the last chance of life.

Even though breaking away from the life-suppressing soul line, the establishment of the foundation of heaven will fail, and there is no possibility at all, but it is better than cursing ghosts after refining the Blood River Sword, bringing many puppets to kill him in a mighty way, beheading him under the sword, It would be nice to take over his entire body of cultivation, as well as the entire net worth of Ghost Wood, Blood Lady, etc.!

If he went at this moment, taking advantage of the fact that the curse ghost had not yet fully refined the blood river, he would be killed on the spot, and regain his natal flying sword and half of the curse ghost's life, the foundation building would certainly fail, but there was still a possibility of survival!

Thinking of this, Han Sigu took out a palm-sized puppet doll from his sleeve, scratched his mouth, took blood and smeared the puppet's face, stretched out his hand, and a bunch of life-suppressing soul threads that were originally wrapped around him suddenly wrapped around Lu Luqiang. .

Immediately afterwards, he pinched Fajue and muttered... Soon, in the void, countless bloody silk threads stretched out, wrapping around Lu Luqiang's body.

After a moment of hesitation, the several silk threads that were still entwined on Han Sigu's body let go of him and turned to Lu Luqiang.

At the same time, the puppet doll collapsed silently, turning into a handful of gravel in an instant.

"This puppet substitute method allows this female cultivator to replace me for a while, so as to hide the perception of the cursed ghost, so that it can be caught off guard!" Han Sigu stood up, his breath soared wildly, his robe was automatic without wind, and his eyes were full of desperation Crazy, "Let's go!"

Madam Xue didn't dare to say much, so she could only follow behind him and step out of the courtyard.

When the two left, Lu Luqiang, who was bound by heavy silk threads behind her, had already started to turn white quietly with black hair all over her head.

For a moment, Han Sigu and Mrs. Xue both appeared under the Soul Eater's tree. Although Lu Luqiang was used as a substitute, his face looked a little old in such an instant.

The Soul Eater Ghost Tree shook slightly, and the whirling movement between the branches and leaves seemed to be surprised.

Han Sigu didn't stop at all, and simply ordered: "Let's go!"

... Han's ancestral hall, behind the bead curtain.

In the gray world, the curse ghost was extremely anxious: "Damn it! Damn it! What kind of brains are these puppets? Let them capture that kid back, why did they accidentally kill him? Is the Blood River Sword already suspicious of me now?"

Just half an hour ago, Zhang Shuo and the others came back beamingly and reported that Tao was the obsessed Junior Brother Pei who had already been put to death.

If it wasn't for the fact that they would be used in the future, Curse Ghost would wish to wring the heads of these people out!

"You all go to Tang Nanzhai!" After thinking quickly, Curse Ghost ordered in a cold voice, "When you find him, kill him immediately, or bring him to me."

There was no way, since Pei Ling was dead, Tang Nanzhai was his only chance.

Either kill it, so that the Blood River Sword can't judge the authenticity.

Or bewitch him, so that Tang Nanzhai can bite back and plant the real Han Sigu!

Not long after Zhang Shuo and others took orders to leave, Cursing Ghost suddenly shook his whole body, and said to himself in horror: "Yin water magic lotus formation... the blood river left the lotus pond?! Could it be that Tang Nanzhai dared to betray me?"

Thinking of this, the curse ghost thought, and the blood-colored silk threads all over his body trembled suddenly, as if he was looking for something through many spaces.

Only a moment later, he encountered a strong resistance.

The curse ghost felt it carefully, and his face changed: "Building the foundation of humanity? Damn it! It really is him who ruined my good deeds!"

A hint of malice flashed in its eyes, and it followed Zhang Shuo to look for Tang Nanzhai's Lin Long and others, and suddenly raised the weapon in his hand and slashed at the opponent.

Ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping-pong, and other white-robed monks all fell to their deaths on the spot, all bruised and bruised!

Zhang Shuo and other puppets stood by and watched, their sleeves were spattered with blood, but there was no emotion in their dull eyes, and they continued to look for someone without saying a word.

"What should I do?" The curse ghost was extremely anxious, and under the order of Qisha, it couldn't leave the ancestral hall at all.

If he doesn't leave, Han Sigu will get the Blood River Sword, and he will definitely use the power of the seven evil spirits of the earth veins to refine it and achieve his own foundation of heaven and earth!

Just when the curse ghost was in a dilemma, the Huibai world suddenly shook.

Immediately, a figure forcibly squeezed into it, with long hair fluttering, robe sleeves fluttering, and a stern face that was exactly the same as the cursed ghost. It was Han Sigu himself who had arrived!

The curse ghost was terrified to death, before he could figure out a countermeasure, Han Sigu couldn't help but point his finger like a sword, and a bloody sword qi slashed down on his head!

"Thousands of sentient beings, curse you forever!" The curse ghost didn't have time to think, and his body swayed, and he had already returned to the original shape of the curse ghost, but it was a human-like shadow, without facial features, male and female, and densely packed with blood characters all over his body.

If you look carefully at these bloody characters, you can see that they are composed of venomous faces.

Every face was the soul of the dead who had been killed by Han Sigu's sword.

They looked at Han Sigu with a sneer, and uttered their most vicious curses. These curses were intertwined like a net, and in the dark, they hooded Han Sigu.

Han Sigu only felt that his spiritual power was suffocated, and his cultivation base plummeted out of thin air.

However, he did not have the slightest panic or surprise. After all these years, this is not the first time he has confronted the curse ghost. At this moment, he continued to stab the curse ghost with his sword energy, while sneering: "You are the curse of thousands of souls that I have killed in my life." Thoughts come together, no matter how weird and difficult it is, I can kill you once, the master of many spells, and I can kill a hundred times and a thousand times... Are the dead souls at the bottom of the sword worthy of a battle?"

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