"Senior, please show me the way out." The Altar Master braced himself and asked.
"Take one attack from this Lord. Of course, this Lord won't use his full strength. As long as you can survive this Lord's attack, this Lord will let you live. "Song Shuhang extended a finger and said.
Once something like shame reached a critical point, it would completely shatter along with one's three views.
After Shuhang addressed himself as this lord, he didn't feel so embarrassed anymore, and he spoke more fluently.
The Altar Master's face turned black. Even if the other party didn't use his full strength, a casual flying sword from an unfathomable senior would still be able to take half of his life!
However, he didn't have a choice.
If he took one attack, he might die, but there was still a chance of survival.
If he didn't accept the senior's conditions, then as long as the other party took out a flying sword, his head could be chopped off and used as a chamber pot in minutes.
Moreover … … he also had a trump card. As a ghost cultivator of the evil path, he had a strange life-saving technique. Perhaps he could 'die' once in exchange for the other party's attack.
Thinking of this, the Altar Master clenched his teeth and said: "Senior, are you serious?"
"This Lord is also a person with a reputation in the cultivation world. Why would I lie to a junior like you?" Song Shuhang said coldly and continued to look down on the Altar Master like he was looking at an ant.
He was a person with a reputation, and Shuhang wasn't lying. Because as long as he was a normal person, he would have a face and a head. Don't tell me you don't have a head and a face?
"Senior, please be lenient." The Altar Master smiled bitterly. His bitter smile made people feel that even if they were separated by a thousand miles, they would still feel incomparably bitter.
Secretly, a pure ghost broke out of the seal within the Altar Master's body and quietly wrapped around the Altar Master's body.
A pure ghost was a ghost that didn't carry any resentment, so it wasn't afraid of normal exorcism spells.
Of course, it wasn't easy for such a pure ghost to be born. It must be known that the birth of ghosts was usually due to resentment. A pure ghost must be a good person that was rotten to the core and died because of a grievance. But if it was a good person that was rotten to the core and didn't care about that grievance, there was a chance that it would become a pure ghost … …
"Then take my sword!" Song Shuhang's face was cold. He turned his finger, and a talisman appeared on his fingertip.
The 'sword talisman' that Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman had given him was meant for attacking. To use it, one only needed to activate the talisman and lightly shout the word 'sword'. Once it was used, it could create a Third Grade Houtian Combat King's Sword Qi attack, which could easily split a mountain and split open a rock. If an ordinary Second Stage True Master didn't have any special defensive means, then even if they didn't die, they would still lose half their life.
When he saw this treasure talisman, the Altar Master secretly clenched his teeth … As a poor, low-level loose cultivator, he hated this kind of nouveau riche who threw talismans at people the most!
"Stand properly, junior. Pray for your luck. "Song Shuhang pinched the talisman treasure, his aura was majestic, his heart unable to contain his excitement," Sword! "
Vaguely, an illusory figure appeared behind Shuhang.
That figure used his finger as a sword and slashed at the Altar Master.
A resplendent sword light shot out from the Sword Talisman. When the sword light appeared, nothing else could be seen in the carriage, as if the only thing left in the world was this sword light!
This sword light was a marvelous sword technique!
In that instant, the Altar Master, who was locked on by the sword light, felt his body being imprisoned, unable to move even an inch.
Even dodging was an extravagant hope. He could only stand there in a daze as he watched the sword slash into his body!
Humiliation? Hate? Fear?
The Altar Master's heart was like spilled seasoning, mixed with all sorts of emotions, unable to describe the feeling.
The sword light hit his body, but it only made a slight 'zzz ~' sound of contact.
And the Altar Master's body was easily cut in half like tofu, falling to the ground with a loud bang.
But there wasn't a trace of blood on the wound …
The Caucasian monk smacked his lips. It ended just like that? A terrifyingly powerful Grade 2 True Master cultivator died just like that?
The carriage was silent.
However, Song Shuhang didn't let down his guard. He held an 'armor talisman' in his left hand and two 'sword talismans' in the other, staring at the Altar Master's body on the ground.
The other party was a cultivator who had been active in the Ghost Lamp Temple in J City since fifty to sixty years ago. As long as he wasn't too miserable, he should have one or two life-saving treasures on him.
Thinking up to this point, Song Shuhang put on a straight face and said in a deep voice: "You have some ability. Since you managed to block my sword, I'll let you live. Get up and scram from my sight! Remember, don't let me see you again! Ever! "
Song Shuhang was already very familiar with the skill of deceiving others.
The Caucasian monk was stunned. That Second Stage ghost cultivator was still alive after such a terrifying sword?
Impossible, right? What a terrifying sword!
However, as soon as Song Shuhang finished speaking, the two halves of the Altar Master's corpse slowly turned into black smoke, dissipating into the air.
Following that, the Altar Master appeared at his original spot with a deathly pale face. There was a deep sword scar on his forehead. At the crucial moment, although he managed to preserve his life by relying on his life-saving methods, that sword was too tyrannical and left a deep sword wound on him. The sword qi remained in the wound on his forehead, causing him unbearable pain.
"Thank you, senior, for not killing me." The Altar Master endured the pain and said: "This junior will leave immediately."
Since this senior had already discovered that he wasn't dead, there was no point in hiding any longer.
It seemed like the other party was a man of his word and was going to let him live. And if he hid and didn't come out, he might anger this senior and give him an excuse to attack again, and he would really be dead.
As he finished speaking, the similarly heavily injured ghost general Suffering Spirit floated over from behind the Altar Master, bringing along a black suitcase.
This suitcase contained the Altar Master's important belongings. Some things were too precious, and he didn't dare to leave them in J City's Luo Xin Street. Therefore, he carried all these things in the black suitcase with him.
"He's actually still alive?" The Caucasian monk didn't dare believe it.
Looking at the deathly pale face in front of him, Song Shuhang also sighed in his heart. This guy, was really still alive.
In order to live, this guy was really going all out.
What a pity, if he was really a senior who cared about his face and kept his word, he might really let him live.
But, this Lord didn't care about his face at all! What this Lord wants, is to kill you!
If I don't kill you, this Lord won't be able to eat or sleep well. I won't be able to live in the future!
Therefore, just as the Altar Master picked up the black suitcase and turned to leave with difficulty … Song Shuhang made his move again!
"Sword! Sword! "He held a 'Sword Talisman' in each of his hands, and activated them at the same time.
Who knew if this Altar Master still had any life-saving methods, so he used two Sword Talismans in one go! If it wasn't for the fact that he only had two hands and could only use two Sword Talismans, Song Shuhang would have used the rest of the Sword Talismans in one go!
The resplendent sword light once again shot out from the Sword Talisman, and two sword lights formed an 'X' shape and slashed at the Altar Master's body.
The Altar Master still maintained his vigilance before leaving, but it was useless.
The two sword lights were too fast, and once they locked on, they even had the ability to confine the enemy.
After the sword lights passed, the Altar Master's body was cut into four pieces, and he fell to the ground again. But this time, he didn't have any life-saving methods, and there was no chance of survival.
The body of a Second Stage cultivator was extremely tough. Even though he was cut into pieces, the Altar Master didn't immediately fall to the ground. His head stared straight at Song Shuhang. There were countless curses he wanted to curse in his heart, but in the end, he could only say one word full of resentment: "Shameless …!"
Although he knew that the other party was an expert in using poison, and his character was definitely fickle, the other party's shamelessness to this extent was too low.
"Hehe, whatever you say." Song Shuhang quickly grabbed another talisman in his hand. It was the 'Exorcism Talisman'.
The Altar Master was already dead, but his resentful ghost, the Suffering Spirit, was still alive.
When cutting weeds, one must eliminate the roots to prevent future troubles!
If Song Shuhang was alone, he wouldn't have to worry about future troubles. But unfortunately, he wasn't.
"Break!" The Exorcism Talisman's spiritual energy hurricane rose again, sweeping up the two carriages.
'Squeak …' The ghost general, the Suffering Spirit, let out a blood-curdling screech. The incomparably weak Suffering Spirit didn't even have the chance to escape, and was directly purified by the Exorcism Talisman's spiritual energy.
Dong ~ ~ The black leather suitcase fell to the ground.
And the Altar Master's body, which was on the verge of death, was also purified by the Exorcism Talisman's spiritual energy. It made him lose even the strength to retaliate before his death.
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