No one expected this.
As a top expert, Cheng Yaojin did not even have a chance to fight with this evil ghost. He was directly entangled by the evil ghost.
"Lord Cheng!" Wu Shiyu was so scared that his entire body trembled. "Don't you have the Immortal Monarch's technique?"
Just now, his eldest son had been entangled by the evil ghost and was being devoured bit by bit.
"Father!" Cheng Yaojin's son, Cheng Chumo, also shouted from behind. "Didn't you say 300 rounds?"
"Hahaha, my son, don't panic." Cheng Yaojin laughed a few times, but then he trembled violently.
Waves of bone-piercing coldness constantly surged from behind.
It also seemed to be accompanied by an intense chill.
However, Cheng Yaojin's Qi and blood cultivation was far higher than Wu Yuanqing's.
At this moment, he stimulated all the Qi and blood in his body, and actually forced his frozen body to move again.
"Watch this old man's Mount Tai!"
He suddenly jumped up, and his back slammed into the ground.
However, this did not have the slightest effect.
Instead, he hit himself in pain.
"This evil ghost can't even be hit by a sword or an axe. No wonder we martial artists can't do anything." He shuddered again and could only mutter, "Forget it, forget it. The evil ghost is indeed not a human's match."
Although Cheng Yaojin's actions were reckless just now.
But he just wanted to see what kind of situation it was when martial artists fought against evil ghosts.
After all, it was impossible for everyone to have the Immortal Monarch's technique.
And the results were out very quickly.
Unbeatable!
His strength was already at the top of the world. He thought that he could still hold on for a while, but in the end, the martial artist's methods could not do anything to the ghost at all. Even under such circumstances, he could not break free. If he did not have the Immortal Monarch's technique, he could only watch as the evil ghost slowly sucked his Qi and blood to death.
It was indeed a catastrophe for the world.
"Ah!" Cheng Yaojin. Pressing the tip of his tongue, he shouted, "Immortal Monarch's technique, save me!"
In an instant, the golden mark on the back of his hand suddenly bloomed with light, and a complicated pattern appeared in circles.
This miraculous scene caused everyone to open their eyes wide.
The young Wu Zetian was even more unable to take her eyes off it.
This was the technique bestowed by the Immortal Monarch?
Under this light, the evil spirit that was originally on Cheng Yaojin's back suddenly let out a shrill scream. It instinctively wanted to escape, but in the next moment, a light purple chain emerged from the pattern on the back of Cheng Yaojin's hand. It danced and completely locked the struggling evil spirit. No matter how it turned into a black mist, it could not escape.
Little by little, it was dragged into the back of his hand.
After it was completely submerged.
Cheng Yaojin's entire arm suddenly emitted clouds of black fog. It was even distorted, as if it was deformed.
Even Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but let out a suppressed cry of pain.
"Father!" Cheng Chumo couldn't help but run over.
However, when he saw his father's face clearly, he was shocked.
One of Cheng Yaojin's eyes had turned blood red, and the pupil in the middle was emitting a dark green light.
Just like the eyes of a ghost.
"I'm fine." Cheng Yaojin was panting heavily. He seemed to have recovered, but his face was full of excitement. "So that's how it is. So this is the technique bestowed by the Immortal Monarch."
He raised his right hand and slapped the ground.
Streaks of frost were visible to the naked eye.
The chill was even more piercing than before.
Everyone cried out in surprise.
Obviously.
Cheng Yaojin had become a real ghost controller.
Not only could he control the ghost to fight, but he could also attach the ghost's power to his body. He had all kinds of magical powers.
However, the price was also very obvious.
Cheng Yaojin suddenly felt a little dizzy.
He had just been sucked by the evil ghost a lot of blood and Qi. Now that he had sealed the evil ghost in his body, he needed to feed it with blood and Qi at all times.
At this moment, with a thought, the evil ghost returned to the seal. The black fog and blood eyes also receded like the tide. Then he sat on the ground and gasped for breath.
"Father, are you okay?" Cheng Chumo couldn't help but ask, "Why do I feel that father has lost a lot of weight?"
"Huu, huu, I already said that I'm okay. This evil ghost's strength is really strong. I feel that it's stronger than your mother." Cheng Yaojin said unscrupulously. He was obviously very excited.
He could already clearly feel the ghost's existence.
The technique bestowed by the Immortal Monarch was really magical.
Cheng Chumo's face was full of black lines, but he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Father, can you really control that ghost just now?"
Not only him, but the others also felt the same.
"How can it be fake?" Cheng Yaojin raised his hand.
In an instant, a small cloud of black fog appeared on the back of his hand. The evil ghost's ferocious face appeared from it, letting out a hair-raising howl. The group of people was so scared that they all retreated.
But Cheng Chumo was not scared. Instead, his face was full of envy.
This kind of method was really cool.
Who had this thing?
Among the children of the nobles in Chang 'an City, he must be the most domineering person. Especially when he showed such a skill in a fight, who wouldn't be scared to death?
"Lord, Lord Cheng, it's better to quickly put this evil ghost away." Wu Shijun finally had the courage to come over. Looking at the evil ghost, he couldn't help but feel sad.
"So it's Governor Wu." Cheng Yaojin looked at Wu Shijun and approached with a smile. "The evil ghost has been subdued. Why does Governor Wu still have such an expression?"
"Although the evil ghost has been vanquished, my two sons …" Wu Shijun's face was full of sorrow.
"I see." Realization dawned on Cheng Yaojin, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
This daughter of the Wu Family was protected by the Immortal Lord's memorial tablet, but two of her sons had already died. Even if he had a bunch of sons, they would not be able to withstand the cruelty of this evil ghost.
The world had finally settled down for a few years, but now it was going to experience a great change.
"My condolences, Governor Wu." Cheng Yaojin finally patted Wu Shijun's shoulder and sighed.
"Thank you for your help, Lord Cheng." Wu Shijun was also a little touched. He only felt that this Cheng Yaojin might not be as bad as the rumors in the imperial court said.
"It's fine, it's fine. The Immortal Lord gave me the method so that I could catch the evil ghost." Cheng Yaojin's face was full of righteousness, and then he came closer. "However, Governor Wu, my condolences. You don't have to worry too much. There's still a chance for you to continue the family line if you work hard. If you're really powerless, I have a prescription here that will definitely be useful. Listen well, I won't tell the average person …"
Wu Shijun's face alternated between red and white. He was completely stunned.
But in the end.
He still did not interrupt Cheng Yaojin's "prescription".
Cheng Yaojin and the others at the side all covered their faces and turned their heads.
The young Wu Zetian naturally did not understand the adults' words. She hugged the wooden tablet tightly to her chest and looked up at the distant Immortal Palace that was still emitting a gentle light. Vaguely, she seemed to see two figures at the front of the Immortal Palace.
She could not help but reach out her small hands and rub her eyes.
But when she looked again, it was as if there was nothing.
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