This sudden change is beyond everyone's imagination.

In mid-air, the scene of demons dancing wildly and ten thousand ghosts howling together is like a Shura hell.

Many of the big names in the collecting world were frightened, their legs were weak, and they sat on the chair with their butts in their arms, unable to move, and did not even have the strength to escape.

And those monks in the magic world, with solemn expressions on their faces, took out the magic weapons they carried with them and protected them on their chests, as if they were facing a great enemy.

No one could have imagined that the bronze tripod, which used to reveal the aura of the Great Dao, has now become ghostly.

"Whew!Whew!"

The next moment, the eyes of many powerhouses in the field were like sharp swords out of their sheaths, stabbing straight at Sima Shuo, as if they wanted to see through his soul.

Sima Shuo's face changed instantly, no longer the gentle and elegant appearance before, although the facial features did not change, but there was a lust between the eyebrows, as if the demon king was born, showing his fangs.

He turned his head and glared at Ye Fan, his face was hideous, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Stinky boy, it's all your good thing to spoil me!"

As soon as the words fell, Sima Shuo pointed in the air and pointed at Ye Fan's eyebrows.

Those resentful ghosts in the air, as if they had received an order, let out bursts of piercing howls, and rushed towards Ye Fan with their teeth and claws.

Seeing this, Ye Fan showed disdain on his face, and was about to suppress him by thunderous means.

Who knew that at this time, Guo Zhenren was running his body, rushing to the front like a lightning speed, and swept the dust in his hand gently.

"Huh!"

A bright white light shot out, and everywhere they passed, those resentful ghosts seemed to have encountered natural enemies, and they retreated one after another, shrinking around the bronze tripod.

Dust is a unique magic weapon of Taoism, which has the meaning of brushing away the dust edge and is extraordinary, and it is also a thing that Taoist masters carry with them when they travel.

As the saying goes, "If you hold a whisk in your hand, you are not mortal." ”

The dust whisk in Guo Zhenren's hand is the treasure of the Maoshan faction - Taiyi whisk dust, sweeping thousands of armies, turning things around, and has an extraordinary effect on evil things.

......

At this moment, Guo Zhenren's eyes were like electricity, his robe was windless, and the breath of the strong man came out of his body, and he said loudly:

"Sima Shuo, you actually used such vicious means to assassinate the poor Dao! Is there any grudge entanglement between you and me?"

In fact, Guo Zhenren's heart was also afraid for a while.

Just now, he really didn't see the strangeness in the bronze tripod, and was completely confused by the trick.

If it weren't for Ye Fan's presence, I'm afraid he would have to pay a sky-high price of five billion Huaxia coins to bring this evil magic weapon back.

When the time comes, not only will you lose money in vain, but you will also worry about your life, which can be said to have lost your wife and soldiers!

On the other side, Sima Shuo's eyes bloomed with a gloomy light, staring at Guo Zhenren, eager to devour him alive.

"Guo Zhenren, do you still remember the bloody case that happened in Yungang Village forty years ago?!" Sima Shuo's voice was hoarse and gloomy, like the friction between metals.

When Guo Zhenren heard this, his face changed greatly, and he said in disbelief: "Could it be ...... You are the remnant of the Ghost King Sect?!"

But the next moment, Guo Zhenren shook his head violently again: "No! It can't be! All the demons of the Ghost King Sect have been killed by Poor Dao and several senior brothers, and none of them are alive!"

"Who says there is no one alive?"

Sima Shuo gritted his teeth and said: "Forty years ago, I was in the sect! I was only five years old that year, my body was small, and my father hid me in a large vase in the wing room, and I escaped! However, in the vase, even if I couldn't see the scene outside, the sound of fighting and screaming frantically poured into my ears! Over the years, I couldn't sleep every night, and that nightmarish scene would come to my mind!"

"Who the hell are you?!" Guo Zhenren shouted angrily.

"My father is the sect master of the Ghost King Sect back then-Sima Xing! Today, I am here to avenge your father's murder!" Sima Shuo's words contained unforgettable hatred.

As he spoke, an unprecedented momentum erupted from his body.

The black mist in the bronze tripod next to him also swelled suddenly, filling most of the conference room.

The devil is full of spirits, and the magic is surging!

This powerful aura, even compared to Guo Zhenren, is not much better.

Guo Zhenren's face showed a dignified look for the first time, and he said in a deep voice:

"Sima Shuo, your father fell into the devil's path and killed innocents indiscriminately, and hundreds of innocent beings died at his hands! Poor Dao killed him, he was doing the right thing for heaven, and he had no shame! You are still young and have unlimited possibilities, so why should you be blinded by hatred and repeat the mistakes of the past? The sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore!"

Guo Zhenren's voice, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, sounded in the ears of everyone in the audience, and it had a power to cleanse people's hearts, and seemed to be able to dissipate all the anger in the world.

However, Sima Shuo was completely unmoved, sneered, and said disdainfully:

"Bullnose old man, I have endured for more than 40 years, and after a lot of hardships, I found a chance for revenge, how can I give up because of a few nonsense words from you? The meaning of my life is for revenge!"

"To tell you the truth, this bronze tripod is indeed the green tripod in the Kyushu tripod, but I used the supreme magic power of the Ghost King Sect to turn it into a magic weapon and use it to raise powerful ghosts!"

"Originally, I wanted this bronze tripod to slowly eat away at your essence and blood, so that you would die of pain, decay of heaven and man, and torture!

......

As soon as the words fell, Sima Shuo directly bit his fingertips and dropped a drop of red blood on the bronze tripod.

"Huh!"

The next moment, a demonic red glow bloomed on the bronze tripod.

The resentful ghosts around him also seemed to be stimulated, and they instantly expanded, doubling in size compared to before, becoming more fierce and brutal, as fast as thunder, rushing towards Guo Zhenren.

"Bold!"

Guo Zhenren shouted: "Charm and ghost, the evil demon is crooked, and he dares to be presumptuous in front of this real person?!"

As he spoke, he took out more than a dozen yellow talismans from his robe, directly injecting the vast internal energy into it.

Immediately after, those yellow talismans floated in mid-air, burning with confidence, and many ghost talismans that ordinary people couldn't understand flew out.

Fire Cloud Mantra, Purple Shadow Mantra, Blue Shadow Mantra, Vajra Mantra, Demon Descent Mantra......

All kinds of Maoshan Taoism techniques appeared in the fighting room.

Generally speaking, the monk's spells, although extremely powerful, require time to cast and channel the energy between heaven and earth, which can be as short as a few seconds or as long as a few days.

In the process, if you are interrupted or approached by the enemy, the consequences are unimaginable.

In order to make up for this shortcoming, some predecessors created talismans, and wrote spells into the yellow talisman in a special way, and when the spell in the yellow talisman was triggered in a crisis, it could be released instantly.

Of course, this kind of talisman is extremely precious, and ordinary people get one, and they all regard it as a treasure.

More than ten were thrown out in an instant, if it weren't for Guo Zhenren being the head of Maoshan, I am afraid there would be no such big deal.

"Boom!

For a moment, there was a sonic boom in the conference room.

Colorful spells, like a wild bombardment.

In a short time, the resentful ghosts in the air were blown away, as if they had never appeared.

On the other side, Sima Shuo's face turned pale, and his figure shook.

These resentful ghosts were fed by his essence and blood, and under the induction of qi, he was obviously injured a lot.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed:

"Maoshan Taoism, it's really extraordinary!"

"It is worthy of Guo Zhenren, the Tao is mysterious, and it is enough to subdue demons and subdue demons as soon as he makes a move!"

"Hmph! This Sima Shuo actually calculated on Guo Zhenren's body, it is simply a fool's dream and whimsy!"

......

Hearing everyone's compliments, Guo Zhenren did not slack off, his sharp eyes stabbed straight at Sima Shuo, and scolded: "The remnants of the Demon Gate, don't hurry up and ambush you! Otherwise, don't blame the real people for being ruthless, and you will be blown to pieces, and your bones will be gone!"

"Aha......"

When Sima Shuo heard this, instead of showing any timidity, he let out a burst of rampant laughter and continued: "Guo Yunchen, since I have the courage to take revenge on you, how can I not make a complete plan?"

As soon as these words came out, Guo Zhenren's heart was shocked, and he had a strong sense of foreboding, and his hairs stood up.

But before he could react, Sima Shuo actually took out a dagger and forcibly cut the major artery on his wrist.

"Bang, la, la!"

The warm red blood, gushing out like a fountain, all dripped on the bronze tripod, and the amount of bleeding was terrifying.

Then, something strange happened.

In the bronze tripod, there seems to be an invisible giant mouth, greedily devouring the blood and feeding on it.

"Boom!"

The next moment, the monstrous demonic qi was like a volcanic eruption, surging day by day, instantly filling the huge conference room, and even spreading outward, as if it was about to devour heaven and earth.

Sima Shuo stared at Guo Zhenren, the flame of revenge burned in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"The road is one foot high, the magic is one foot high! Guo Yunchen, go and die! Not only you, but everyone in the venue will give you a funeral!"