Ling Xian calm down!

Is there any way to save the day, or even fight back?

There was not much time left for him.

Although the shopkeeper ghost walked slowly, his expression became solemn, his right hand was slightly raised, and in the palm of his hand, even a short sword appeared.

Spiritual Weapon!

Ling Xian's eyes shrunk.

But then, there was a slight sigh of relief.

The other party held the spirit weapon in his hand, instead of using the exorcism technique, and used the flying sword supernatural power, it seems that this shopkeeper should not be a ghost thing above the sixth layer of qi refining, with his own strength, he may not have a chance to fight.

Ling Xian's confidence couldn't help but recover a lot.

But he didn't act rashly.

Ling Xian noticed that there were some gaps not only where the two cabinet doors were closed, but also under the cabinet doors.

With a move in his heart, Ling Xian quietly took out a few thorny seeds and threw them out through the gap under the cabinet door.

This action was very small, and although the ghost was concentrated, it didn't find anything wrong because of the flat head raised.

After doing all this, Ling Xian slowly squatted down again.

The shopkeeper ghost is no longer more than a foot away from the cabinet door at this moment.

He suddenly shouted loudly, and threw the short sword in his hand towards the cabinet.

It wasn't an exorcism, but the dagger still turned into a flying rainbow, blasting a large hole in the cabinet door, and then hitting the wall behind it, and a loud bang rang into the ears.

But Ling Xian didn't have time to turn his head, because the powerful ghost had already pounced viciously.

Fortunately, Ling Xian squatted down very smartly just now, otherwise, with the earth-shattering blow of the other party just now, most of his small life would have been explained here.

Fighting wits is not fighting!

If he was standing, most of them would have been pierced through his chest, but who would have thought that in the face of such a crisis, Ling Xian would actually squat down.

After all, if you squat, it will be difficult to fight back, and the movement will be more than a beat slower.

The blow missed, and the ghost's expression was obviously a little stunned, and at this time, he had already pounced near the cabinet door.

Although he abandoned his weapon, with the sound of "click" reaching his ears, his hands turned into ghost claws, and his nails were more than half a foot long, which looked sharper than ordinary swords.

He was about to bend down to attack Ling Xian, but at this moment, a mutation protruded.

With a "bang" sound in his ears, several thorn seeds under his feet grew wildly.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it enveloped the ghost.

Who let him step into the trap?

Otherwise, the ordinary winding technique may not have any effect on the Yin Soul Evil Ghost of this level.

Now he was tightly entangled.

The ghost creature was extremely angry and struggled desperately, but this time, Ling Xian used Iron Thorn, which had no additional damage effect, but it was extremely tough.

In addition, the other party was entangled by several pieces, and it was not appropriate to struggle for a while.

However, the powerful ghost qi that erupted from this guy's body still made Ling Xian dumbfounded, and that strength was almost equivalent to that of a seventh-order Qi refining immortal cultivator.

Why didn't the other party use flying swordsmanship just now?

Lin Xuan was terrified in his heart, if he hadn't thrown the short sword spirit weapon just now, but used the exorcism technique to control it, how could he still have half a chance to survive?

Wouldn't it?

Or is it a ghost that can't drive away the monk's spiritual weapon?

There were many possibilities, and Ling Xian naturally didn't have time to explore, although the Iron Thorn was strong, many of them began to break off when they were defeated by the powerful tearing of the ghost things of the seventh order of Qi refining.

Without further ado!

Ling Xian raised his hand and released a fireball.

Through the gap in the thorns, the opponent's head was concentrated, but the effect only made the ghost in front of him more angry.

As for the lethality, it is not worth mentioning, the seventh-order evil ghost really has a strong defense.

Ling Xian felt a little palpitating.

But the action was not ambiguous, not only the sword treasure was released, but even the ghost charm was taken out together.

With his movements, the gray-white rune paper spontaneously combusted without wind, and then a grimace appeared in the air.

"Kill this guy!"

Ling Xian pulled through his mind and sent out an order with his divine sense.

Before the words fell, the grimace roared obediently, opened its bloody mouth, and spewed out a golden pillar of light, and then turned into a shocking rainbow, like a flying sword, slashing down at the enemy.

Of course, Ling Xian did the same thing.

So under the combination of the rune sword and the golden qi sword, the shopkeeper demon couldn't move again, and of course there was no suspense in the result.

With the sound of screams reaching his ears, after being slashed by dozens of swords in a row, he fell!

Boom!

When the evil ghost turned into a cloud of black gas and disappeared, a treasure actually burst out on the spot.

It's a wooden box...... No, it should be a jade box.

Ling Xian is no longer able to complain, this is not a game, killing monsters and dropping treasures!

Of course, Ling Xian would not let it go, and picked it up happily.

Then he turned his head again, and saw that the cabinet he was hiding just now had been completely destroyed, and what was even more terrifying was that the wall behind the cabinet had been blasted out of a large hole with a diameter of about a zhang.

If it weren't for Ling Xian's luck, squatting down early, the consequences would be unimaginable.

It was a fluke to win this battle, the shopkeeper was actually a ghost of the seventh order of qi refining, and his strength could be said to be no problem in crushing Ling Xian.

If it weren't for the other party's carelessness......

If it weren't for Ling Xian squatting down......

If it weren't for the fact that the trap was wonderfully arranged, and the other party couldn't drive the spiritual weapon.

Even if any of these four conditions were not met, now Ling Xian would have died.

He didn't know if he was lucky or smart enough.

Although Ling Xian won now, thinking about the whole process, he was still afraid.

You must leave this place as soon as possible, otherwise there will be such a big movement, if there is another ghost thing that is as powerful as the shopkeeper, or even a little worse than the shopkeeper, I am afraid that I will give my little life here.

Of course, before leaving, Ling Xian did not forget to pull the short sword from the wall.

This is a spiritual weapon, although he can't use it for the time being, but how can he miss such a treasure, Ling Xian happily put it in the storage bag.

Then Ling Xian didn't dare to delay, and left the Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion as fast as he could.

"Whew!"

Breathing a sigh of relief, the scene just now was really heart-wrenching, and Ling Xian didn't dare to continue looking for treasures, but found a relatively safe place nearby, meditated cross-legged, closed his eyes and breathed, and after half an hour, he completely recovered the mana consumed some time ago.

After that, Ling Xian didn't wander around anymore, but calmed down and sensed the mana imprint he had quietly planted.

His divine sense was still too weak, but if he had his own mana to guide him, he could observe a much farther distance, and then Ling Xian felt that the mark he had made began to move like the center of the city.

The man in brocade, worthy of being a door-to-door messenger, although his mana was now lost, he still escaped and approached the center of the city.