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Chapter 142 The Last Battle! (Fourth! Seeking subscription!)

Inside Han’s Villa.

Houshan ancient well.

In the courtyard underground, Han Sigu’s face suddenly changed, and he opened his eyes instantly and looked towards the lotus pond.

Mrs. Blood, who was standing at the side, was slightly startled: “Master, what’s the matter?”

“Blood River attacked the Yinshui Illusionary Lotus Formation and left the lotus pond…” Han Sigu murmured, “has it finally made a choice?”

Han Sigu’s always stern face couldn’t help but flash a touch of tension.

Did Blood River listen to someone or make a decision on its own… Now, will it come to Gujing to recognize the lord, or will it go to the ancestral hall because of the curse?

There is no doubt that this is a wait for life.

Even with Han Sigu’s Dao heart, I still feel like sitting on pins and needles.

After a stick of incense, the ancient well in Houshan was calm and quiet.

The Blood River Sword did not appear.

The blood on Han Sigu’s face faded clean in an instant, and his face was as gray as death.

He suddenly said: “Prepare for the final battle!”

At the same time, the body’s breath changed, and the blood-colored silk thread piercing through the void was broken one by one.

“Master think twice!” Madam Blood was shocked when he saw this. Han Sigu’s life style is now controlled by the Qisha of the earth veins. Once he breaks away forcibly, his vitality is only a trivial matter. There is no blood river sword to cast, to make up for the gambling agreement, and basically support it. Before long, the life will be broken, and death will disappear!

She hurriedly persuaded, “Now that the situation is unknown, it is better to send someone to Hechi to check it out first.”

Speaking of a backhand move, in the pool in the corner, there was a female sister who had closed her eyes and had lost consciousness. It was Lu Luqian.

This Lu Luqian was originally intended to be used as fertilizer for Guimu, in order to supplement the damage taken by Pei Ling before.

But now it’s the top priority to figure out where the Blood River Sword is going, and I can’t care about Ghost Wood anymore.

Han Sigu shook his head. This cultivator with the eighth level of Qi training in Lulujian district can’t even take the three swords of his life Flying Sword. What can he investigate? Don’t meet the curse ghost on the road when the time comes, just give the other side a puppet for nothing!

He had planned for the worst now, and immediately went out of the well to compete with the curse ghost for the last chance.

Although the Heavenly Dao Foundation Building is now out of the line of life and soul, the Heavenly Dao Foundation Building has failed, and there is no possibility, but it is better than cursing a ghost after refining the Blood River Sword, bringing many puppets to the door and cutting him under the sword. , To take over his Cultivation Base, as well as all the wealth of Guimu, Mrs. Blood, etc.!

If you go at this moment, take advantage of the skill of the curse ghost to completely refine the blood river, fight it on the spot and regain your life Flying Sword and half of the life of the curse ghost, the Foundation Building will certainly fail, but there is still a possibility of survival!

Thinking of this, Han Sigu took out a slap-sized puppet doll from his sleeve, slapped his mouth, took blood and smeared the puppet’s face, and reached for a finger. The bunch of life-saving soul thread originally wrapped around him suddenly wrapped around Lu Green Rose. .

Immediately afterwards, he squeezed Fajue, uttering words… Soon, in the void, countless blood-colored threads stretched out and wrapped around Lu Luqiang’s body.

The few silk threads that were still entangled in Han Sigu’s body, after hesitating for a while, also let go of him and turned to Lu Luqian.

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

“This puppet stand-in method can allow this female cultivator to take my place for a while, so as to hide the curse ghost’s perception, so that he can kill the curse ghost by surprise!” Han Sigu stood up, his breath rose wildly, his robe was no wind, his eyes were full Desperately crazy, “Let’s go!”

Mrs. Blood didn’t dare to say much, she could only follow behind him and step out of the courtyard.

When the two left, Lu Luqian, who was tied up with heavy silk threads behind him, was covered with green silk, and it had begun to quietly turn white.

For a moment, both Han Sigu and Mrs. Blood appeared under the Lifestealer Tree. Although Lu Luqian was a stand-in, his face seemed a bit old at this moment.

The lifestealer tree shook slightly, and the whirling movement between the branches and leaves seemed to be surprised.

Han Sigu didn’t stop at all, but gave a brief command: “Go!”

……Han’s ancestral hall, behind the bead curtain.

In the defeated world, the curse ghost is extremely anxious: “Damn it! Damn it! What brains are these puppets? Why did they miss the kid when they caught the kid back? Is the Blood River Sword already suspecting me now?”

Just a long while ago, Zhang Shuo and others came back beaming to report that the Dao was the obsessed Junior Brother Pei, and he had already come back to punish him.

If it weren’t for the next use of them, the curse ghost could not wait to screw off these people’s heads!

“You all go to Tang Nanzhai!” After a quick thought, cursed the ghost and said coldly, “After you find it, kill him immediately, or bring him to see me.”

No way, since Pei Ling is dead, Tang Nanzhai is its only chance.

Either kill it, so that the blood river sword can’t judge the true or false.

Or just confuse him, so that Tang Nanzhai will bite back and plant the real Han Sigu!

Not long after Zhang Shuo and others took their orders, the curse ghost suddenly shook his whole body and said to himself in horror: “Yin-shui magic lotus array… the blood river has left the lotus pond?! Could Tang Nanzhai dare to betray me?”

Thinking of this, the curse ghost’s heart moved, and the bloody threads all over his body trembled suddenly, as if looking for something through numerous spaces.

Only a moment later, there was a strong resistance.

Cursing the ghost carefully felt it, and his face changed color: “Humanitarian Foundation Building? Damn it! He really did bad things for me!”

A vicious flash flashed in its eyes, and Lin Long and the others, who followed Zhang Shuo to look for Tang Nanzhai, suddenly raised their weapons and slashed towards the opponent.

Ping-pong-pong… After some cannibalism, Lin Long and other white-robed cultivators fell to death on the spot, all with scars and bruises all over!

Zhang Shuo and the other puppets watched with their arms folded, the sleeves of their robes were splattered with blood, but there was no emotional fluctuation in the wooden eyes, and they continued to look for people without saying a word.

“What to do?” The curse ghost was extremely anxious, and under the order of Qisha, it could not leave the ancestral hall at all.

If he doesn’t leave, Han Sigu gets the Blood River Sword, and he will surely refine it through the power of the seven evil spirits of the earth veins, and achieve his own Heavenly Dao Dao Foundation!

Just as the curse ghost was in a dilemma, the world of Ashes was suddenly shaken.

Immediately, a Daoist shadow forcibly squeezed into it, with long hair flying, robe sleeves hunting, and his cold face resembling a curse ghost. It was Han Sigu’s deity who arrived!

The curse ghost is horrified and desperate, and has not yet figured out a countermeasure, Han Sigu has already involuntarily said, and pointed like a sword, a bloody Sword Qi smashed his head!

“Thousands of sentient beings, curse for you forever!” The curse ghost was too late to think, and the whole body shook, and the original form of the curse ghost has been restored.

If you look carefully at these blood characters, they are composed of spiteful faces.

Every face was a dead soul who had been killed by Han Sigu’s sword.

They sneered at Han Sigu, sending out their most vicious curses. These curses were intertwined like a net, and in the dark, their hoods faced Han Sigu.

Han Sigu only felt that his Spirit Power was suffocated, and Cultivation Base plummeted out of thin air.

However, he did not have the slightest panic or accident. After all, he was not the first time he had confronted the curse ghost in these years. At this moment, he continued to point Sword Qi to the curse ghost’s eyebrows, and sneered: “You are the curse of thousands of creatures I have killed in my life. No matter how weird and difficult it is, I can kill your master of many spells once, and I can kill you a hundred times a thousand times…The dead soul at the bottom of the sword is also worthy of a battle?”