Ge Yu knew that even if he resorted to the Seven Swords of Huoli, he would not be able to do anything to Uncle Beiming. This person's cultivation was powerful, and he was a bit more fierce than the original Hongming Master of the Ghost Refining Hall. He must

Only by using more powerful means can they be frightened.

At that moment, Ge Yu took advantage of the Seven Huoli Swords to hit Uncle Beiming one after another, and quickly performed a few complicated tricks again, and shouted loudly: "Lingbao Tianzun, comfort your body,

Disciple's soul, five internal organs Xuan Ming, blue dragon and white tiger, various battles, Suzaku Xuanwu, guard me... urgently like the law..."

Maoshan Divine Fighting Technique!

Under the last resort, Ge Yu had no choice but to use the practice method he relied on most so far, which was the world-famous Maoshan Divine Fighting Technique.

Those seven small swords couldn't delay Uncle Beiming for much longer. Ge Yu had to activate this supreme method as quickly as possible, so that he could turn defeat into victory.

The current situation is precarious. If I die, everyone I brought today will die.

When Ge Yu activated the spell of the Maoshan God's Fighting Technique, the surrounding Qi field rolled endlessly and was vast. Suddenly, a white light suddenly flew from a distance and fell directly on Ge Yu's body.

, the heavenly spirit from Ge Yu directly penetrated into his body.

However, Ge Yu's body trembled slightly, his eyes flashed with a golden light, and Ge Yu's consciousness was instantly suppressed into the spiritual platform.

This was a very familiar Taoist aura. Ge Yu felt it was very familiar. Before he understood what was going on, his consciousness had already reached the spiritual platform and he could no longer control his body.

Ge Yu was also not sure what kind of powerful spiritual consciousness had descended on him this time.

Ge Yu's body would collapse for a long time after every use of the Maoshan God's Fighting Technique, but Ge Yu felt that every time he used the Maoshan God's Fighting Technique, he would grow rapidly.

What Ge Yu is most worried about is that if he can't invite some very powerful spiritual consciousness to suppress this Beiming ghost uncle, it will be even worse, and he will definitely die without a burial place.

Just as that powerful ray of spiritual consciousness descended on Ge Yu, Uncle Beiming had already swung away all the Seven Fire Swords that shot out from Ge Yu's Maoshan Seven Star Sword.

When Uncle Beiming walked slowly toward Ge Yu with his double swords braving the Nine Netherworld Fire, he suddenly felt an indescribable strangeness from Ge Yu's body.

At this time, Ge Yu's clothes were not bulging in the wind, and his energy and energy were very strong, especially his eyes, which were resolute and deep, as clear as the eyes of a newborn.

This is a pair of eyes that only top masters can have.

Seven or eight steps away from Ge Yu, Uncle Beiming stopped and looked at Ge Yu with squinted eyes. After a while, he said: "You are not the person just now. I know that Maoshan has a very deep feeling."

His technique is called Maoshan Divine Fighting Technique, which can bring powerful consciousness to oneself. Has he successfully summoned the gods now?"

"Yes, this guy did invite me over." Ge Yu suddenly said.

But it was not Ge Yu who was speaking at this moment, but the powerful consciousness that possessed his body.

Although the voice belonged to Ge Yu, the tone of his voice felt particularly familiar to Ge Yu.

Very, very familiar.

At that moment, Ge Yu felt extremely excited.

"I don't care who you are, don't meddle in other people's business. My Uncle Beiming has killed countless people, including many ghosts. Can you see these two swords in my hands? What is burning on them is the Nine Netherworld Fire. If you don't want to lose your soul,

Get out of here, I'll only give you one chance!" Uncle Beiming threatened.

"Haha... So what about the Nine Netherworld Fire? Do you think I will be afraid of this poor man? Now I will give you a chance, get out now, I can give you a way to survive." The powerful divine consciousness chuckled.

"Who are you!?" Beiming Ghost Uncle was angry, and the two swords in his hands suddenly hit each other, and the Nine Netherworld Fire burning on them became more intense.

"The person you want to kill is my disciple. I am this boy's master. It is only natural that the disciple invites the master to come over. How can I still resist saving him?" The powerful spiritual consciousness said again.

"You...you...are you Chenyuan Zhenren?" Uncle Beiming was so frightened that his body began to tremble.

"Yes, the poor Taoist is the fate of the world, are you afraid?" The powerful spiritual consciousness smiled as calmly as the breeze.

At this time, Ge Yu's spiritual consciousness was forced to the spiritual platform. When he heard that powerful spiritual consciousness said that he was his master, Ge Yu felt extremely excited. As soon as this spiritual consciousness came to him, Ge Yu felt that

He was somewhat familiar with it, and he thought it was the ancestor from Maoshan who went first, but Ge Yu never thought that this powerful spiritual consciousness was his master.

How is this possible?

Only when a person dies and becomes a ghost cultivator can Ge Yu use the Maoshan Divine Fighting Technique to bring that divine consciousness to his body.

So, the master is dead?

Ge Yu couldn't accept it, and even if he killed himself, he wouldn't believe that his master was dead.

Ge Yu's spiritual consciousness, which was suppressed on the spiritual platform, shouted loudly and tried his best to communicate with this spiritual consciousness in his body, asking him if he was his master and why he would kill his old man by using the Maoshan Divine Fighting Technique.

I invited him over.

It's just that Ge Yu couldn't help himself at this moment. No matter how hard he struggled, the powerful consciousness could seal his consciousness in the spiritual platform, and the other party had no intention of communicating with him. No matter what Ge Yu said, the other party would

All without saying a word.

At this time, Uncle Beiming didn't quite believe it, and he gasped heavily: "This... this is impossible... Master Chenyuan is still alive... A year ago, I heard that he returned to Maoshan and was fine.

There's no way he's dead...You're definitely not Chenyuan Zhenren."

"Wouldn't you know if you are Master Chen Yuan if you try my method?" As he said this, Ge Yu smiled slightly and shook the Maoshan Seven Star Sword in his hand, and the seven small swords scattered around flew back at the same time.

On top of the main sword, the seven small swords on it collided with each other, making a clanking sound and filled with evil energy.

Uncle Beiming was already a little scared at this time. If the spiritual consciousness of real Chenyuan really came to Ge Yu, then he really wouldn't be able to deal with it. Then who really is Chenyuan?

The former headmaster of Maoshan Mountain, a man who was over a hundred years old, had great cultivation, and was now the top master in the world.

With these methods of my own, I couldn't survive even a few moves at the hands of Master Chenyuan.

But Ghost Uncle Beiming then thought again, this is wrong, so what if it’s Master Chenyuan? It’s just a ray of consciousness from Master Chenyuan. He borrowed Ge Yu’s body and couldn’t even use one-fifth of his usual methods.
Chapter completed!