Ge Yu knew that even if he used the methods of using the Seven Swords of Fire Li, he would not be able to do anything to the Ghost Uncle Beiming. This person's cultivation is stronger, and he is even more fierce than the true Hongming of the ghost refining hall. He must use more powerful means to shock him.
At that moment, while the seven swords of Fire Li were hitting the Beiming Ghost Uncle one after another, Ge Yu quickly pinched several complicated hand decisions again, and shouted loudly: "Lingbao Tianzun, comfort his body, disciple's soul, five internal organs, blue dragon and white tiger, confrontation, Zhuque Xuanwu, guard me... as urgent as the law order..."
Maoshan God’s Fighting Technique!
With no choice, Ge Yu had to use the most relied on practice method so far, which is the world-famous Maoshan Divine Skill.
Those seven small swords could not delay the Beiming Ghost Uncle for no reason. Ge Yu had to activate this supreme method as quickly as possible so that he could turn defeat into victory.
The situation is in danger now. As long as you die, everyone you bring today will die.
When Ge Yu activated the spell of Maoshan Divine Strike, the surrounding Qi field rolled endlessly, and suddenly, a white light suddenly flew from a distance and fell directly on Ge Yu's body, and directly drilled into his body from Ge Yu's heavenly spirit.
But when Ge Yu's body shook slightly, a golden light flashed across his eyes, and Ge Yu's spiritual consciousness was instantly suppressed into the spiritual platform.
This is a very familiar Taoist aura. Ge Yu felt that it was very familiar. Before he could understand what was going on, his spiritual consciousness had already arrived at the spiritual platform and could no longer control his body.
Ge Yu couldn't tell the truth, what kind of powerful spiritual consciousness came to him this time.
After using this Maoshan Divine Skill, Ge Yu's body would be exhausted for a long time, but Ge Yu felt that every time he used the Maoshan Divine Skill, he would grow rapidly.
What Ge Yu was most worried about was that if he couldn't invite any very powerful spiritual sense and could not suppress this Beiming Ghost Uncle, it would be even more miserable, and he would definitely die without a place to bury him.
Just when that powerful spiritual sense came upon Ge Yu, the Beiming Ghost Uncle had already swept all the Fire Li Swords that burst out from Ge Yu's Maoshan Seven Star Sword.
When the Beiming Ghost Uncle slowly walked towards Ge Yu with his two swords that were hiding the Nine Netherworld Fire, he suddenly felt an indescribable strangeness from Ge Yu.
At this time, Ge Yu was wearing a dress without wind, and his energy was very strong, especially his eyes, which were firm and deep, as clear as the eyes of a newborn.
This is a pair of eyes that only top experts can have.
At seven or eight steps away from Ge Yu, the Beiming Ghost Uncle stopped, squinted his eyes and looked at Ge Yu, and after a while, he said: "You are not the person just now. I know that Maoshan has a very profound magic called Maoshan Divine Strike, which can bring powerful consciousness to himself. He has successfully hired God now, right?"
"Yes, this kid did invite me over." Ge Yu suddenly spoke.
But at this moment it was not Ge Yu who was talking, but the powerful consciousness possessed by his body was talking.
Although the voice was from Ge Yu, Ge Yu felt that the tone of speaking was particularly familiar with Ge Yu.
Very familiar.
At that moment, Ge Yu was extremely excited.
"I don't care who you are, don't meddle in other people's business. My Beiming Ghost Uncle killed countless people, and there are many ghosts. Do you see these two swords in my hand? The Nine Netherworld Fire is burning on it. If you don't want to lose your soul, get out of here quickly. I will only give you one chance!" Beiming Ghost Uncle threatened.
"Haha... So what about Jiuyou Minghuo? Do you think I will be afraid? Now I will give you a chance, get out now, I can give you a way out." The powerful spiritual sense chuckled.
"Who are you?" Uncle Beiming Ghost was furious, and the two swords in his hand suddenly hit, and the burning Nine Netherworld Fire became even more intense.
"The person you are going to kill is my disciple. I am this kid's master. It is natural for me to invite my master over. Can I still be saved if I die?" The powerful spiritual consciousness said again.
"You...you...you...you are Zhenren Chenyuan?" Uncle Beiming's body began to tremble in fear.
"Yes, I am the one who is in the world, are you afraid?" The powerful spiritual sense said with a faint smile as light as the wind.
At this time, Ge Yu's spiritual consciousness was forced to the spiritual platform. When Ge Yu heard the powerful spiritual consciousness say it was his master, Ge Yu was extremely excited. As soon as this spiritual consciousness came to him, Ge Yu felt a little familiar and thought it was the ancestor who went first in Maoshan. However, Ge Yu never expected 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 descend that spiritual consciousness on himself through Maoshan divine fighting technique.
So, Master is dead?
Ge Yu couldn't accept it, and he didn't believe that his master was dead even if he beat him to death.
Ge Yu's spiritual sense, who was forced to the spiritual platform, shouted loudly, and tried his best to communicate with the spiritual sense in his body. He asked him if he was his master and why he used Maoshan divine fighting technique to invite him over.
But at this moment, Ge Yu couldn't help it. No matter how hard he struggled, the powerful spiritual consciousness could seal his consciousness in the spiritual platform. Moreover, the other party had no intention of communicating with him. No matter what Ge Yu said, the other party would not say a word.
At this time, the ghost uncle from Beiming didn't believe it very much, and gasped heavily and said, "This... this is impossible... Zhenren Chenyuan is still alive... A year ago, I heard that he returned to Maoshan, and it was so good that he could not die... You are definitely not Zhenren Chenyuan."
"Is it Zhenyuan Zhenren? You'll know if you try my methods?" As he said that, Ge Yu smiled slightly, shook the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword in his hand, and the seven small swords scattered around flew back to the main sword at the same time. The seven small swords on it collided with each other, jingling and vicious.
Uncle Beiming was already a little scared at this time. If the spiritual consciousness of Zhenyuan really descended on Ge Yu, then he would really not be able to deal with it. Who is Chenyuan really?
The head of Maoshan, a person in his 100-year-old, has a great cultivation level and is the top master today.
With these methods, I can't get through a few tricks under the hands of Zhenren Chen.
Chapter completed!