Originally, I thought that the true king's lei would be blocked by his black mist like the previous sky thunder, but what surprised me was that the red true king's lei ignored the existence of the black mist and went directly through it.
It hit Yang Feng straight on the head.
This was good, the head of the resentful spirit that Yang Feng had left exploded like a watermelon, and then its body began to slowly disappear.
In about three or four seconds, the body of the resentful spirit also disappeared.
Gone.
A dramatic scene appeared.
The resentful spirit, which had been struck by thousands of thunderbolts, seemed to be unharmed, but the True King Chilei easily killed it with one strike.
This made my eyes almost pop out of my head in shock.
If I had known this earlier, why would I have bothered so much?
I shook my head helplessly, and then walked to the side of Zhenwang Chilei.
I bowed respectfully towards it, and then shouted softly: Farewell to the True King of Jingzhong.
The red lightning circled around me as a response to me, and then disappeared in an instant before my eyes.
Hey, Yang Feng is frustrated this time, I'm afraid he will be very angry.
In any case, today's matter is over.
I don't know what the situation of the students on the playground is like, and I don't know if anyone died.
If it really does happen, there is nothing that can be done about it.
There is a certain destiny.
Although I can be counted as a variable, my power is limited and I cannot care about the safety of so many students.
Forget it, let's go down and see the situation after the soul returns to its body.
I hope no one can survive this disaster.
Then again, it seems that the reason for all this is just me.
If someone doesn't survive this disaster, I don't know if the judge will blame me.
I floated to my physical body.
Anyway, Yang Feng is not here now.
I am too lazy to recite any more spells and prepare to get directly into my physical body.
"Jiejiejiejie" A weird laughter suddenly appeared from behind me.
I was suddenly stunned.
What was going on?
Could it be that the resentful spirit controlled by Yang Feng had not been eliminated?
But what's going on with this laughter?
I turned around suddenly, and the resentful spirit that had been turned into ashes by the True King's thunder reappeared where it had just stood.
"Why are you still alive?"
I asked with some confusion.
"I have always lived well.
How could I die if you don't die?"
Yang Feng said with unusual ease, as if the person who was hacked just now was not the resentful spirit he controlled, but a piece of trash that had nothing to do with him.
"I'm talking about the resentful spirit you control."
"Oh, this, as long as I am willing, I can resurrect any resentful spirit at any time."
Yang Feng still said it extremely easily, as if it was such a simple matter to resurrect the vanished resentful spirit.
By the way, Yang Feng's father, the security guard, said before this sentence that as long as there are enough resentful spirits, he can resurrect any resentful spirit countless times.
It seems that this is also some kind of spell in the ghost raising curse.
Bar.
This is good, I think it is obviously impossible for the soul to return to the body, because Yang Feng obviously will not let me get what I want.
It is obviously impossible to invite the True King of Jingzhong again.
It seems that only this kind of spell is a special spell and can only be used once a month.
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I have also tried to summon it for the second time in a month, but in the end It ended in failure.
"Did you learn the ghost-raising spell from your father?
Then again, you have hidden it well enough.
I have been with you for so long and I didn't even find out that you practiced evil arts."
If it is really as I said.
If he wanted to, Yang Feng could compete with Wang Duo.
The two of them were really calm in their hearts, and they wouldn't even let out a single flaw.
"If I had practiced before, I would be the king of the world now.
It's a pity that I only started practicing after my father was sent to the underworld by you."
Yang Feng's answer really surprised me.
The security guard started practicing after he was brought into the underworld.
The speed of his practice was also outrageous.
By the way, it seems that Yang Feng mentioned last time that he lived an inhuman life every day, which may have something to do with the environment in which he practiced.
However, his goal is to become the king of the world.
This ambition is too great.
If I had half of his ambition, I am afraid that my relatives would be able to enjoy happiness in the city by now.
But I don't have that kind of ambition.
My goal is to study hard step by step.
When I am successful in the future, I will bring all my relatives to the city to enjoy the blessings, so that they can escape from the poor valley where chickens can't lay eggs and birds can't shit.
Get out of the ditch.
"Do you think you have a high chance of becoming the king of the world?
Don't forget, you are just a small practitioner of evil arts, let alone our Maoshan disciples, even those who have practiced evil arts like you No one will let you go."
I sneered at Yang Feng's ambition.
Although he can practice very quickly, with his current ability, I'm afraid he won't even be able to catch a single move from my master and uncle.
It's just a pretense in front of me.
"Everything is possible.
Maybe I can't do it now.
What about ten years from now?
A hundred years from now?
A thousand?"
Yang Feng sneered and said.
When he said a thousand, he stopped, as if he realized that he couldn't live.
So many years.
"Hahahahaha, a thousand years, do you think you are a turtle that can live for that long?
I'm sorry, if it were you, you could live for so many years.
After all, you are a dead turtle with a shrunken head."
I listened to Yang Feng's words, haha He laughed.
It was not easy to find some mistakes from him.
It seemed that after being with him for so long, this was the first time I saw him say something wrong.
"Laugh, let's see how long you can keep laughing."
Yang Feng said through gritted teeth.
At this moment, all his hatred for me was written on his face.
Although his voice was still cold, the meaning in his words was The hatred is still very obvious.
"I just laughed, what can you do to me and tie me up with that crow silk?
Don't forget, your crow silk can tie up my soul, but it can't tie up my mouth."
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I said towards me.
Yang Feng raised his eyebrows, because I had already understood that his black mist could not block my mouth, so that it would not delay me from reciting the spell.
Yang Feng did not speak, only the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then he began to recite an unknown spell.
As he recited the mantra, the black mist gradually increased.
It was just a faint trace just now, but now it has become more than ten times as thick as before, and it is extremely strong: