Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 747: Sneak Attack

When Yan Ping returned to the mansion, his own ghost servant stepped forward to take off his cloak for him, and the charming ghost princess waited on his left and right, presenting spiritual tea and spiritual fruit.

"Go down!"

Rubbing his temples, he waved his hand impatiently:

"I want to be quiet."

"yes."

The ghost servant and ghost concubine bowed in response, and retreated in sequence.

For a moment, in the huge room, apart from him, there were only two ghost figures standing vacantly and silently at both ends, and there was nothing else.

Picking up the small product of spirit tea, Yan Ping said slowly:

"What has the lord been up to lately?"

"The negotiation between Deputy Palace Master Qin and King Zhao was not going well. The Palace Master had already rushed over the day before yesterday. He should meet with King Zhao in person." A ghost replied:

"Also, there seems to be some progress in the Holy Maiden's exercises."

"Really?" Yan Ping's eyes lit up:

"May the Saintess be allowed to visit?"

"Sent a message, but no reply." Ghost shook his head:

"I'm afraid it won't work."

"What a pity!" Yan Ping sighed softly.

The saint is not very famous now, but she will be the half owner of the ancestral temple in the future, and when there is no one around, it is a good time to cling to her.

When the young dragons are not yet born, it will be of great benefit to the future to be familiar with each other.

However, the hall master personally took care of the holy girl's place, and it was at a critical time of practice, even he did not dare to forcefully disturb her.

"My lord."

At this time, the voice of the ghost servant came from outside the house:

"Horse-faced ghost king, please see me."

"Oh!" Yan Ping raised his eyes, nodded and said:

"Let him in."

Yin Luo smiled lightly:

"It's just in time."

Not long after, a tall and thin ghost with a horse's face walked into the house, and bowed his hands cautiously towards the superior Yan Ping:

"Ma Chengwei, I met General Yan."

Yan Ping stretched out his hand to signal: "Brother Ma, you are welcome, please sit down."

"General." Ma Chengwei did not sit down, slowly raised his head, and said in a low voice:

"Those people from the Ma family..."

"Um."

Hearing this, Yan Ping's expression darkened, he coughed lightly and said:

"Brother Ma, after being tortured by the prison ghosts, the clansmen below you are not honest, and have done a lot of wrong things behind their backs."

"ah!"

Ma Chengwei's complexion changed, and he said anxiously:

"General, I'm afraid there is a misunderstanding. Ma is very strict with his subordinates. Even if there are a few incompetents, the disaster will not be as good as others."

"That's not necessarily the case." Yan Ping shook his head:

"As far as I know, your children and grandchildren have colluded with each other in secret, and even have connections with the ghosts from King Zhao."

"General Mingchao!" Ma Chengwei knelt down on one knee fiercely, his face full of shock and anger:

"Ma's family has never had any contact with rebellion. As for King Zhao's side... it's just an idle ghost known to my younger generations."

"It's not about friendship, it's even more selfless communication!"

"What?" Yan Ping's voice sank:

"Brother Ma thinks that Yan has wronged them?"

"This..." Ma Chengwei's face froze:

"I dare not."

"Don't dare?" Yan Ping snorted coldly:

"So you really think so? It seems that Yan has neglected to discipline the ghosts below, and they should be strictly investigated later."

"No, no." Ma Chengwei hurriedly waved his hands, his face pale:

"Ma definitely didn't think so. General Yan acted fairly. As we all know, maybe... Ma didn't know much about his descendants."

"En." Yan Ping calmed down and nodded:

"That's how it looks."

"It's actually not a big deal."

He put his chin on his hand and said slowly:

"It's all dispensable things, but after careful investigation, the palace master may not let go, which makes it very difficult for Yan."

"..." Ma Chengwei's eyes flickered:

"What orders does the general have, but please be blunt, Mr. Ma has accumulated a lot of things over the years, and he is willing to take out all of them to support the great cause of the palace master."

"What did you say?" Yan Ping rolled his eyes:

"Is the palace master that kind of ghost?"

"but……"

He lowered his head and his voice sank:

"There is just one matter that requires Brother Ma's help. After the matter is completed, the descendants of the Ma family will definitely be released. Yan will never break his promise on this point!"

Hearing this, Ma Chengwei's heart beat wildly, secretly screaming that something was wrong.

However, his own blood is under the control of the opponent, unable to resist, so he gritted his teeth and asked:

"Please tell me, General."

In my heart, I was already prepared to bleed heavily.

Actually.

In the past few years, the situation of Prince Lu's Mansion has changed drastically. Wang Huang entered the realm of King Lu.

Among them, many grievances have indeed been confiscated, but more innocent people have been implicated.

But whoever escaped, which one did not pay the price?

"Non-my family, its heart must be different."

Yan Ping said in a muffled voice:

"Quanzhen Dao Moqiu helped the prince, but he also killed the concubine indiscriminately. It's a lawless one. It's a pity that he can't say much because of his face."

"The master of the palace knows what the prince is thinking, and it is even more impossible to let go of the tens of millions of living people and mortal worlds in the Xuanyou Cave of the Shangqing, so..."

"The one surnamed Mo must be captured!"

"What?" Ma Chengwei's complexion changed wildly:

"To deal with Daoist Mo?"

"What?" Yan Ping raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Brother Ma, are you afraid?"

"General Yan." Ma Chengwei smiled wryly:

"Na Moqiu once beheaded Chu Xiong, the son of King Zhao, who was a middle-rank ghost king, and Lord Luo Heiye, and even killed more than a hundred high-rank dragons with the help of others."

"A few years ago, he broke into the palace alone and killed Concubine Yun in front of all the ghosts, even forcing all the ghosts to dare not do anything."

"Ma..."

"There's nothing you can do!"

Although he is also a middle-level ghost king, Dingtian is almost the same as Lord Luo Heiye, but in fact he is not as strong as Lord Luo Heiye.

How is Mo Qiu's opponent?

"Don't worry." Yan Ping said indifferently:

"In these days, I have seen Mo's attack. His strength is not bad, but at most it is comparable to you and me, except for the secret treasure."

"As long as you don't let him have the opportunity to display the secret treasure and imprison him, you can easily take it."

"this……"

"It's exactly the strength of fellow daoists."

Ma Chengwei's ghost body is extremely special. It is said that it has been passed down to a priest in ancient times. Under certain circumstances, even late ghost king masters can be imprisoned for a while.

Consciously versus unintentionally, and using less to win more, the chances of winning are indeed not small.

Seeing Ma Chengwei pondering and frowning, Yan Ping said directly:

"In a few days, I will arrange for someone surnamed Mo to meet with you. When the time comes, look at me and take him down together."

"rest assured!"

"In addition to you and me, Yan has also found several other ghost kings, and I will let you..."

He was full of ambition and full of confidence, and before he finished speaking, there was a flash of doubt in his eyes, and he seemed to be aware of something in his perception.

wrong!

Opening his eyes, Yan Ping suddenly shouted angrily:

"careful!"

The roar was like thunder, and it exploded in the air.

Layers of shock waves visible to the naked eye shattered the seats in the field instantly, and the surrounding walls turned into powder, but stopped abruptly.

Just like an invisible barrier, it doesn't know when to cover this place and imprison one side.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

There seemed to be tens of thousands of people roaring and roaring in their ears, and the terrifying murderous intent made the void freeze with frost. The two ghost generals were directly eroded by the murderous intent, and the agility in their eyes was wiped out at an astonishing speed. Only a dead silence remained.

"Clatter..."

Before he could do anything, but with the killing intent, the two ghost generals collapsed like rotten trees.

Yan Ping's eyes twitched, his heart felt cold, his body turned suddenly, and countless streams of light as thin as gossamer pierced fiercely towards a certain place behind.

"Peng!"

Killing intent, sword light, and huge force rushed in, Yan Ping's body shook, and black blood spurted out of his mouth.

While the blood was still in the air, it had already been eroded by killing intent, turning into ice crystals and freezing in the air.

Time seemed to stand still on the spot.

Countless snowflake-like ice crystals quietly emerged in the air, a layer of frost appeared on the surface of the ghost body, and countless auras disintegrated colorfully.

In the stagnant time and space, Yan Ping's ghost trembled wildly, suddenly broke through the murderous intent covering all directions, and rushed towards the outer door.

He even yelled:

"Don't beg, if you dare to attack me, aren't you afraid of being punished by the Palace Master?"

A black shadow appeared in the field, it was Mo Qiu with pitch-black eyes, cold complexion, and killing intent all over his body like a god of death.

Without saying a word, he took a light step and appeared behind Yan Ping.

The Baipi Knife trembled slightly, and a smear of darkness enveloped the surroundings.

Ten directions kill the world!

In the dead, cold, and chill-filled world, everything is almost static.

Yan Ping's eye sockets twitched, and the yin energy in his body circulated rapidly. Under the suppression of the Ten Directions Killing Realm, the mysterious light was still able to surge vigorously.

On strength.

This master from the ancestral temple is stronger than the Logic Lord Heiye.

At least.

In terms of secret techniques, Heiye is far from being able to compare with it.

Mo Qiu's face remained unchanged, and he raised his left hand lightly.

In the darkness, a golden light quietly emerged.

"Amitabha!"

The golden light outlines in the sky, and instantly merges into a merciful Buddha statue. The Buddha statue is raised with one hand, and there is a knife in the palm of the palm. The light flows rapidly.

"Hell is not empty, and I swear not to become a Buddha."

Accompanied by the sound of meditation recitation like a bronze bell, the Buddha statue waved lightly with one hand, and the light of the saber disappeared in a flash.

Jizo Yuanyuan Knife!

Mo Qiuye waved his hand at the right time, and the Baipi Saber slashed out against the trend.

The Ksitigarbha Primordial Knife of the seventh level has a compassionate and far-reaching meaning, as if it is in the sky and in front of your eyes, and the color becomes golden and white to meet the brilliance.

The ten-direction killing world of the fifth pass is chilling with sword intent, icy cold, dead silent, and its color is as black as ink, like a black hole that swallows everything.

Two saber lights intersected in the air and collided in front of Yan Ping.

"Peng!"

The light of the knife shattered, and a black spot emerged out of thin air.

at the same time.

Mo Qiu, Yan Ping, and Ma Chengwei had warning signs in their hearts at the same time, while Yan Ping's eyes showed panic and even despair.

He opened his mouth.

No……

Before the sound came out, the black dot had already wrapped everything around him, and without a sound, a mid-level ghost king disappeared without a trace.

"Gulu..."

Ma Chengwei's throat rolled, and he froze in place when he emptied the formula with one hand. Seeing Mo Qiu looking sideways, the ghost's body couldn't help but tremble.

The Yin Qi in the body also seems to be out of control.

"Mo... Mo Daoist."

If possible, he would have already covered his face with cold sweat, so he pulled the corner of his mouth forcefully, showing embarrassment, and said in a low voice intermittently:

"I don't see anything, I don't know anything."

"Brother Ma, don't be nervous." Mo Qiu's eyes flickered, the murderous intent in his eyes slowly dissipated, and there seemed to be a trace of tiredness on his face:

"No matter what, brother Ma can't stay here anymore, what's your plan next?"