MTL - Kneel to Me-Chapter 84

The masters who fell on the ground saw the terrifying missile flying, and then the darkness exploded out overwhelmingly, submerging them, and the icy and biting malice invaded their bodies instantly. Even knowing that they will die, there is only a relieved smile on his face.

The terrifying roar of tens of thousands of ghosts finally disappeared.

Inside the Xuanling Sect, the stones on the playground were still broadcasting the live broadcast for the disciples of the Xuanling Sect, and everyone burst into tears.

Infected by the atmosphere, Zeng Can couldn't help blushing.

[Ah, ah, ah, Song Juyao didn't catch up! 】

[It actually exploded! 】

[It may not be useful if you catch up]

【It's so miserable】

At the command platform, through the satellite, I saw that the tomb of King Ling was instantly enveloped in darkness, and the darkness was like a huge mushroom cloud exploding on the ground, rushing away in all directions like a tsunami, and in the satellite, the surrounding high-rise buildings that were about to be engulfed Buildings, bright neon lights, traffic jams, people know nothing about the impending disaster.

Luo Ping is an ordinary member of City B. He sits in front of the computer, browses the comments supporting him, accepts a small advertisement, and then shuts down the computer with a sense of satisfaction and happiness, ready to go to bed.

Just as he was lying on the bed and closed his eyes, there was a palpitating explosion sounding like a hole in the sky. He jumped up from the bed and ran to the window to look out.

He froze.

He saw black gas rushing over like a tsunami in the distance, and he knew what it was, it was evil gas.

There were so many, so fast, and he couldn't escape, he could only stare at it, watching it getting closer and closer, and heard countless screams of terror in his ears, but those voices stopped abruptly, because they also Like myself, overwhelmed.

The whole world has turned black, and all the perceptions are left with only the biting and terrifying coldness.

…

In the podium, everyone lowered their heads silently, their eyes were red, but their hearts were slightly relaxed. The problem of King Ling's tomb was solved, and the ghost king and those ghost soldiers could no longer threaten the country.

"Concentrate all medical resources in the country and prepare to rescue City B!" The general began to order.

"Yes!"

"Wait, wait, what is that?" Suddenly, his expression changed drastically.

On the screen, in the tomb of King Ling shrouded in darkness, there are red shadows moving.

The special material of the screen can outline the shapes and appearances of ghosts and ghosts through their unique energy frequency reflection, and now, the dazzling red color on the screen is ghosts.

They stood up abruptly from their chairs, their faces were pale, sweat rolled down their faces, and despair emerged little by little.

It was a burly and imposing ghost, wearing armor and riding a horse. Slowly, it could be called a leisurely walk out of the tomb, bringing an overwhelming terrifying aura.

The masters who fell to the ground had expressions of despair on their faces.

After so many sacrifices, this thousand-year-old ghost king was not killed by the evil spirit bomb! But among their various sects, there is no outstanding child who can deal with him!

But the desperation continued. After the ghost king came out, several ghosts on horseback followed him one after another. They must be the lieutenants of King Ling back then, and they were also **** madmen.

[Fuck? ? ! 】

[Is that a ghost? That's a ghost! ! 】

[Not dead yet! God! 】

[Song Juyao is about to arrive, hurry up! ! 】

[Song Fan is just like her parents, always put her on the shelf for nothing, be careful not to fall off]

[? It's better than you, a keyboard man who can only talk and run faster than anyone when things happen]

over...

On the podium, everyone couldn't help but have this thought in their hearts.

At this moment, in the lens, something like a meteor bursts in, emitting a faint white light, a small one rushing towards the darkness.

"Is that... a person??" The observer was stunned.

Everyone on the podium looked over, then suddenly widened their eyes in shock, what—

"Zoom in, zoom in!" someone commanded immediately.

Soon, everyone saw that the one flying in the sky was really a human! A girl with a high ponytail stepped on a sword.

Their hearts were beating wildly, their fists were clenched tightly, and they were staring at the screen intently. Did the experts from outside the world see the disaster and help them?

"I remembered, she is Song Juyao! The one from the Sword Sect of Taichu, the center of the universe!" The young observer jumped up and said.

"Absolute Beginning Sword Sect... I remembered, they seem to have applied for the use of the air route before, saying that they want to fly with the sword."

They all thought it was a fairy tale, and they didn't take it to heart at all, but they never expected that they could really fly with a sword!

God!

Song Juyao flew over the tomb of King Ling, without hesitation, the sword under his feet flew to his hand, and he slashed in the air. The sharp sword whipped up a gust of wind, wrapped in endless murderous aura, and fell from the sky.

I saw the strong evil spirit from King Ling's tomb split open in an instant, surged to the surroundings, disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, a piece of it came out.

The people on the podium were stunned, and their mouths opened unconsciously.

She landed on the open space with her sword in hand, stood up straight, and looked ahead with a cold and righteous gaze.

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

[I really love watching her wielding a sword, why is she so beautiful! 】

【Handsome, beautiful and sassy! 】

【Didn't you say that Song Juyao's spiritual root is dead? How did she become so powerful? 】

All the conscious masters in King Ling's tomb stared wide-eyed, what? Is this a dream?

There was a sudden commotion in the Xuanling faction.

"Sword repair?"

"Sword repair??!"

"That's Song Juyao!"

Zeng Can also opened his eyes wide, shit, Song Juyao...isn't she handsome? !

…

The ghost king and his lieutenants were confronting her.

At this time, the senior uncles and senior brothers who were one step behind Song Juyao arrived, and landed beside her one after another, watching them warily.

"They are all ghosts who have cultivated for thousands of years." The third uncle said, "Everyone, be careful!"

"Yes!"

"Sword repair?" The ghost king was riding on the horse, looking at their swords, as if he was a little surprised.

He has been suppressed for so many years, and it's not that he is completely ignorant of the outside world. Those immortal cultivators murmured and despised sword cultivators. But now, these sword repairs gave him a sense of threat.

"How does a sword repairer cross people and souls?" he asked.

Song Juyao was expressionless: "We don't cross people, and we don't cross souls. We stop killing by killing."

The ghost king laughed loudly, "Okay! What a good one to stop killing by killing!" Looking at Song Juyao, "I have been looking for an opponent all my life, and you may be qualified to be my soul under the sword again."

"All of these words will be returned."

After all, the signal of war sounded in their hearts, and the two sides rushed to each other.

"Clang—"

The sword collided with the sword, the sound was clear and crisp, and sparks shot out.