Su Yi saw that Sun Zhi's face was haggard. He originally only had a few white hairs, but now he had a full head of white hair, as if he had aged dozens of years during this period.

Sun Zhi said this, but he was complaining in his heart.

Human monks are already three points weaker when facing ghost cultivators of the same level of cultivation. What's more, the ghost cultivator in front of him has a ghostly aura. It seems that his cultivation level has at least reached the same level as the human monks in the foundation-building stage.

In the past, even if Sun Zhi was no match for this ghost cultivator, he would still be able to escape.

But now that his cultivation level has greatly declined, and there is still poison remaining in his body, he may not be a match for the ghost cultivator in front of him.

"Hahaha."

Mr. Zhang laughed wildly, his laughter was indescribably sinister and eerie, and he laughed for half a stick of incense before he stopped.

"Fellow Taoist, do you think I will let you go and let you find other human monks to deal with Zhang? Zhang is short of a few ghost slaves. I think you are very good-looking."

Sun Zhi snorted coldly and did not refute. Instead, he patted the storage bag on his waist, took out several porcelain bottles from the storage bag, and poured the few elixirs in the porcelain bottles into his mouth.

Su Yi also stepped aside. Mr. Zhang didn't seem to want to deal with Su Yi immediately.

According to Sun Zhi, ghost cultivators seem to be tolerated by human monks. No wonder Master Zhang asked Su Yi to help him collect herbs.

However, he did not expect Mr. Zhang to let him go. Su Yi planned to escape while a few people were fighting fiercely.

After Master Zhang finished speaking, he did not attack Sun Zhi, but turned to Zhao Qian: "Yes, yes, it is Tianlinggen. The soul of Tianlinggen must be delicious."

Zhao Qian trembled when he heard the words, almost unsteady on his feet, and said with a sad smile: "I have been secretly planning for decades for this body with Tianling roots, but I didn't want to but made it into a ghost cultivator's wedding dress. Senior, can you let me go?"

I am willing to work for you without any complaints."

Master Zhang said coldly: "What do you think?"

After saying this, he pinched the magic formula with his skeletal fingers and shouted: "Ghost Mirror!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless black mist gathered, forming a mirror as dark as ink.

The mirror is oval in shape and has an unusually smooth surface. The light can detect people more clearly than the silver mirrors in the boudoirs of wealthy girls.

In the mirror, there is a "Zhao Qian" who looks the same as Zhao Qian, but has a completely different expression.

Outside the mirror, Zhao Qian had a look of horror on his face, his eyes were wide open, his lips were slightly open, and a drop of cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

In the mirror, "Zhao Qian" looked relaxed, with a strange smile on his face.

I saw a white palm suddenly stretched out in the mirror.

Zhao Qian did not dare to be careless and jumped ten feet away. At the same time, he held a sword and looked at the ghost mirror coldly.

He will not sit still and wait for death, even if he has to fight for his life.

The white palm did not appear to attack Zhao Qian, but continued to stretch out, then the arm, the head, and in a breath, a person exactly like Zhao Qian walked out of the turtle mirror.

Zhao Qian shouted loudly, facing this strange scene and preparing to strike first.

The sword in his hand swung forward, and suddenly several fireballs shot out from the tip of the sword.

"Zhao Qian" who came out of the ghost mirror smiled slightly, and his body instantly softened and fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

"That's it?" Zhao Qian laughed loudly, his laughter trembling, and he didn't know whether it was fear or excitement.

A "whoosh" sound.

That pool of mud was like a black poisonous snake, burrowing into Zhao Qian's shadow and disappearing.

Zhao Qian shouted loudly and raised his sword to cut. The dust flew up and the ground was full of holes, but the shadow remained the same.

After a while, Zhao Qian was out of breath.

At this moment, the shadow's head on the ground suddenly changed into "Zhao Qian" and sneered at the real Zhao Qian.

"Huh! It's all an illusion. You can't fool me. It must be an illusion." Zhao Qian shouted loudly to embolden himself.

The shadow started to flow, as if Fang Bu came to life. It followed Zhao Qian's ankles and climbed up to Zhao Qian's neck, wrapping around Zhao Qian like a python.

Zhao Qian was horrified in his heart, but he couldn't move. He wanted to scream, but his throat was entangled with his own shadow and he couldn't speak. He could only make meaningless sobs like "baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa".

"The bold ghost cultivator dares to harm the human race. Aren't you afraid of being chased to death by the human race?" Sun Zhi shouted. Even though he was well-informed, he had never seen such a weird technique.

Even so, Sun Zhi had no intention of helping Zhao Qian.

First, he was poisoned by Zhao Qian, and his life span was greatly reduced. He wanted to break Zhao Qian's bones and suck out his marrow.

Secondly, after days of chasing, his body was empty, so he wanted to take this opportunity to recover his mana.

Master Zhang looked at Sun Zhi coldly: "Don't worry, you will be next. When you become my ghost slave, you will be considered half a ghost cultivator."

"quack"

That was the sound of bones breaking. From Zhao Qian's shadow, a white bone emerged, and the white bones hugged Zhao Qian tightly.

Bai Gu hugged him so tightly, as if he was trying to force the bones in Zhao Qian's body out of his body.

Stab.

It was the sound of bones breaking through flesh and blood. In a moment, Zhao Qian's ribs, skull, shoulder blades, tibia, and all other bones were squeezed out by the white bones in the shadow.

Some of the bones have been shattered, revealing white bone stubble, while others are connected to black tendons and flesh, dripping with blood, and look terrifying.

After a moment, the white bones in the shadow took their place, completely occupying Zhao Qian's body, leaving only a pile of steaming white bones in place.

At this time, Zhao Qian looked frightened and his movements were stiff, like a puppet on strings. He slowly walked up to Mr. Zhang, made a plop, and knelt down.

"Master...Master..." Zhao Qian's throat bones vibrated and he made a hoarse voice.

When he spoke, Zhao Qian's eyes showed no sign of submission at all, but instead showed fear and despair. At the same time, his muscles trembled slightly, as if he was trying desperately to break free from his own bones.

Such a strange spell made Su Yi and Sun Zhi present feel numb and feel extremely fearful in their hearts.

"You will be my number one ghost slave for the time being. The soul of Tianlinggen needs to be nourished by ghost bones to make it more delicious."

Master Zhang looked at Zhao Qian as if he was looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Sun Zhi, who was not far away, took a breath of cold air: "I only heard that the body of a ghost cultivator is extremely strong and difficult to be damaged by ordinary treasures. I didn't expect that his magical powers can be so weird and vicious."

After speaking, Sun Zhi patted the storage bag on his waist, and countless talismans flew into his hands.

Su Yi screamed secretly.

Seeing this situation, Sun Zhi was desperate, just like the monks in this world who, before making a desperate move, would smash all the talismans in their hands to feel that they would not lose money.

These talismans often explode with shocking power. In order to avoid being affected, Su Yi ducked and hid in a house.

Sure enough, there was an instant roar, and the white light of the explosion was so dazzling that it seemed like the black mist was about to evaporate.

But the black mist was as thick as blood, but less than one percent was evaporated, and a large black mist emerged from the ground.

Sun Zhi flew into the air and held out his natal sword.

At this time, the sword was extremely hot, like magma in the ground, and countless flames spewed out.

These flames fell on the house, and instantly the house burst into flames.

"It's useless. Unless you are a monk in the alchemy stage of the human race, you can't escape from my ghost mist." There was no sadness or joy on Mr. Zhao's skull, but his voice was cold.

Sun Zhi smiled miserably: "Even if I die, I will not become your ghost slave. This place is very close to the county and state capitals. The huge fluctuations in spiritual power should attract other Taoist friends. My hatred will only make other people

Fellow Taoist fellows from the human race have come to retaliate."

After saying that, the sword in his hand shone brightly, covering a distance of three feet around Sun Zhi. Finally, Sun Zhi completely merged into the sword.

"You? What are you going to do? Are you planning to blow yourself up?" There was a hint of surprise in Mr. Zhao's voice.

"That's right, even if I spend my whole life cultivating, I still want to drag you, a ghost cultivator, to be buried with you."

At this time, Sun Zhi's whole body was glowing, and his body and sword merged into one, like a god, floating in the air. For a moment, the light became more and more intense, as bright as the sun.

"not good!"

Su Yi also didn't expect that Sun Zhi was so determined that he was ready to self-destruct. In a hurry, he took out the Nascent Soul level talisman from the storage bag and wrapped it around his body.

Bang.
Chapter completed!