Chapter 255

Oppressive, terrifying, cold...

Just by looking at the Great Ghost Luo Wang, unease rose in everyone's hearts, as if their hearts were being gripped by a cold, large hand, making it difficult for everyone to breathe smoothly.

The Great Ghost Luo Wang's abilities were still unknown.

What everyone knew was only that he was far stronger than all the ghosts they had encountered before!

As long as he made a move, he could take a human life!

Therefore...

The plan was to not let him make a move!

"Luring the Guest into the Urn!"

Liao Yifang took the lead.

She directly activated the last "Luring the Guest into the Urn" talisman!

The Great Ghost Luo Wang's cold eyes, filled with killing intent, instantly became confused, and he lifted his feet to walk toward the corner of the room...

At the same time.

Except for the three ordinary people Zhu Shuhui, Yan Bingbing, and Wan Xiuling, as well as Tong Yuai who only had a horsetail whisk prop in her hand, and Lou Yaozong whose abilities were sealed.

Everyone present stared intently at the battle, ready to launch an attack at any time.

Especially Wu Xian, who was pressing on his Ghost-Head Blade, constantly paying attention to the Great Ghost Luo Wang's position; tonight's battle plan was drawn up by him, and he was also the most critical link in the plan, absolutely not allowing any mistakes.

But the Great Ghost Luo Wang had only moved two steps when his eyes cleared up.

For a malevolent entity of his level, it was already very rare for a common talisman to be able to influence him to this extent.

Then the Great Ghost Luo Wang extended his palm toward Liao Yifang.

Looking at that pale, large hand, Liao Yifang's spine instantly went cold; she did not know where the attack would come from, so she retreated two steps in succession.

Whoosh...

Liao Yifang seemed to have suddenly crashed into cold lake water; everything around her became blurry, as if it were shaking constantly, and some kind of cold, slippery thing grew out from the darkness, wrapping around her body, tighter and tighter...

And in the eyes of the others.

Liao Yifang suddenly stopped, widened her eyes, and her face became redder and redder, as if she couldn't breathe.

"Damn it!"

Wu Xian cursed in a low voice.

During the day, Wu Xian had personally drawn several circles here; no matter which circle the Great Ghost Luo Wang stepped into, Wu Xian could activate "Drawing a Ground as a Prison" to trap him.

Their plan to eliminate the Great Ghost Luo Wang was also based on "Drawing a Ground as a Prison."

Originally, they thought that with Liao Yifang's "Luring the Guest into the Urn," Luo Wang would definitely step into the trap, but they didn't expect that even "Luring the Guest into the Urn" would have limited influence on Luo Wang.

And after the previous battle and clearing, many of the circles Wu Xian drew were destroyed, leaving only one intact; with this level of overwhelming combat power, expecting to lure Luo Wang into that circle was unrealistic.

Therefore, only one method remained!

That was to draw a new circle wherever Luo Wang was!

Pfft!

I don't know when.

Zhang Wei had actually sneaked to the feet of the Great Ghost Luo Wang and used the Qin Wang Back-Hand Sword to stab with all his might, but unfortunately, Luo Wang's defense was too high, and the long sword only stabbed in half an inch!

Feeling the stinging pain on his foot, the Great Ghost Luo Wang was stunned for a moment, lowered his head to look at his toes, and even forgot to continue dealing with Liao Yifang.

Liao Yifang broke free from the restraint, knelt on the ground, widened her eyes, and gasped for air; her clothes were soaked with sweat, and she had just walked through the gates of hell!

The wound on his foot was nothing to Luo Wang.

But he couldn't figure out how he had been ambushed; in his view, these humans were like little turtles with glowing bodies, their movements were very obvious, and no action could possibly escape his eyes.

Thus, Luo Wang was furious.

But when he wanted to counterattack, he just lifted his hand and stopped, because Wu Xian, Shi Ji, Sun Qian, and Qian Yunhe all attacked at the same time.

The Filth-Character carried a monstrous foul aura; Luo Wang felt extremely disgusted just looking at it.

The thousand-year peach wood sword flashed with red spiritual light, carrying the pure power to restrain ghosts.

A strange ring-headed blade was tied to the nine-section whip; the eerie attack route made the Great Ghost Luo Wang feel his scalp go cold for no reason.

After being ambushed by Zhang Wei just now, Luo Wang no longer dared to underestimate these humans, so he gathered all his focus, carefully dealing with the three different attacks.

While dealing with those three.

Luo Wang also noticed that Wu Xian, whom he felt was the biggest threat, was not attacking him, but running around him, his blood-lacquered Ghost-Head Blade attempting to draw a circle on the ground.

"Heh..."

Luo Wang glanced at the place he had just wanted to go and found that there was also a circle there, so he instantly understood the plan of Wu Xian and the others!

Once this circle was finished, something unfavorable to him would definitely happen.

So Luo Wang stomped his foot fiercely.

The invisible fierce aura turned into a violent wind, released indiscriminately toward the surroundings; Wu Xian and the four others were all blown away, with several more bloodstains on their bodies.

Then Luo Wang placed his hand on the sword hilt, wanting to pull out the sword first before leaving this circle.

Suddenly.

Liao Yifang's agile figure rushed in front of the Great Ghost Luo Wang and raised her sandbag-sized fist; Luo Wang grabbed at it casually.

Looking at the claw with black nails, Liao Yifang not only didn't dodge, but instead crashed head-on into it.

Boom!

The two collided together.

Liao Yifang only broke some skin on her forehead, while three fingers on the Great Ghost Luo Wang's claw were fractured!

This was the Human Divine Ability—Iron Head Technique!

Luo Wang's expression remained cold; he opened his large mouth and sprayed toward Liao Yifang, and a plume of black smoke whistled out, while Liao Yifang also bit the tip of her tongue at the same time and sprayed toward Luo Wang!

A column of blood pierced through the black smoke and stabbed straight into Luo Wang's throat!

This was the Human Divine Ability—True Yang Splash!

Liao Yifang's "Martial Dao Sacred Body" made it easier for her to obtain Human Divine Abilities, so all her skills were on her body; once all Human Divine Abilities were triggered, she would be terrifyingly strong in a short period of time!

Luo Wang's throat was splashed with hot blood, and he immediately felt a sharp pain in his throat, as if from acid reflux.

The stronger a person's physique, the greater the damage the True Yang Splash caused to malevolent entities, so Liao Yifang's mouthful made Luo Wang suffer unbearably.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Liao Yifang swung her fist, gathering all her strength to strike out!

Luo Wang realized that this punch was no small matter, so he crossed his arms in front of his chest to protect his head.

But he didn't expect that Liao Yifang's punch was not meant to hurt him, but rather...

Clang!

Accompanied by the sound of metal clashing, Liao Yifang's fist actually hammered onto the hilt of the Qin Wang Back-Hand Sword!

Under the power of the Drum-Beating Gold Hammer, the Qin Wang Back-Hand Sword was like a nail, piercing through the back of Luo Wang's foot and sole, stabbing straight into the ground!

Hammering the Qin Wang Back-Hand Sword into place was Liao Yifang's goal!

Luo Wang hurriedly reached out, wanting to pull out the Qin Wang Back-Hand Sword, but found that this long sword carried an eerie power; no matter how much strength he used, it was extremely difficult to pull it out!

While Luo Wang was trying to pull the sword, Wu Xian, who had just been blown away, ran back and used the Ghost-Head Blade to completely seal the circle on the ground!

At this point.

The situation was set!

Wu Xian took two steps back, took out a poker card, and softly spat out four words!

"Drawing a Ground... as a Prison!"

(End of chapter)