3572: C3572 Ghost Bell!

C3572 Ghost Bell!

This man seemed to have seen him before. Yang Ping couldn't remember for a moment, but the others could forget that the old man in front of him definitely wouldn't remember wrongly, because the vulgar aura emitted from his body had existed since ancient times. No one could surpass him.

"I have a very serious question for you." The old man stared at Nether Spirit Lord until his hair stood on end. He didn't know why, but facing the old man, any secret would be seen through. He felt very uncomfortable, as if he was facing Black Dark Monarch.

"What is it?" Nether Spirit Lord wanted to show off. After all, he was a Sovereign King realm expert, a hegemon of a region. How could he show weakness? However, in front of the old man, he didn't seem to be able to stand up. He subconsciously acted arrogantly.

As soon as his voice faded, Nether Spirit Lord felt aggrieved in his heart.

"Are the women of Land of Dark pretty?" The old man asked with interest as he stared at Nether Spirit Lord with his bean-shaped eyes.

"What?"

Nether Spirit Lord thought that he had misheard. It took him a long time to realize that the old man was asking about the beauty of Land of Dark. He could not help but feel angry and said coldly, "Are you playing with me?"

The old man waved his hand and said with a smile, "No, really not. Compared to all of you, I am more interested in the beauties of Land of Dark. I have never played with the beauties of Land of Dark. Thinking about it, it was a pity.

... ""

Yang Ping looked at the old man speechlessly. Bloody hell, was there anyone more shameless than him? In front of the tense atmosphere, there could be bloodshed at any time. The old man was most concerned about the beauties of Land of Dark. If he was Nether Spirit Lord, he would want to slap him to death.

However, Nether Spirit Lord was a grand lord after all. His eyes were very high. He said in a deep voice, "When we reach our realm, we will only look like a pink skeleton. We don't really care."

The old man shook his head and sighed. "You dared to see through the mortal world just by revealing your realm. No wonder Land of Dark has been so useless all these years, and needed outsiders to control it. Beautiful women are the driving force for men to improve. Do you understand?"

The flames in Nether Spirit Lord's eyes flickered. Although he was a skeleton, he could feel an extremely angry aura spreading from his body. The old man had gone too far. He was a dignified Heavenly Longevity Stage warrior, yet he was called a breaking through to the next realm.

Ridiculous!

Nether Spirit Lord said coldly, "Who are you? Tell me your name, I won't kill a nobody."

Yang Ping couldn't see through the old man. He knew that this man was very scary. He thought to himself that it would be best if the two of them fought. It was good that his brother took advantage of the situation. Fighting and killing was boring. However, his wish was soon fulfilled. The old man hurriedly said, "I don't like fighting. How can I possibly fight a peaceful person like me? "It's detrimental to my elegant temperament."

Yang Ping was speechless. There were three black lines on the back of his head. Nether Spirit Lord was not much better. He looked like he was going to pounce on Nether Spirit Lord and bite him to death. If Nether Spirit Lord could beat him, Yang Ping would be speechless.

"Don't you have a promise? I will be the witness. How about it?" The old man wiped his palms and said with a smile.

"Okay."

Nether Spirit Lord didn't have confidence in the old man, but he was still very confident in dealing with Yang Ping. He thought to himself, 'I'll settle the score with you after I finish Yang Ping off.' At the same time, he started calling Lord Nether to find out the old man's identity. Lord Nether was very familiar with some experts in the mortal world.

Yang Ping couldn't help but ask, "Senior, are you sure you won't attack?"

"Of course!"

The old man held his head high and puffed his chest out. He smiled and said, "This is your business. I just happened to pass by. Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I might as well come and watch the show."

... ""

Yang Ping understood that his wish to have the old man fight had failed. A battle was unavoidable. The energy in his meridians surged, and he was ready to fight. Nether Spirit Lord sneered. The bone staff in his hand emitted a jade-green flame. He said, "I said that if you can survive, I will leave Fish Restaurant."

"Come."

Yang Ping's face was full of reluctance.

Nether Spirit Lord sneered. He thought he was afraid, but he had made a promise in front of so many of his subordinates. He had to defeat Yang Ping with one move, or else he wouldn't have any prestige.

"Ghost Bell!"

A bell suddenly appeared above his head and enveloped the surroundings. The ghost suddenly attacked without any warning. Yang Ping was stunned. His pupils were unfocused and he looked confused. The Ghost Bell was Nether Spirit Lord's strongest mental attack. At the same time, it could control his subordinates and make them follow him wholeheartedly without any deviation.

Once the Ghost Spirit Bell appeared, it meant that Nether Spirit Lord would attack with all his strength.

Under normal circumstances, Nether Spirit Lord would only use the Ghost Spirit Bell to deal with experts of the same level as him. He knew that once the Ghost Soul Bell appeared, Yang Ping would definitely lose. There was no chance of winning. The sound waves emitted by the Ghost Spirit Bell rippled in the air and spread in all directions, affecting Yang Ping.

Wherever the sound waves passed, all living beings would lose their way. The dead fish on the river bank was alive, and the plants on the shore were dead. The Ghost Bell could control life and death. The dead fish was alive, and the plants were dead. There was a great sacrifice and a great terror in the process of life and death.

Yang Ping was in a state of great terror.

When Yin Yang Taoist saw the Ghost Bell, his expression changed drastically. He hastily retreated a thousand meters away and stared at the Ghost Bell, his voice trembling. What's wrong with the Sovereign? Why does he think so highly of Yang Ping? The Ghost Bell was definitely his natal spiritual attack weapon. He wouldn't use it easily. "If he doesn't dodge the Ghost Bell's attack in time, he might sink into it and never be reborn."

"This is like shooting mosquitoes with an anti-aircraft cannon. It's a waste of talent.

Using the Ghost Bell to deal with Yang Ping, Yin Yang Taoist did not understand what Nether Spirit Lord was thinking.

However, he still underestimated how terrifying the Ghost Bell was. Once it was activated, even Nether Spirit Lord could not control it. Ripples spread out. Yin Yang Taoist's eyes were unfocused. He lost control of his body and fell to the ground, turning into a puppet.

He turned into a puppet with a single thought.

Yin Yang Taoist's loss of self made the Ghost Bell seem even more terrifying. With a single thought, he could make a Heavenly Sovereign Stage lose his mind. It was obvious how terrifying the Ghost Bell was.

Yang Ping had indeed lost his way.

Nether Spirit Lord was best at mental attacks. Soul represented the soul. This was his background. Nether Spirit Lord stared at Yang Ping. His dark flame flickered and he said, "I thought you were very powerful, but it turns out you are nothing more than this."

The old man did not go to watch the battle, but kept looking at the surface of the river.

"You are a witness. Can you see the result now?" Nether Spirit Lord asked coldly when he saw the old man was not paying attention.

The old man was surprised. "What did you say?"

Nether Spirit Lord shouted, "Yang Ping lost."

The old man realized what had happened and smiled. "I see. I was searching for beautiful women in your coffins. Unfortunately, they are all rotten corpses. The cursed souls have no benefits at all. I say, do you really not have any beautiful women in Land of Dark?"

... ""

Nether Spirit Lord was furious. "I just want to know who won!"

The old man looked at Yang Ping and smiled. "It's hard to say. I think that kid will win. How about we bet on the beauty?"

"Dream on. It's impossible for him to escape my Ghost Bell's control." Nether Spirit Lord said with a cold smile.

The old man smiled. "I'm just telling the truth."

Nether Spirit Lord snorted and said, "The truth is right in front of you. It doesn't matter what you say. Yang Ping has fallen into my illusion. He will never be able to solve it. He will become my hard work. Since you don't believe me, I will let you see. Yang Ping, kneel down! "

Only by kneeling down could one represent submission.

However, Yang Ping did not move.

Nether Spirit Lord shouted, "You are my slave. Kneel down immediately."

He still did not move.

The old man looked at Nether Spirit Lord with disdain.

Nether Spirit Lord felt that something was wrong. He looked at Yang Ping in bewilderment. He finally felt something was wrong. If he was disobedient, it meant that Yang Ping had not fallen into the illusion and could still control himself.

It was impossible.

A Saint Stage kid could actually resist the Ghost Bell's attack.0

Hu! Hu!

Yang Ping heaved a sigh of relief, opened his eyes, and said, "As expected, powerful. I almost fell for it."

Nether Spirit Lord was furious. He said coldly, "Since it is fine? Yang Ping, I cannot let you live!"

Seeing Yang Ping wake up, Nether Spirit Lord was ready to attack. He wanted to tear off all pretenses of cordiality and kill Yang Ping completely.

"I am a witness. Have you asked me if you are going to act recklessly?"

The old man said unhappily.

- - The content came from [Micoo Reading].

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