Quick Transmigration: The Male Supporting Character is Online

Chapter 142 I, Magician, Make Money 37
These people are either casual cultivators, or they don't have a backer, they don't even have a magic weapon. Under the pressure of such strength, what else can they rely on to gain a chance of survival besides the magic talisman?
No more.

"It's really ignorant."

The ghost king in red couldn't suppress the anger in his heart as he clutched his wrist.

This group of monks actually acted as if they didn't exist.

"Mu Shu, be careful yourself! I can't swallow this breath!"

Speaking of the ghostly aura, the ghost king Wu Ling wanted to kill him. He was imprisoned here for so long and suffered daily pain. This group of people should give him a blood sacrifice today.

The slaughter begins now.

Qi Yuan withdrew his gaze, Dao Yimen and those people were still holding magic weapons to resist, spiritual power was poured into the sky seal, a jade seal was suspended above everyone's heads, and the faint brilliance made the ghost king frown uncomfortably.

something that gets in the way.

Tianyin resisted most of the ghost energy, and when the ghost king Wu Ling was distracted, the demon's meritorious body guard attacked the ghost king.

Fighting against each other, the ghost king in red was afraid of the power of merit, so he fell into a disadvantage for a while.

How come both of them have the power of merit?
Being crushed and beaten by a spiritual creature, Wu Ling became more and more embarrassed, and his killing intent became stronger.

Mu Shu raised his eyes to glance at the monk in front of him, and then looked at Wu Ling who was getting more and more injured.

After being suppressed for so long, his impulsive and irritable temper remained the same as before.

It's just that he's already got in once, and he won't be so stupid as to get himself in for a second time.

Run away first to absorb some living souls and increase strength, what else can these people do to get him?
That is to say, Wu Ling insisted on being tough with these monks.

Mu Shu's body was full of evil spirits, and the pressure of the crowd increased, and many magic weapons had already been damaged.

They couldn't take it anymore.

"Let's change the talisman, save some for us."

The sack was quite empty, but the ghost king's attack became more and more powerful, and each of them didn't dare to hesitate.

The sack of talismans will soon be gone, and the number of people working for Qi Yuan is almost gone.

Mu Shu discovered this situation after only a little probing.

Sure enough, fighting now is not the way out.

Evil and ghostly aura hit everyone, just when everyone thought they were going to confess here, Mu Shu had already taken the opportunity to slip away.

Qi Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at the direction Mu Shu left, then looked away.

Those spirit talisman formations are also quite fun.

Wu Ling fought against Yaomei in anger, and by the time he realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

The ghost haunts the ghost king, constantly using the power of merit to injure him.

Injured by the power of merit, the wounds left will not heal, nor will they be able to condense ghost energy.

One thing falls one thing.

Tianyin limited Wu Ling's power, but Yaomei, who was also in it, could draw strength from it instead.

One ebbs and another, Wu Ling's defeat is set.

"There is one more, I ran into the formation and waited."

Yaomei trapped the breathless Wu Ling in place, and disappeared before everyone's eyes after hearing Qi Yuan's words.

However, everyone in Xuanmen has been dumbfounded.

Didn't they come to fight?
Didn't they come to fight to the death?

That's it, gone?
Qi Yuan directly picked up the yin-yang stone in the center of the formation, the yang stone has lost its effect, and just needs a little merit to activate it.

"888, chat with Tiandao."

"Okay, what are you talking about?"

888 obediently waited for Qi Yuan to make arrangements, and he could go to bargain immediately after speaking.

"I have to spend so much merit to repair the channel for this yin-yang stone, and I will divide it into three achievements as my reward for this mission."

As soon as Qi Yuan finished speaking, 888's eyes lit up.

Its merit settlement is separate from Da Da Da. Although Da Da Da loses money in this task, it can still get merit.

Just hearing what Qi Yuan said, 888's small calculations started, and it might be able to share a long-term investment with Da Da!
"Okay, big, no problem big."

888 readily agreed, it can also invest in Tiandao for long-term income!

888, who has opened up new ideas, has already started chatting with Tiandao.

After solving the seal of Xishan, Qi Yuan left towards the passage.

"Master, are you still leaving?"

Qi Yuan took the dying ghost king Wu Ling with him, looked back and said doubtfully.

"Go, go back and celebrate."

Yuan He said something with a smile, and the Taoist disciples followed Qi Yuan and left Xishan.

All the evil spirits in Xishan, including the ghost king, were handed over to Yaomei to deal with.

Sharing half of this merit with Wu Xun is considered a small sum of money.

It was hard for everyone to believe that a fierce battle ended with such thunder and rain.

Could this be the power of the Chosen One? ?
Qi Yuan: No, this is the power of krypton gold.

A group of people returned the same way, no longer the fear they had when they came, but worried.

They have been pressing "Tang Mingyu" for decades, have they started working now?
It's the first time I've done a part-time job for someone else, and I'm really a little confused.

But this kind of confusion didn't last long. When they returned to the round hall, they saw the even worse Ghost King Mu Shu sober up instantly.

Those who work part-time to solve the problem are also honest.

If you work for someone, don't you need to work for someone after that person dies?
Looking at the fate of the ghost king, looking at the cold and fairy-like demon.

How could they have such dangerous thoughts?

I can't!

Not enough for a sack of magic symbols.

Qi Yuan threw the ghost king Wu Ling in his hand casually, and almost carried him back in one breath.

The two ghost kings who were aggressive just now and wanted to kill, now have mottled souls left.

There was just a pinch of evil spirit and ghost energy, without the cover of evil spirit and ghost energy, the two ghosts Wu Ling and Mu Shu looked really pitiful.

Qi Yuan didn't give a single look, and directly summoned the underworld with his hands sealed together.

After a while, the tall gate of the underworld appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone who didn't know that the underworld could be opened widened their eyes, unable to hide their surprise and doubt.

Crowd:???
The judge in the underworld came out with a ghost and a little stiff to look at Qi Yuan.

Yaomei received Qi Yuan's gaze, and couldn't hide her excitement, leading the two ghost kings to the judge.

Qi Yuan had already taken the time to tell the underworld about Yaomei entering the underworld to guide the divine beast.

The underworld happened to be short of people, and the monsters were strong, so the underworld was happy to receive a lot of help.

"My lord, this is your identity token."

The judge handed the token to Yaomei with both hands.

"Please take care of me in the future."

"Your Majesty, you are being polite."

Yaomei smiled slightly, took the token and replied.

The judge smirked and nodded, a person covered by a fairy.

He's not being polite, he really needs care.

The judge smiled and looked at the two ghost kings, his hand holding the judge's pen trembled a little.

Is Lord Xianjun in a bad mood?

This method is more ferocious than last time. How can it be seen that they are the two ghost kings wanted by the underworld?
The ghost messengers waited for the judge to finish recording, and quickly took the two ghost kings back to the underworld.

The judge tried hard to restrain the urge to tremble in his calves.

Maintaining a solemn and majestic image, he nodded towards everyone and walked into the gate of the underworld.

After the gate of the underworld was closed, the magistrate and all the ghosts slowed down together for a long time.

Don't make fun of anyone.

(End of this chapter)