The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Madam Sheng San was extremely flexible and kicked very high, directly hitting the opponent's vital point.

"Well......"

The black-robed ghost cultivator's expression changed, and he instantly let out a painful groan.

He stared at Madam Sheng San in extreme shock.

After being a ghost for a hundred years, he had long forgotten that he had this trick in fighting.

The pain was so severe that he loosened his grip on Madam Sheng San's hand.

At this moment, Madam Sheng San threw him out with great force.

With a bang, the black-robed ghost cultivator was thrown far away, directly out of the door and fell to the ground outside.

Madam Sheng San smiled triumphantly.

"Don't you know? Even if you become a ghost, this trick is still very effective on you!"

She had learned this from the ghost soldiers sent by the Netherworld to guide her.

Those ghost soldiers taught her a lot of dirty tricks.

It was only after listening to them that she realized that this trick could be used on men and women in a fight, and that the person who was hit would feel as much pain as if he were alive.

Madam Sheng San rubbed her wrist and was about to go over and kill him while he was sick, but just as she took a step, the hairs on her back suddenly stood up.

Just outside the hall, the black-robed ghost cultivator who had fallen to the ground suddenly looked up.

Madam Sheng San saw his look.

He wasn't looking at her, he seemed to be looking behind her.

She was five or six steps away from the Samsara Fruit, blocking the Samsara Fruit, so the black-robed ghost cultivator was definitely not looking at the Samsara Fruit, he could not see it.

Now he's looking at...

Madam Sheng Sanzi's eyes narrowed, and she dodged to the side in an instant. Just as she dodged, an awl stabbed at her from behind.

Just a little bit.

If she hadn't suddenly dodged, the awl would have pierced through her back and chest, piercing her through.

This was a black awl that shone with a cold glow, and there was a bit of black on the tip of the awl. When it stabbed over, Madam Sheng San smelled blood.

She quickly took out a fire talisman and threw it at the other party.

With a whoosh, flames rose up and instantly forced the opponent back a step.

This is the fire talisman given by Master Lu.

The moment the other party retreated, Madam Sheng San immediately stood in front of him and protected the Samsara Fruit behind her again.

She also realized that this was another ghost cultivator who had been hiding outside the courtyard wall.

Because the tip of his awl was said to smell of human blood.

At first, three brothers came over, and two junior brothers acted separately, preparing to climb in through the courtyard wall. However, they were unlucky and happened to encounter two big ghost cultivators and were killed directly.

One disappeared, and this one was probably stabbed to death by the awl.

Madam Sheng San waved the handheld mirror and released a deep mist, which enveloped the second ghost cultivator.

But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she heard a mocking laugh.

"Little sister, you're so funny! I just crawled out of the Ghost Abyss, and you're trying to get rid of the Abyss Mist? I've been living with this thing for over a hundred years!"

This is the voice of an old woman.

As her voice fell, the deep mist was instantly shaken away, floating away in wisps, and could not be taken back.

As the deep fog dispersed around, the cold air here suddenly became stronger, and even Madam Sheng San couldn't help but shiver.

The black-robed ghost cultivator outside also stood up, twisted his neck with a crackling sound, moved his limbs, and floated in again.

Madam Sheng San also saw the old woman's appearance.

He was dressed in a grey shirt and grey pants, and was leaning on a snake-head cane. His hair was completely white, combed meticulously, and pinned with a emerald green jade hairpin.

Her face was full of deep wrinkles, her eyes were almost squinted, the corners of her mouth had drooped, her skin was drooping, and her back was hunched. She looked like she was in her eighties or nineties.

However, the coldness emanating from her made Madam Sheng San look serious.

She wanted to say that her heart was lifted up, and her mind strangely recalled what Master Lu had said -

You have no heart.

It's somewhat inappropriate to think about this now.

"Niu Po, you've finally come to join in the fun," the black-robed ghost cultivator recognized the old woman and looked at her with a gloomy expression. "I heard that a hundred years ago, you committed countless evil deeds and were hunted by the Ten Great Ghost Marshals in the Netherworld after your death. You jumped into the Ghost Abyss yourself, a ghost who will never be able to reincarnate. How dare you come and steal this fruit?"

Madam Sheng San held the hand mirror tightly, moved her feet lightly and stood firm. She stood in front of the Samsara Fruit and calculated her chances of winning.

Two great ghost cultivators! Can she fight them alone?

She quietly crushed the token and called other ghost officials to help.

The little ghosts who had been guarding here with her before haven't appeared yet. Madam Sheng San suspected that they had all been quietly dealt with by the two ghost cultivators.

Besides these two great ghost cultivators, there were many other auras around them, both near and far. They were all rushing to grab the Samsara Fruit, seeing that it was about to mature.

But the Black and White Envoys had never said before that there would be other people coming down besides ghosts.

"Oh, you can come and rob, but I can't? You say I've done all the bad things? Aren't you the same? It's true that eating this Samsara Fruit won't have much effect on me," the Ox-woman ghost cultivator sneered, "but I must destroy it and not leave it to Youming. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Madam Sheng San couldn't hold back her anger, "I'm here to destroy your head!"

"just you?"

Niu Po ​​glanced at Madam Sheng San with disdain, "Your cultivation is good, but you are nothing in front of me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly turned into a ball of black mist and rushed towards this side at a rapid speed.

Madam Sheng San instantly felt a terrifying pressure.

At this time, the black-robed ghost cultivator also moved. He flashed and teleported in front of Madam Sheng San, and swung the whip towards the black mist.

"Niu Po, if you want to destroy the Samsara Fruit, you have to ask me for advice."

In the blink of an eye, the two ghost cultivators were fighting each other, causing the wind to blow and sand and rocks to fly everywhere. Even the Netherworld Flower and the Samsara Fruit were blown to and fro.

Madam Sheng San was stunned.

Why are they fighting?

But she immediately squatted down beside the Samsara Fruit and kept watch, while keeping an eye on the two ghost cultivators.

Let’s fight, it would be best if both of them lose!

This reincarnation fruit is just one step away from being fully mature.

The moment it matures, it will emit a faint glow.

Take it off immediately at that moment for the best effect.

Suddenly, several evil cultivators jumped up from the wall, took a look at the situation here, and then jumped down and ran towards the fruit.

"Quick, while they are locked in a fierce fight, take the fruit!"

"Grab it quickly!"

These evil cultivators all had talismans on their bodies and magical weapons in their hands. After rushing over, several of them immediately attacked Madam Sheng San, while two of them quickly threw rope bags towards the Samsara Fruit.

Just cover the fruit and pull it, and the fruit can be taken into your hand.

These people obviously have agreed to cooperate.

Madam Sheng San's pretty face was gloomy as she kicked towards them.

For a while, the fighting in Lingsheng Palace was fierce.