socalfunplaces Chapter 3239 Lesser Fullness (Death Date)
Chapter 3239 Lesser Fullness (Death Date)
The ten ghost messengers sitting cross-legged all let out a low shout, and countless black chains burst up from the ground, trapping the four of them in a small space with a diameter of no more than ten feet.
The dragnet has been laid.
The ghostly cultivators quickly surrounded the formation, making it completely impenetrable.
Each of them held a magical weapon, their faces were hostile, and their eyes were filled with a mixture of anger, greed, and pleasure.
"Hahaha, run!"
Why have you stopped running?
"Without that big bird, let's see how arrogant you can still be!"
"Dare to provoke our Ghost Clan? Today is your death day!"
Further away, the cultivators who had come to watch the spectacle were discussing amongst themselves. Their voices were not loud, but they carried clearly over.
“These people are completely finished now, they’re like turtles in a jar.” A young cultivator holding a folding fan shook his head.
"That's right, the 'Ghost Binding Annihilation Formation' of the Ten Directions Ghost Envoy is one of the Ghost Ancestor's signature techniques."
"Rumor has it that once it's set up, even cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage won't be able to escape," added a slightly overweight, middle-aged man who looked like a businessman.
"Wasn't that man in white supposed to be very powerful? Why did he suddenly run away?"
"I thought I was going to see a spectacular battle today."
"Who knows? Maybe they were afraid of the Ghost Ancestor and ran away at the last minute."
"What a pity about those younger ones. They're all quite pretty, especially that girl in red—she's absolutely stunning."
"Beauty is fleeting. What good is beauty if you offend the Ghost Clan?"
……
These words were like tiny needles, piercing the hearts of Ning Shuang, Yang Rui, and Hua Nian.
Yang Rui was pale and coughing with his hand pressed to his lips.
Ning Shuang rubbed her waist with both hands, looking annoyed.
Hua Nian's gaze was deep and somber.
The Ghost Ancestor slowly descended outside the formation, looking down at the four trapped people, Hu Xiaoman and the others, with eyes as if he were looking at four corpses.
"Humph!"
"Hand over my grandson, and I might consider giving you a quick death."
As he spoke, he scanned Hu Xiaoman with his divine sense, but his brows furrowed tightly.
strangeness.
He had just seen with his own eyes that the girl was choking Xiao'er with her hand.
But now, he could not sense Xiao'er's presence at all.
It was as if it had vanished into thin air.
This girl must possess a spatial magic treasure that can block divine sense from probing her!
Thinking of this, the greed in the eyes of the Ghost Ancestor intensified.
The ghostly patriarch Mei Zhentian, who was standing beside him, and three elders with profound auras whose specific cultivation levels could not be discerned, also came up.
Of these three elders, one was as thin as a bamboo pole, but his eyes shone brightly, and he was known as the "Ghost Eye Elder".
One of them was as strong as an iron tower, with muscles bulging all over his body. He was the "Overlord Elder" who specialized in physical techniques.
The last person was an old woman with a sinister face, leaning on a snake-headed cane. She was the "Snake Elder," the most skilled poison user in the Ghost Clan.
Mei Zhentian looked at Hu Xiaoman and sneered, "Without that man backing you up, let's see how long you can be so arrogant."
Elder Ghost Eyes chuckled, his voice sharp and piercing: "Little brat, killing you is easier than crushing an ant."
The Elder of the Overlord spoke in a deep, booming voice, like muffled thunder: "Kneel down now and hand over the spatial magic treasure and Young Master Mei, and we might let you die with some dignity."
Elder Snake Scorpion didn't speak, but instead looked at Hu Xiaoman with her murky eyes, as if she were looking at an interesting test subject.
Faced with such a desperate situation, Ning Shuang was no longer so afraid.
She leaned close to Yang Rui's ear and whispered, "Fourth Senior Brother, do you think it's too late for us to surrender now?"
Yang Rui leaned weakly against Hua Nian, rolled her eyes upon hearing this, and complained listlessly, "Fifth Junior Sister, do you think they look like they would accept surrender?"
"Didn't you hear? They want to make sure Junior Sister dies 'dignified'."
Hua Nian clenched her fists nervously and whispered, "Fifth Senior Sister of Miss, we can't surrender!"
"Even if we surrender, they won't let us go."
Despite their pessimistic remarks, the three of them moved in unison.
Ning Shuang took out a handful of colorful pill bottles from her storage bag.
Yang Rui gripped the white jade flute tightly in his hand, not knowing where it came from.
Hua Nian also drew a gleaming short sword.
The three of them tacitly protected Hu Xiaoman in the middle, forming a small defensive circle.
The Ghost Ancestor's gaze fell on Ning Shuang, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips: "Little girl of the Ning family, I'll give you a chance."
“Come out now and sever ties with these people, and I might spare your life for your father’s sake.”
"Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"When your father comes knocking on your door, all I can say is that you've brought this upon yourself!"
Ning Shuang's face instantly turned bright red.
She straightened her back and stood still, without taking a single step back.
"I bother!"
"You old geezer, stop trying to sow discord here!" Ning Shuang puffed out her cheeks and shouted, "To tell you the truth, they are my fellow disciples."
"If you want to hurt them, you'll have to step over my dead body first!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Rui felt a warmth in his heart, and a look of gratitude appeared on his pale face.
Although Fifth Junior Sister is usually unreliable, she is very loyal when it matters!
However, his feeling of being touched didn't last three seconds before he heard Ning Shuang weakly add, "Of course, before that, you'd better beat up my fourth senior brother first. He's tough and can take a beating!"
Yang Rui: "..."
He couldn't catch his breath and almost coughed himself to death on the spot.
He forced back the tears of emotion, clutched his chest, and coughed violently, his handsome face turning a deep purplish-red.
He raised a trembling hand, pointed at Ning Shuang, and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
"Fifth...Fifth Junior Sister, you..."
Ning Shuang stuck out her tongue and chuckled, "Fourth Senior Brother, I'm your junior sister too."
"It's only natural for a senior brother to protect his junior sister."
Yang Rui: “…”
That brat makes a lot of sense.
Upon hearing Ning Shuang's words, a hint of surprise flashed in the Ghostly Ancestor's turbid eyes: "Senior brother and sister?"
"Are you from the same sect?"
Ning Shuang stiffened her neck and answered loudly, "That's right!"
"We are all disciples of the Kunlun Sect!"
"My master is the patriarch of the Kunlun Sect, my senior brothers are all geniuses, and my junior sister is a genius among geniuses!"
"What, scared now!"
"If you're scared, then release us right now."
The Kunlun Sect is the number one sect in the world, with a resounding reputation.
To everyone's surprise, the disciples of the Ghost Clan exchanged glances and burst into laughter in unison.
"Hahahaha! Kunlun Sect?" A disciple laughed so hard he almost fell over, tears welling up in his eyes.
"I thought it was someone important, but it turns out to be just that stray dog that's been almost wiped out!"