Chapter 200: Collecting the Ghost King

The armored ghost king who broke out of the banner roared and rushed towards Su Jingtong in midair.

Su Jingtong's eyes were stern, and he did not dare to delay for a moment, and hurriedly urged the black flag again.

The small flag turned into a height of ten feet, and fell directly into the deep pit in the center of the courtyard below.

At the same time, Su Jingtong also fell quickly to avoid the attack of the armored ghost.

He kept pinching the magic formula in his hand.

The other four members of the Su family also pinched the magic formula and hit the formation.

Suddenly, the whole courtyard was filled with blood.

The blood gradually became stronger, dyeing the dark night sky blood red.

The armored ghost king who was rushing towards Su Jingtong suddenly felt a huge force like a mountain pressing down on his body.

The armored ghost king suddenly slowed down, and his movements suddenly became slow.

The blood pupils revealed in the gap of the helmet suddenly burst out with endless hatred.

This feeling was too familiar to it. It was this force that had pressed it into the dark, empty underground for thirty years.

Unwilling to be captured, the Armored Ghost King waved the giant sword in his hand.

Suddenly, the wind blew violently, like a turbid wave emptying out, intending to resist the power of the formation.

However, this formation was not something that it, with its pseudo-third-level strength, could resist. No matter how it urged its ghost energy, it could not escape the control range of the formation. It was gradually pulled into the deep pit and fell deep into the ground.

Su Jingtong's face lit up, and he quickly changed the spell in his hands.

He shouted "Seal!"

Deep in the pit, there was a small platform with a ghost flag a foot high inserted in the center of the platform.

Suddenly, a blood-red transparent barrier suddenly lit up on the platform, covering the entire platform, and the Armored Ghost King was also sealed inside it.

Su Jingtong's expression relaxed, and he walked to the edge of the cave and looked down.

The armored ghost was constantly hitting the blood-colored barrier, but it was difficult to shake it at all.

The other four members of the Su family also breathed a sigh of relief, and urged their body movements to gather towards the deep pit, but were stopped by Su Jingtong's words.

"In order to avoid more trouble, we should make a concerted effort to collect this ghost into the ghost flag."

"You continue to activate the formation and help me."

All five of them sat cross-legged and continued to pinch the spell.

In the deep pit.

The blood-red light of the ghost flag was very bright, and a terrifying suction force came from the ghost flag, pulling the armored ghost king into the flag.

The armored ghost king kept waving the ghost sword in his hand, and the black sword energy condensed by the ghost energy was like a rainbow, sharp and unmatched, like a violent storm, and it kept slashing out, trying to shatter the blood light and cut off the ghost flag.

In an instant, on the small platform, the blood light and the dark ghost energy intertwined, and the fight was indistinguishable.

As time passed, the armored ghost king's resistance gradually became weaker.

The five members of the Su family also looked pale, and their spiritual power was seriously depleted.

The armored ghost king finally couldn't resist and was taken into the ghost flag.

"Huh!"

The mission was accomplished, and Su Jingtong, who had been holding his breath, couldn't help but relax.

His spiritual power was almost exhausted, and he had been pinching the spells just now, which made him feel like his fingers were cramping.

However, everything was worth it!

Now that the ghost king has been taken into the ghost flag, as long as he spends some time to completely refine the ghost king, he can command this pseudo third-level ghost king like an arm.

The ancestor is now approaching the end of his life, and the Su family is in turmoil. The clan leader Su Anping and the elder Su Wenshi are fighting openly and secretly for power and profit.

As the third elder of the Su family, he is not as good as the two in cultivation and status, so he naturally has no qualifications to compete with the two.

But now the situation is different.

With the help of this pseudo third-level ghost king, he has become the strongest fighting force of the Su family except the ancestor, and is qualified to compete with the two.

It was worth it that he had guarded the Red Blood Crystal Mine for decades.

This was also the reason why he had never asked the Su family for help. He wanted to dominate the pseudo-third-level ghost king.

Su Jingtong showed a happy expression, as if he saw the Su family thriving under his control.

In an instant, his face suddenly became ugly.

A cold and cold wind blew from behind.

Turning his head, he saw that it was Jing Lu's second-level late ghost general, who was less than a hundred meters away from him.

Jing Lu stepped on the flying sword and followed the ghost general, also flying in the air to kill.

Su Jingtong was horrified. Jing Lu was not dead, nor did he flee far away. He had been hiding in the dark.

He now had less than 10% of his spiritual power. The other four members of the Su family were even worse. They had almost no spiritual power left. The pseudo-third-level ghost king they had just collected had not been refined yet and could not be used for the time being.

It seemed that he was in a desperate situation.

Su Jingtong gritted his teeth and urged the little remaining spiritual power in his body. The top-grade spiritual weapon flying sword flickered with dim light, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, and went straight to the ghost general.

He stepped on a flying sword and flew away immediately.

The other four members of the Su family also scattered like birds and beasts.

They knew that Jing Lu was coming for Su Jingtong. As long as they stayed away from Su Jingtong, Jing Lu would not be distracted to deal with them.

The four people did not fly the swords, but directly used their body skills to hide in the darkness behind them.

"Su Jingtong, you can't escape. Hand over the top-grade spiritual weapon ghost flag and the pseudo third-level ghost king obediently, and I will spare your life!"

Jing Lu shouted with some pride.

Because Su Jingtong's spiritual power was insufficient, he could not fully exert the power of the top-grade spiritual weapon flying sword, and the flying sword was easily blocked by Jing Lu's ghost general.

In Jing Lu's view, Su Jingtong was already trapped, and the top-grade spiritual weapon ghost flag and the pseudo third-level ghost king were already in his pocket.

Su Jingtong looked back and saw Jing Lu getting farther and farther away, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"It's not that easy to kill me!"

"I haven't been in the Red Blood Spirit Mine for the past few decades. A large number of miners die every year. Before the Ghost King sealed them here, the strong resentment of the miners was not wasted."

As he spoke, a white skull suddenly appeared in his hand.

The resentment on the skull was soaring, the yin energy was overwhelming, and it was extremely unstable, as if it would burst out at any time, turning the surroundings into a dark and desolate place.

Su Jingtong threw the skull with force.

The skull was not far in front of Jing Lu in an instant.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise.

The skull suddenly exploded, and boundless resentment and countless ghosts quickly swept out, like a black hurricane, sweeping towards Jing Lu and his ghost generals.

Jing Lu's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that Su Jingtong actually used the souls and resentment of countless miners to refine such a vicious one-time treasure.

He hurriedly drove the ghost general to charge at the hurricane of resentment, and turned around to escape on his sword.

The black hurricane whizzed past, and the ghost general was instantly swallowed up. Jing Lu also failed to escape and was also swept into it.

The hurricane was like a knife, instantly tearing Jing Lu's body-protecting spiritual power into pieces, and then tearing his flesh.

"Puff!"

Jing Lu spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Then, he was swept away by the hurricane.

The black hurricane came quickly and went quickly. After a moment, it dissipated, leaving only countless resentments, which filled the sky within a radius of more than ten miles, covering the bright moon and stars in the sky.

It seemed that those miners who died tragically were telling this world about their tragic and unfair lives.