Rebirth of the City Immortal

Chapter 126 Hundred Fantasy Soul Sealing
"Da da da!"

Dozens of semi-automatic weapons sprayed flames frantically, and the crowd in front of them fell down in rows like harvested wheat.

In fact, half of the security team died, and the rest were already dominated by fear. Now, once the fear is released, they all go crazy.

Blood sprays kept exploding on the audience, but the kobold had long since disappeared.

Mo Changsheng could see clearly that the kobold was only shot a few times at the beginning, and when it realized that it couldn't handle the bullets from the semi-automatic weapon, it immediately ran away.

But the security team were ordinary people and full of fear, so they didn't realize that the target had disappeared long ago until the bullets in the guns were exhausted.

"It seems that they can't solve it."

Mo Changsheng was about to make a move, but at this moment, a "buzzing buzzing" sound came from above his head.

Three military helicopters flew straight from a distance.

The kobold's strength is probably at the innate level, and even powerful firearms can kill it. Now that the military is here, it should be able to solve it.

After bowing his head and thinking for a moment, Mo Changsheng left here in a flash, and walked towards the entrance of the clubhouse.

As soon as he walked out of the Changping clubhouse, there was a violent explosion, and then the helicopter began to descend.

Seeing all this from a distance, Mo Changsheng was completely relieved, identified the direction, and hurried towards the city.

He didn't want to stay and be questioned by the officials. Now, he had more important things to do.

"Boss, in the middle of the night, you woke me up from my sleep and made me come to such a ghostly place without giving me a reasonable reason. Even if you are my boss, I can only bear it!"

I thought that Ouyang Fugui was going to say something threatening, but this guy finally gasped, and Mo Changsheng was so lucky that he didn't choke on his saliva.

Mo Changsheng glared at Ouyang Fugui angrily, and said, "How is your Hundred Illusions Soul Sealing Technique doing?"

Ouyang Fugui rolled his eyes, covered the back of his neck and said:

"No way, boss?! You called me to this barren mountain in the middle of the night just to ask me this?!"

Randomly found a local bag and sat down, Ouyang Fugui was helpless:
"The Hundred Illusions Sealing Soul Method requires the use of various souls to assist in cultivation to be the most effective. I have been working hard for a while, but... Boss, this is not a mass grave, right? Why do I feel so gloomy? ?”

Mo Changsheng's eyes flickered, and at the same time, he felt a chill hit his heart. After a little movement of Zhu Rong's Burning Heaven Art, the feeling disappeared.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Mo Changsheng said nervously, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Ouyang Fugui secretly smirked, then restrained himself in an instant, stared at Mo Changsheng's back in horror, and screamed:

"There is a ghost behind you!"

Mo Changsheng turned around cooperatively, opened his mouth and sprayed out a fire dragon, turning the illusion in front of him into nothingness. Then, with a slight flick of his finger, he also pointed at Ouyang Fugui's back, and said in horror:
"There are ghosts behind you!"

Ouyang Fugui clutched his stomach and laughed so hard:

"Haha, Boss, you've been fooled, look how frightened you are! Haha, that's just an illusion created by me, you really think this is a mass grave, unexpectedly, you're still afraid of ghosts, ouch, I'm dying of laughter!"

As he spoke, he calmed down slowly and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Mo Changsheng's expression was still very tense, his lips were trembling constantly:
"This is the mass grave!"

Ouyang Fugui froze, and looked at Mo Changsheng suspiciously. Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, his smile gradually disappeared, and he asked nervously:

"Boss, aren't you lying to me? Is this really a mass grave?"

Mo Changsheng nodded without hesitation.

"Then behind me, is there really a ghost?"

Mo Changsheng nodded again.

Ouyang Fugui turned around slowly and stiffly, then his pupils dilated instantly, and then, like a flea, he jumped straight out from the spot and went far away.

"Ghost!"

Behind him, there was a ghostly figure with disheveled hair, floating there silently.

Ouyang Fugui screamed and was about to run for his life, but suddenly remembered that his boss was still here, so he quickly jumped to his side, grabbed Mo Changsheng and was about to run away.

The smirk on Mo Changsheng's face finally became clear: "Idiot, you are a soul cultivator, how can you be afraid of ghosts!"

"Soul cultivators are not afraid of ghosts, but soul cultivators who have only practiced for a few days are afraid!" Ouyang Fugui wanted to cry without tears: "Boss, you are really my dear boss, you called me to the mass grave in the middle of the night, look, Damn it!"

Looking around in a panic, Ouyang Fugui said in doubt: "It's weird, what about that ghost image, I clearly saw it."

Suddenly, he noticed the smirk on Mo Changsheng's face, and shouted angrily: "Boss, you lied to me!"

Mo Changsheng finally couldn't collapse anymore, he burst out laughing.

Ouyang Fugui finally understood: "This is not a mass grave, the ghost just now was also created by you, the boss, right? I really am"

Mo Changsheng smiled lightly and shook his head, "No, I didn't lie to you!"

Ouyang Fugui was stunned again: "What?"

"This is indeed a mass grave," Mo Changsheng said quietly, "The thing just now is indeed a ghost in the eyes of the world!"

"What?!" Ouyang Fugui was dumbfounded: "Then why are you still staying here? Why don't you just slip away!"

As he said that, he planned to drag Mo Changsheng away: "Even if you want to deal with this ghost, Boss, you have to wait until I have completed the first level of my Hundred Illusions Soul Cultivation Technique. Don't worry, when the time comes, I promise to take it away." Pack it up and be obedient!"

After chatting for a long time, he found that Mo Changsheng was motionless and full of smiles. No matter how stupid Ouyang Fugui was, he knew something was wrong.

"Here you are!" Mo Changsheng saw that his second guardian had finally recovered his IQ, and casually threw the soul-sealing bead containing the resentful spirit to him.

"This is the vengeful spirit that I caught by chance. With it, combined with the soul energy of this mass grave, you can practice the first level of the Imaginary Soul Sealing Technique tonight!"

Ouyang Fugui put away his idle look, took the Soul Sealing Orb solemnly, nodded gratefully to Mo Changsheng, and directly entered the cultivation state.

Mo Changsheng looked at his second protector appreciatively, still very satisfied in his heart.

In such a short period of time, Ouyang Fugui can create illusions, even if he is a natural soul master, he must put in a lot of effort to make it possible.

"When his Hundred Illusions Soul Sealing Technique reaches the first level, warriors below Xiantian will never be able to withstand his illusion. If you cooperate with this wraith, even if it is an ordinary Xiantian, it is impossible to be his. opponent."

Mo Changsheng was very sure that a cultivator could easily surpass a martial artist as long as he started to practice.

"When this guy tames this wraith, he must ask him what is going on in the Changping Club."

(End of this chapter)