Chapter 1477 The Name of the Lord of Miserable Luck

Ye Ling's appearance made the horrified monks recognize him at a glance!

When they gathered around the entrance of the treasure cave to grab the treasure, they saw this mysterious man wearing a big-headed doll with a smiling face mask.

Those guys who were poisoned by the weird corpse poison called him Lord Mildew!

It turns out that the owners of these golden elixir beasts, as well as the master of the corpse puppets who brought great pressure to them, turned out to be the God of Mold!

"Lord Mold God!"

"I didn't expect Lord Mold to be here. I don't mean to offend you, so I'm going to leave now!"

"Your Excellency, Lord Mold, please accept my greetings!"

All the monks fell to their knees and hurriedly paid homage.

Ye Ling shouted in a low and majestic voice: "Get out!"

For a moment, the monks who came to hunt for the treasure all dispersed and rolled and crawled out of the tomb passage, wishing they could grow wings and leave this place far away.

The red-fire green-tailed leopard didn't know the master's reputation until now. He drove everyone away as soon as he showed up. He couldn't help but be fascinated: "No wonder the little girl on the second floor of the underground palace called the evil star master Mold God. It turns out that the master's This name is very resounding!”

Ye Ling held the scroll of Shuifu, and with his spiritual consciousness, he used the ink dots in the painting to point at the soul shadow of Gongshu Xun in the pavilion in the mountain. In this way, he soaked in the thick ink, drained Gongshu Xun's soul power, and tried to control Gongshu Xun's black robe again. Skeletons.

But this skeleton could only barely stand up staggeringly, and fell to the ground after not being able to sustain a few breaths.

"Insufficient soul power!" Ye Ling thought to himself, and soon understood that it was not that Gongshu Xun's soul was not strong enough, but because of his own limited cultivation, the brush in the painting did not dip enough ink shadows, and the ink shadows he drew were The soul power is not enough to control the puppet.

In the world in the painting, whether it was the soul of the silver dragon, the devil, or the snake king Mo Ying, they saw the brush from outside the sky twice touching the pavilion in the mountain, and the ink shadow was directly taken away, and Gongshu Xun's screams echoed. In the entire Shuifu world, Dragon Soul is terrified!

"This is the method of extracting the soul!" The dragon soul subconsciously dived into the water, not daring to show its head again, for fear that it would also be touched and lose more soul power.

The devil trembled and became even more respectful to his master, looking up to the sky and worshiping him.

Snake King Mo Ying was also affected by it, especially seeing that even Lord Silver Dragon was afraid, let alone it, so he quickly followed him to pay homage.

As for the remaining souls of Demon Lord Zhangzu and Haima, their souls are the weakest and almost transparent. It would only take a single stroke to pull out the souls, and they would be completely gone, which is even more frightening.

Ye Ling's consciousness swept across the scrolls of Shuifu, and he only glanced at them. Seeing fear in their eyes, he stepped back, put away the demon-sealing diagram, and turned around to tell the red-fire green-tailed leopard: "Carry the bones. Keep patrolling!"

The red-fire green-tailed leopard immediately nodded in agreement: "I will obey my master's order! I will go through fire and water, even if I die!"

The old catfish demon and the green and black fish demon also quickly bowed and saluted, watching their master return to the formation.

At this time, Bingdie ignored the hot air hitting her face and was carefully filling the top grade fire spirit stones under the giant wood spirit cauldron. Seeing that the master came back soon, she breathed a sigh of relief and replied: "Master, The fire was unstable, the cauldron was boiling, and the flames seemed to be overflowing."

Ye Ling pointed his fingers and kneaded the formula, controlled the fire, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter! If it were to make elixirs, the furnace would have exploded long ago. Fortunately, it's just boiling medicine. You go out and stay outside with the ancient barbarian puppets to avoid being burned by the heat. .