When luck came, there really was no stopping it; this pie falling from the sky had smashed him squarely on the head.
All sorts of thoughts flashed through the Ghost Messenger's mind, and his face brimmed with delight.
But he also knew that although his luck was truly quite good, whether he could seize the opportunity before him would still depend on his performance next.
If Yellow Springs Ghost Mother eliminated Lin Kid, or if the remaining ghosts of the Five Ghosts of Youtan came charging over here, then all his planning would go down the drain.
A swift battle and quick victory was the only choice!
Only by taking Asura's head before that happened would he have a chance to show his face before Corpse King Jinyue.
Thinking of the benefits he could gain after succeeding, his whole body could not help growing hot, and an exceptionally greedy expression appeared on his face.
A shrill howl entered her ears. His figure spun in place, and countless blood-red wisps of Yin Energy emerged, then condensed into bone spikes each about an inch long.
As if fired by powerful bows and heavy crossbows, they became a rain of flowers filling the sky, shooting fiercely toward Yue'er.
"Petty tricks!"
Although Yue'er had only just advanced, she naturally would not take such a probing attack seriously. Her jade hand lifted slightly, and the Mysterious Yin Treasure Box flew from her grasp. Then the little girl's hands danced like butterflies weaving through flowers, and countless mysterious hand seals emerged one after another.
A clear ringing burst out, and an inconceivable scene appeared.
The Mysterious Yin Treasure Box surged with halos of light, its surface flashing with five-colored glassy radiance, then it actually transformed into glittering shields one after another. They crisscrossed and danced before