An ominous, icy aura flowed from the talisman.
For corpse cultivators in particular, the suppressive power of a ghost king carried an unimaginable intimidation.
The sixth-grade Ghost King Talisman was also of supreme grade. Once activated, it could summon a ghost king at the peak twelfth layer of the Void Refinement Realm to fight.
It lasted two hours!
Unless someone dispersed it with immense magic power, this ghost king would fight for its master for a full two hours.
Killing the fellow at the ninth layer of the Void Refinement Realm before him was a certainty nailed to the board.
It was more than enough!
"Good stuff!"
Zhou Qingmei looked solemn. "Is this a yin ghost talisman?"
He Pingsheng said, "That's right. All you need to know is that this is a sixth-grade offensive talisman, and its quality is supreme grade..."
"I believe you can weigh that up yourself!"
"Hehehehe..." Zhou Qingmei laughed aloud. "Indeed, once you activate that talisman, I certainly won't be able to withstand it!"
"But you're only at the seventh layer of the Spirit Transformation Stage now. Your divine sense is insufficient, so you'll need at least three breaths to activate it!"
"Three breaths is enough for me to tear you to pieces a hundred times!"
"Let's see just what makes you capable of summoning this ghost king!"
Whoosh...
The next instant!
Zhou Qingmei turned into a black shadow and hurtled toward He Pingsheng to attack.
Her speed was breathtaking.
Yet before she reached He Pingsheng, she saw a black malevolent ghost suddenly emerge from his body. The ghost merely raised a hand and pushed lightly, blasting Zhou Qingmei more than a thousand zhang away and slamming her hard against the golden membrane of the formation.
The formation's membrane bounced her back, and she fell to