In front of the cave, a storm fell into the sky.

Dark clouds shrouded, the barren mountains seemed to be chaotic, and only when lightning and thunder were there a little bit of a trend of desolate barren mountains. But immediately after, countless raindrops, covering the scarce thunder, fell endlessly.

Rushing.

In the blink of an eye, thunder and lightning did not stop, and the storm was raging.

Hiss!

In front of the cave, Mu Liu's mouth couldn't be opened at all, and he only felt that the invisible inspiration suppressed the actual ghost body, and he could only make angry and resentful sounds.

Hate!

It's so hateful!

In response to its hatred, there was only one slap in the face.

Han Dong gently dusted off his light blue trench coat, rotated his left palm, and urged inspiration: "I'm asking you what you think about this, not for you to look at me - if you don't understand Chinese, it's better to go to the West." ”

Syllable!

The glowing palm of the hand slapped into the air.

Just like the ancient jade seal of Huaguo, the whole body is crystal clear, the inside and outside contain majesty, and the flip is almost comparable to the collapse of the sky, which makes the sect-level ghosts and monsters have an irresistible feeling.

"Why?"

"The title of the third step Martial Sect Realm is afraid that there is no such domineering inspiration. Meroku was so frightened that his eyes froze, and he could only watch as the slap landed on the ghost's body.

Click.

Before dying.

It could hear a crisp sound clearly.

In a trance, falling into darkness, Mu Liu seemed to see a existence that supported the heavens and the earth, dragging the swirling storm in his palm, swinging light blue battle armor, and coming from above the Nine Heavenly Gates.

So far.

Eye Six died, and Eye Seven died long ago.

"Han!Dong!"

A brutal roar permeated the barren mountains. In addition to the eyes of the eight eyes and nine of the world's proud battles, and the eyes of the six eyes and seven who had just been killed, the second of the barren mountain, the fourth of the eyes and the fifth of the eyes rushed out.

Their names are extremely concise.

But within the ghosts, all the ghosts that can have a name are at least sect-level ghosts, and they must have special attributes - for example, after the ghosts of the Mu clan reach the sect level, their eyes manifest the strange shape of the three-dimensional star.

"Damn. ”

"The murderer who killed Mu Bamu Jiu dared to come to our Mu Clan's territory. "The three of them were hovering around the barren mountain in a hurry, not dealing with Han Dong at all, and they were busy saving the rest of the Mu Clan's ghosts.

As for Han Dong, he will definitely die!

They had already awakened the one who was cultivating inside the mountain, and they would definitely be able to kill Han Dong.

Hiss!

The expansion of the second eye turned into a ghostly body, covering an area within a radius of 100 meters, providing the dawn of the darkness for the ghosts of the Mu clan who died in panic, and allowing them to see the hope of survival.

It's all the same.

They sheltered as many ghosts as they could, gritted their teeth, and stared at Han Dong with an indifferent face, eager to tear apart Han Dong's soul thinking.

"How many died?"

"At least hundreds of tragic deaths...... If it weren't for the thunderstorm that weakened our perception, how could we barely detect it until Han Dong sneaked in?"

It could barely hold back the tyranny in its heart.

Last month, Megokunine died...... And Mero-Mu-seven has just died...... They have been severely damaged and are bound to decline for hundreds of years.

But Meji believes.

As long as the eyes are there, it is absolutely impossible for them to be extinct, because the eyes are the biggest ghosts!

"Huh?"

"Three sect-level ghosts?"

Han Dong looked at it and was slightly disappointed.

The memories of his previous life were extremely profound, and coupled with his current senses, he could easily distinguish between these three sect-level ghosts and the one he was looking for, there were slight differences.

But.

He didn't bother to hunt down some common goblins.

For the current Han Dong, the ghosts below the sect level are really weak, and even if they stare at them with all their might, they can stare at the ghosts to death, how can they be entangled with them?

"My time is precious. ”

"You have avoided the storm, but what does it matter, even if you go to heaven and earth, you cannot avoid your destined death. ”

Han Dong put his hands behind his back, and his face was indifferent.

The next moment.

His legs were as straight as loose, like a giant pillar standing on a barren mountain, he inhaled slowly, and his chest collided for a few points, even if it was not far behind Ling Qianyun, and even made the dark clouds of the sky into a slightly convex funnel shape.

This breath holds a large amount.

"What does he want to do?" Mu Er and Mu Si Mu Wu were all vigilant, their ghost bodies churning, ready to deal with Han Dong at any time.

But the next moment.

Their hideous eyes froze.

"Mountain!"

Han Dong raised his head and roared, like a sonorous sun.

As the sound waves swept away, the formless and insubstantial inspiration also expanded in all directions, like a circle of ripples of Ambilight, with the light blue figure as the center, spreading around, circulating internal force and inspiration, with unparalleled lethality.

That's right.

If you can stop the storm, you can't stop the sound waves!

"Mountain!" "Mountain!" "Mountain!"

Like the sound of a roaring cloud, it went straight up to the sky where the dark clouds were piling up, almost shaking the endless pitch-black dark clouds.

Follow.

The sound waves, carrying internal forces and inspiration, crashed into the bottom of the dark clouds, and with a more violent trend, enveloped the entire barren mountain with no one and only ghosts.

"No!"

Meji roared wildly, trying to wake him up.

But.

Disaster has struck.

Wherever the long howling sound wave passed, it destroyed a wide variety of withered trees, shook countless pieces of gravel and dust, and killed all the ghosts below the sect level.

Pong!Pong!Pong!

No matter how much they wailed and struggled, their ghost bodies were like empty bubbles, bursting with a bang, and suddenly began to disappear, and they could never withstand such a large-scale killing.

"Why?"

The four ghost bodies were churning, and they were furious.

Han Dong roared into the air and directly exterminated their Mu Clan ghosts. And there were only three of them left in the vast and empty barren mountain, and there was a sense of desolation and sadness.

At this very moment.

"Why?"

Han Dong's figure was like a phantom, soaring into the air like lightning, and his left fist seemed to be holding a giant hammer with a dazzling light: "Because fate is destined for me to kill you." ”

Phew.

Inside the left palm, there is an inspiration brewing, as if it is giving birth to earth-shattering power.

"Run!"

"This man is fierce and invincible, let's wait—" Meji hurriedly reminded, but it was too late.

Han Dong, who was wearing a light blue windbreaker, stepped into the wind.

The left palm was like a giant weightlifting hammer, smashing down.

Disheveled!!!

The body of the four ghosts was burning, and he showed a terrible and unspeakable ghost ability, barely withstanding the drop of his left palm, and roared: "You dare to kill our Mu clan, you are dead, no one in heaven and earth can save you!"

"Got it!"

"You know what!"

Mu Si was probably crazy and pounced on Han Dong.

Rao is sect-level ghost has extraordinary wisdom, and Mu Si can't bear it, so he must kill Han Dong in front of him alive.

"Huh. ”

Han Dong suddenly reached out his hand, and his voice was faint: "I don't understand." ”

Bang!

Han Dong grabbed it, and his left palm, which was like a jade luster, collapsed and consolidated his internal force, injecting a blazing inspiration, trembling violently, and rushing forward.

No moves are required, and no tricks are required.

Moment.

The left palm pierces through the air and meets the four ghost bodies.

Click!

The actual ghost body of the fourth eye was suddenly slapped by Han Dong, as if a scarlet watermelon that was shattered exploded in the air.

"Ahhh

Mu Si struggled and roared.

It burned its own body and ghost energy, even if the real title Martial Sect Realm was in front, it had to cover its mind shakyly, but Han Dong actually had no effect.

"Impossible!"

Me4 struggles to recover his body and tries to merge with Meji and Mego next to him.

Rumble!

Han Dong slapped it down.

The clan-level ghosts and ghosts of the Mu clan, the four of them, and the ghost bodies completely collapsed and turned into dust in the wind.

"Alright. ”

"I'm missing the two of you. ”

With a cold and unpredictable voice, the seemingly ordinary jade right palm, glowing with the crystal clear internal force of the Martial Sect Realm, crossed hundreds of meters, and instantly grabbed the fifth eye.

Like the giant claws of the heavenly dome patrolling the earth, it is irresistible.

"Hello. ”

Han Dong smiled and stared at Mu Wu, its scarlet ghost body was frightened into a cloud of cotton, where was the terrifying aura of a sect-level ghost.

"Don't, don't kill me. "Five eyes and three words.

It has intelligence, but it also has emotion, and of course does not want to die.

Moreover, this contemporary Tianjiao of Huaguo is simply a strong mess, stepping into the sky and descending on the storm, the long howling sound wave destroys the vitality, and the slap ends the eyes four.

"There will be no time after that. ”

Han Dong was expressionless, he was born as a human, how could he sympathize with ghosts?

Just look at these shining and colorful palms, light and fluttering like clouds and mist, but in fact, they thunderously close to each other, squeezing the air in the middle of the palms, as if pressing the air between the palms to make drastic changes.

All the air was boiling, and the wind was rioting.

The huge explosion was endless, spreading all around.

Bang!

In an instant, his palms were put together, and he killed Mu Go, who was trying to beg for mercy.

"You're the only one left. ”

Han Dong put his left hand behind his back and looked back at Mu Er.

Disheveled!

Without any hesitation, he blasted out his right fist like lightning and thunder, the fist was immense, and the fist changed eleven times, like an intercontinental missile tracking everything, drawing an ethereal and unpredictable curve, which happened to be imprinted in the center of the ghost body of the second eye.

"What?"

"How is that possible?"

Meji couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

In terms of movement speed alone, it was far superior to the eyes that died in Han Dong's palm, and even ordinary bullets could not catch up with its traces.

Disheveled!!!

The fist prints the ghost body, and the inspiration collapses.

Rao is a ghost comparable to the high-ranking martial arts realm, and under this punch, he has to die on the spot.

Hiss!!!

Meji let out a terrible roar, and the glowing inspiration seeped into the inside of the ghost's body, like an imprint of the overlapping of the unreal and the real.

It's a fusion of shock and inspiration.

Syllable!

Half of the ghost body of the second eye exploded directly.

"What inspired you?"

"In another three or five years, my second eye is bound to become a great ghost, and now it is definitely not an ordinary sect level, and I was almost killed by Han Dong with a punch?"

Meji couldn't help but feel hopeless.

He's dead.

The whole barren mountain is dead.

"Die. ”

Without giving Mu Er a chance to breathe, Han Dong suddenly clenched his fists, stood sideways, his legs seemed to be rooted in mid-air, and his right fist slammed out.

Fifty meters apart, one hit kills two!

The fist is overwhelming, and the vibration is breathing through the air!

With Han Dong's martial arts heritage, the mystery is in the heart, and the strength is harmonious. Rao is a hundred meters away, and he can also kill the sect-level demons alive, not to mention the relatively weak ghosts.

"Damn humans!"

"I'm not reconciled!"

Meji was in complete despair, trying to dodge the shock that stretched through the air, but he couldn't.

Just as it's going to die—

"Wai Neng!"

The mysterious and secluded command echoed around.

The air around Meji suddenly drilled out countless lines, all of which were pure ghost energy, converging in front of Meji, and withstanding Han Dong's air-penetrating vibration.

"Meichi!"

Meji wailed.

"Sorry, I'm late...... But believe me, I will torture Han Dong to death to comfort our Mu clan. Like the murmur of flowing water, it sounded behind Han Dong, followed by the pitch-black grid that covered the dark clouds, rampantly shrouded down, covering Han Dong's entire body.

Darkness swept through the world.

A terrible catastrophe is born.

The big ghost and the monster are coming, and the silence is coming!

——

The fourth is more present!