The thousand-handed ghost king with a height of 100 meters, smashed down with a thousand hands, even if it is a few hundred high-rise buildings, they will be destroyed by the Beiling ghost king, not to mention people.

"Danger!" the girl said as she pinched her pink fist.

The man smiled proudly, isn't this kid arrogant, forcing the ghost king of Beiling to use the ghost seal, now it's up to Mo Fan to do something.

Mo Fan was dressed in hunting clothes, his hair danced wildly, and he looked up at the thousands of big hands falling from the sky, but there was still no expression on his face.

"Are you ready?"

The Beiling Ghost King was slightly stunned, and the thousand hands also stopped, and the strong wind like a wave suddenly tightened.

"Why, boy, do you want to surrender, I'm sorry, you have already provoked this king, and you have not surrendered, unless you commit suicide, only death. The Beiling Ghost King smiled smugly.

The reason why the ghost seal has always been in his hands is because there are very few living people who know it.

Zhengyijiao knew that the ghost seal was in his hands, but he never dared to speak up, for fear that the ghost seal would be snatched away by others.

As for the others, none of the people who saw the ghost seal survived, and they were all killed by him.

Since Mo Fan saw the ghost seal, he could only die.

"Boy, are you going to commit suicide?" The Beiling Ghost King was not in a hurry to kill Mo Fan, and confirmed playfully.

The corners of Mo Fan's mouth curled slightly, and a smile that seemed to be a smile appeared at the corner of Mo Fan's mouth.

"I mean you're going to die?"

"Huh?" The Beiling Ghost King's face stiffened, and his brows froze.

"This king is ready for you to die. The Beiling Ghost King said angrily, and a thousand big hands fell with a bang.

Under the terrifying force, huge cracks appeared from the mountain, as if the big hands were tearing the mountain apart and tearing it into pieces.

"Your ability is not enough, and the ghost seal is not enough. Mo Fan said lightly, but his eyes were condensed.

"Ghost Lonely!" he stretched out one hand, which was not much different from the one finger just now, but it changed from one finger to five, and the palm that did not fluctuate the slightest aura slapped towards the Beiling Ghost King.

Around, the four elders and the man were stunned.

The ghost king has a thousand hands, and it is not strange to destroy a small town.

With a light slap, this kid is estimated to not even be able to shoot flies to death, and he can deal with the ghost king of Beiling.

"This kid treats the Beiling Ghost King as mud. Scar Daoist smiled.

"Who's to say it isn't?"

However, as soon as this Taoist priest's words fell, everyone's faces suddenly changed.

Although Mo Fan's hand slapped lightly, a small handprint touched the thousands of big hands in the sky, and the thousands of ghost hands that landed in the sky suddenly stopped, and the ghost king's face also became strange.

"Thousand illusions!" The thousands of arms immediately turned into black gas, wanting to step over Mo Fan's small handprint and press towards Mo Fan.

However, Mo Fan's hand was like a Chu River Han Realm, and thousands of illusory hands were insurmountable.

The Beiling Ghost King showed a cautious look on his face, he swallowed the ghost seal, and he already had the cultivation of the Ghost Emperor, that is, the God Realm, and he was unexpectedly defeated by this human kid.

"Boy, who the hell are you, how can you have such a strong force?"

He was confident that he could kill the four elders of the Zhengyi Sect with one punch, but he couldn't help this kid, this kid was definitely not an ordinary person.

"You just need you to know that I'm in front of us, but that's it, and then, pay for what you did. Mo Fan said coldly.

He stretched out his hand towards the Beiling Ghost King and gently pushed it forward, and the small handprint in mid-air suddenly disappeared, and when it reappeared, it had reached the chest of the Thousand-Handed Ghost King.

"Click...... like a crack in glass shattering appeared from the chest of the Beiling Ghost King, and quickly spread towards the huge noble body of the Beiling Ghost King.

Where it shattered, his body turned into a ghost like black smoke and disappeared into the air.

The Beiling Ghost King's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and an unprecedented panic appeared in his eyes.

He was once beaten by the head of the Zhengyi Sect with only one head left, and it took a long time to recover his ghost body, and he never had any panic.

This time is different, Mo Fan's seemingly ordinary palm directly destroyed his origin, and the origin was destroyed, and he couldn't condense the ghost body anymore.

Thinking of this, almost without hesitation, his body of a full hundred meters quickly shrank, became the size of an ordinary person, and knelt down in front of Mo Fan on the spot.

He knelt down, hid on the mountain, and all the ghosts knelt down together.

"This master, it is Xiao Wang who has no eyes, and he has offended you, Ghost Xi, if you want me, I can give it to you, as long as you let Xiao Wang go. The ghost king of Beiling put one hand on his chest, and said in a low voice, calling the king of this a little king.

Although he didn't know who this human kid was, it was definitely not something he could deal with.

If you don't bow your head at this time, you may really be disillusioned later.

He's been on the loose for hundreds of years, but he doesn't want to disappear completely.

"I gave you a chance, right?" Mo Fan said coldly.

He gave the Beiling Ghost King a glimmer of life, but the Beiling Ghost King didn't catch it.

"This ......," the Beiling Ghost King's gaze turned.

"Please give the master another chance, Xiao Wang must change his past mistakes, otherwise, even if Xiao Wang's soul is scattered, he will not give you the ghost seal. The Beiling Ghost King said stubbornly.

At this point, he had no choice but to do this.

Mo Fan's brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes followed a cold.

"Threaten me?"

"Sort of. The Beiling Ghost King raised his head slightly, and said with no fear.

Mo Fan came to hide the mountain, most of them for the ghost seal, and he only relied on the ghost seal if he wanted to survive.

Mo Fan's indifferent expression glanced at the Beiling Ghost King.

In order to improve his cultivation, the ghost king of Beiling doesn't know how many innocent people he has killed, and a hundred lives are not enough to die, and he still wants a chance to live.

"Opportunities are not something that can be given if you want to, especially an existence like you, you don't deserve me to give you a chance at all, as for the threat, you have to have that ability, burn!"

As soon as the word fell, the small handprint on the chest of the Beiling Ghost King suddenly ignited a blood-colored flame.

The Beiling Ghost King felt the flames in his body, his eyes suddenly opened, and his face was instantly full of horror.

"This, this is, ah, no ......"

Before he could finish speaking, blood-colored flames burst out of his chest, eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

Wherever the blood-colored flames went, the body of the Ghost King was as if a paper figure had been ignited, and the flames burned a little less.

It was only a moment's effort, and the ghost king didn't even have room to struggle, so he burned to ashes in front of the eyes of a group of people in the Zhengyi Sect.

The blood-colored flames burned the Beiling Ghost King to the ground, and the black ghost seal was suspended in mid-air alone.

Mo Fan didn't look at the people of the Zhengyi Sect, and stretched out one hand to the ghost seal, and the ghost seal was just about to fly towards his hand.

"Wait. The scar Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly.

The others also reacted, and the figures of the four appeared around Mo Fan in a flash.

"What, you want to snatch this ghost seal from me?" Mo Fan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

"It's not to rob, I'm thinking about the Great Elder of the Zhengyi Sect, this ghost seal is the ancestral heirloom of our Zhengyi Sect, and it was snatched away by Beiling, so please return the ghost seal to its original owner, and the Zhengyi Sect is grateful. Tianji Daoren said coldly. Although he asked Mo Fan to return to his original owner, he didn't look like he was begging for someone, but seemed to be ordering Mo Fan.