When facing the ghost king Yizhen monk, Huang Xiaolong sacrificed the Thousand Soul Flags, the banners were unfurled in the yin wind, hunting sounded, and the faces of thousands of powerful ghosts appeared, hooking the souls and asking for their lives, especially the female ghost of the Qing Dynasty, when she saw the enemy, she was even more red-eyed!

"Hahaha~~ Amitabha, it turns out that this slut was accepted by you..."Yizhen monk grinned, endlessly gloomy. "Yes, back then, it was the poor monk who spoiled this slut... However, since this slut is dead, why don't you go to reincarnation? Amitabha, good, good, poor monks and ghosts... Today, let the poor monk turn all of you damned things into a gift!

As soon as the words fell, the ghost king's true momentum skyrocketed, and the ghost qi on his body was like the water of decisive mention, pouring out, and the rich ghost qi turned into a Buddha statue several zhang high! This Buddha statue was pitch black and ghostly, and his eyes had been dug out, and in the hollow eye sockets, there were dense corpse insects wriggling, looking nondescript, gloomy, disgusting and terrifying.

A true monk sat cross-legged on the shoulders of the Buddha statue, holding a rosary, chanting in a low voice, between heaven and earth, the sound of chanting scriptures sounded. I saw that a large number of bald-headed ghosts appeared in the air, all holding three incense sticks in their hands, reciting sincerely. The sound of chanting is mixed with the weepings of countless souls who have died tragically, as well as the laughter that is not there.

As the saying goes, people chant scriptures to drive away evil spirits, and ghosts chant scriptures to attract evil, this wave of bald heads and ghosts chanting scriptures actually made the fierce aura on the body of a true monk soar to an extreme, and the wolf smoke rose to the sky!

"Ah~~Don't read it!Don't read it, I can't stand it~~~!!!"

Many of the slightly lower-level ghosts present all wailed and screamed, covered their ears with their hands, rolled on the ground, and soon burst open, and their souls were scattered.

Zheng He, who was on the stage, nodded slightly, a touch of praise appeared in his eyes, and muttered. "This ghost monk is very powerful, among the ghost kings, they all belong to a very strong existence, they are proficient in Buddhism during their lifetime, and they become ghosts after death, combining Buddhism with ghost arts, which is very good. This time, I want to see how this rebellious ghost king ends! Ghost monk, kill this ghost for this seat, and in the future, you will be the confidant of this seat, the right-hand man!"

This ghost chanting scripture, Huang Xiaolong didn't pay any attention to it, as soon as his mind moved, the ghost qi on the Thousand Soul Banner steamed, fierce and fierce, and exuded a black hole-like vortex-like suction force.

Puff~~Puff~~Puff~~Puff~~Puff~~

One by one, the bloody ghost hands came out of the Thousand Soul Flags, grabbed the bald ghosts who were chanting the scriptures, and the lightning dragged them into the Thousand Soul Flags.

That is, in an instant, the sound of the ghost chanting sutra that echoed between heaven and earth came to an abrupt end.

You must know that Huang Xiaolong's Thousand Soul Banners have devoured a large number of Yin Soul Powerful Ghosts, and it has already become an extremely powerful magic weapon, and its power has doubled.

"How can this be reasonable! The poor monk will beat you to death!" On the shoulder of the Buddha statue, the murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the true monk, and with a wave of his hand, a big black palm directly suppressed it.

This big black palm, purely condensed by ghost qi, has almost a few acres of land, the texture of the palm is clearly visible, and, in the palm, bloody heads burst out, opening their mouths and roaring.

Rumble~~~!!!!

Before the ghost palm arrived, a large area of the ground was shaken out of the spider web-like cracks, and the ghosts who were watching the battle from all directions hurriedly dodged away in horror.

The female ghost of the Qing Dynasty ordered all the ghosts in the Thousand Soul Banner to condense the ghost qi into a ball, and also burst out a ghost qi big palm, which was shot out from the bottom to the top, and the ghost qi big palm of the monk Yizhen came to a positive hard shock.

Boom~~~~!!!!

This impact, like a meteorite colliding, erupted with a loud bang, and the entire mountain body of Dayan Mountain shook, and some stones flew out, and were shocked into powder by the ghost qi.

The ghost of the true monk's big palm was directly shocked into a messy ghost, and many of the powerful ghosts in the Thousand Soul Banner were also shocked to death, and the female ghosts of the Qing Dynasty were all poofed, spurting out a mouthful of yin blood, and they were also injured.

This time it was a lose-lose situation.

Huang Xiaolong put away the Thousand Soul Banner.

"Hahahaha~~~Ahahahaha~!" On top of the huge Buddha statue, Yizhen Monk looked at Huang Xiaolong condescendingly, "Why, your magic weapon was almost broken by the poor monk, what else do you have to do? The poor monk still has a lot of powerful hole cards, but he hasn't played them... Truly~~ Otherwise, release all your poisonous corpses, and the poor monks will be dealt with together!"

Yizhen monk stood up from the shoulder of the Buddha statue, the yin wind blew, the monk's robe rolled up, and the momentum was like a demon monk coming out of the abyss, which made people shudder.

"Hahaha~~~ Do you think I have no hole cards?" A sarcastic smile flashed in Huang Xiaolong's eyes.

I saw Huang Xiaolong wave his hand, and a huge monster stood up to the sky!

This monster is also several zhang high, and it is not much different from the Buddha statue formed by a true monk with ghost gas.

The whole body of this thing is as black as iron, glowing with a cold metallic luster, and a pair of huge bat-like wings grow on its back, covering the sky and the sun, and a pair of eyes exude a fierce red light, and the breath is breathtaking.

This is a killing machine! Even the ghost king will be torn to pieces by it in an instant!

Ghost puppets!

Huang Xiaolong released the ghost puppet!

You must know that this ghost puppet originally only needed to be cultivated with 1,000 powerful ghosts, but Huang Xiaolong re-cultivated it, and devoured a lot of powerful ghosts in the isolated island of Bermuda, Zheng He's mansion, including the ghost king, so that the ghost puppet grew wings and evolved even more terrifying, and it was incredible!

Huang Xiaolong jumped up and stood on the shoulder of the ghost puppet, looking at Yizhen Monk with a smile.

This situation and this scene are like an ancient battlefield, a Buddha statue, a ghost puppet, far away from each other, about to start an earth-shattering battle.

Countless ghosts and ghost kings present all widened their eyes in horror.

Qingqing, Xiaohong and other monsters, as well as Ming Kuan, Meng Jingling, Feng Hanyan, Ma Chuxia, all of them are dizzy, Huang Xiaolong's hole cards, but they are really played one after another, as if no one can see his depth clearly!

That Zheng He couldn't help but stand up and stare at the ghost puppet. "Okay! Such a ghost puppet has been sacrificed! If this seat gets this ghost puppet and re-cultivates it, it will inevitably make it a magic weapon that is fierce and unscrupulous!

Even Zheng He coveted Huang Xiaolong's ghost puppet!

Zheng He sat back down, the look of greed in his eyes even worse.

Monk Yizhen laughed and waved his hand, holding a sickle in his hand, one end of the handle of this sickle was pierced with a chain, and it roared angrily. "The heavens are decapitated, the earth is decapitated, the people are decapitated, the ghosts are decapitated, the soul is locked in the sickle, and the poor monk beheaded it!!!"

With a whoosh, the chain scythe flew directly towards Huang Xiaolong's great head!

"Jie Ji ~~ The poor monk used this sickle to cut off the heads of a thousand people, the heads of a thousand fierce ghosts, and it is the world's first-class murderous thing, and you are not dead?"

The sword qi that erupted from the sickle was like a match, miserable and miserable, and nothing was cut!

Huang Xiaolong grinned, but he didn't move, but one of the ghost puppet's bony hands grabbed it like lightning, grabbed the scythe in the air, and pinched it into pieces! The ghost qi overflowed from between the ghost puppet's fingers, and the ghost puppet opened its mouth violently, like a long whale playing in the water, swallowing up the scattered ghost qi, burping, and extremely ferocious.

"It seems that you don't need any real skills, and you can't destroy you... What about ghost puppets? Look at the poor monk's spell!!!" Yizhen monk didn't think he was angry, but smiled cruelly, "This is a spell created by the poor monk with a combination of Buddhism and ghost art~~桀桀桀~~ Death under this trick, you are considered to have died well - eight coffins to destroy ghosts !!!"

Boom~~Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~~

There were eight coffins and flew out directly.

These eight coffins were the size of a palm at the beginning, but they rose in the face of the storm, and soon each one was several meters long and wide, as if it were eight buses!

The eight coffins are all made of pure yin wood, which is used to restrain ghosts, and the coffin lids are full of inscriptions and Sanskrit, and they are arranged one by one.

On each of these eight coffins, a picture is drawn.

These diagrams represent what Buddhism says, that all living beings have eight sufferings - the suffering of birth, the suffering of old age, the suffering of sickness, the suffering of death, the suffering of resentment, the suffering of love and separation, the suffering of not seeking and the suffering of the five extracts......

These eight coffins are dedicated to killing powerful ghosts, even ordinary ghost kings, as long as they are sucked into them, they will turn into ashes!

Seeing this move, even the ghost immortal Zheng He nodded again and again, and an expression of realization appeared in his eyes.

This true monk, as a ghost, actually blended Buddhism with ghost arts, and created such a trick by himself, it seems that it is indeed gifted.

"This ghost monk is the strongest ghost king today! Under this seat, there is an existence above ten thousand ghosts! In the future, you can also follow this seat, conquer the south and the north, establish a supreme ghost country, and be a supreme minister!" Zheng He's evaluation of the true monk is quite high.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, and the eight coffins surrounded Huang Xiaolong, and these coffins were all arranged in a formation according to the direction of the gossip, which was equivalent to forming a 'trapped array', trapping Huang Xiaolong in the middle, with wings and difficult to fly, and then closing the door and fighting! The next moment-

Bang!

The lids of the eight coffins were lifted at the same time!

Among the eight coffins, black light erupted at the same time, shining directly on Huang Xiaolong's body and the ghost puppet!

These black lights were meant to forcibly drag Huang Xiaolong and the ghost puppet into the coffin, and then directly refine and annihilate them into nothingness!

Click~~Click~~Click~~~

The huge ghost puppet was trapped by the chains formed by the black light, and was forcibly pulled. The ghost puppet chirped and struggled to resist it. But it seems to be gradually becoming a little overwhelmed.

Huang Xiaolong didn't move, reached into his arms, and directly took out a talisman seal!

This rune seal is not a Taoist rune seal, but an endless ghost qi!

The whole body of the rune seal is black, and it depicts a dense number of inscriptions! Every stroke of the inscription oozes a trace of ghostly energy, and it is extremely strange!

This is a "ghost talisman"!

Taoist priests have Taoist talismans, and ghosts naturally have ghost talismans.

Huang Xiaolong is a Yin Heavenly Son, how can there be anyone who can't draw ghost talismans? It's just that he usually has little interest in this thing, and if he wants to draw Taoist talismans, just now, a trace of thought entered the underworld, and let the powerful ghosts in the underworld temporarily draw a ghost talisman for him.

"A true monk, your eight coffins, it's not a big deal, see how I break your most proud ghost art!hahaha~~~"

Huang Xiaolong laughed loudly and directly threw the ghost talisman out!

Rumble~~~~~!!!!

This ghost talisman rose against the storm, as big as the heavens and the earth, and the inscription on it continued to distort, and then the entire ghost talisman exploded directly, turning into a shockwave of ghost qi, directly covering the eight coffins.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A terrifying loud bang!

This sound, like the explosion of an atomic bomb, a mountain, dazzling light, rolling thunder, lightning like a sword, flying fire, eight coffins, were blown to pieces!

The power of a symbol is terrifying!

But there is nothing surprising about this, the ghost who drew this talisman for Huang Xiaolong is about Lu Bu, Luo Cheng, Zhang Fei, Li Kui, this level, although it is temporarily drawn, but the ghost power and destructive power contained in it are also extraordinary.

"Poof~~~~~~~!!!!"

A true monk spurted out a mouthful of yin blood in the air, stood on the shoulder of the Buddha statue, covered his heart with his hand, and the ghost body swayed, as if it was about to fall.

You must know that these eight coffins were refined with the soul of a true monk, and when the coffin was destroyed, it was also seriously injured.

"How could this be?" Zheng He was shocked!

It originally thought that the eight coffins of Yizhen Monk were enough to easily kill Huang Xiaolong, but it never expected that Huang Xiaolong would blow up the eight coffins with just one ghost talisman!

A ghost talisman is actually more powerful than the magic weapon of a true monk!

Zheng He was a little confused!

It's a ghost, and its brain can't react a little!

"Ah~~!!! beast! You destroy the magic weapon of the poor monk! The poor monk is desperate with you!"

This rosary is made up of a total of 7749 skulls.

At this moment, the rosary burst open in the air, turning into forty-nine skulls, and rushed towards Huang Xiaolong!

Each skull became the size of a water tank, extremely vicious, like a bloodthirsty soul-devouring demon, opening its bloody mouth and threatening to tear Huang Xiaolong to pieces!

This is another magic weapon of a true monk!

This guy has really enough magic weapons, one after another, which makes people overwhelmed.

The other ghost kings who were watching the battle on the sidelines had to admit that Yizhen Monk, in the realm of ghost kings, was probably really invincible!

However, no matter what magic weapon the Yizhen Monk used, Huang Xiaolong was also a ghost talisman to break it. It's simple, it's easy!

Just now, the ghost in the underworld drew another ghost talisman for Huang Xiaolong.

Anyway, there are countless ghosts in the underworld, and a ghost can quickly draw a powerful ghost talisman for Huang Xiaolong in batches.

When it was too late, Huang Xiaolong threw out another ghost talisman.

Rumble~~~~~~~~~~!!!!

The ghost charm bursts!

The ghostly energy shockwave enveloped those skeletons and instantly devoured them, turning them into puffs of smoke!

This wave of ghost qi was still unsubsidising, and mushroom clouds rushed towards the huge Buddha statue and the true monk.

"Ah~~~~!!!"

Monk Yizhen didn't even have time to dodge, and he was suddenly entangled by the ghost qi shockwave.

Click~~Click~~Click~~Click~~~

The Buddha statue shattered like glass and exploded into powder, and the true monk was also scattered and could not die anymore.

In the silence, Huang Xiaolong lightly put away the ghost puppet, landed on his feet, and his gaze swept across the audience. "Who else?"

Quiet! It's eerily quiet in all directions!

No matter how ferocious the ghost was, no matter how crazy the ghost king was, he didn't dare to say anything now, and he didn't even dare to touch Huang Xiaolong's staring gaze!

Huang Xiaolong had killed several ghost kings one after another, as if he had already established a kind of coercion, and his methods were too strong, so that other powerful ghosts could only surrender.

At this time, Zheng He's gaze locked on Huang Xiaolong, and in its eyes, many things were brewing, and its expression also became a little complicated—anger, murder, distortion, greed, surprise......

Zheng He's fingers moved several times in a row, but in the end, it still suppressed the madness and anger in his heart, as well as the murderous intent.

Zheng He smiled. "Hahaha~~ Good! Good! Wonderful! Wonderful! This ghost king, it seems that you are the most powerful ghost king. That's it, this seat wants to establish a ghost country, and it is the time to use ghosts, so let's put down my prejudices and officially recruit you. You are qualified to be the confidant of this seat. In the future, this seat has established a ghost country, and you can become the prime minister of the ghost country, under one ghost, above ten thousand ghosts! How about it? This is an honor, don't you kneel down and thank you? Rest assured, this seat is not stingy, and after a while, I will give you some magic weapons to make you more powerful. ”

These words made many powerful ghosts look at Huang Xiaolong with jealous eyes.

In the end, Huang Xiaolong won the battle for the "henchmen" of this ghost immortal, and in the future, he will be the second-ranked ghost between heaven and earth!

Just under the ghosts!

In the future, in the ghost country, it will also be a high-powered existence!

"Hahahaha~~~~" Suddenly, Huang Xiaolong laughed, his laughter was full of ridicule and sarcasm, "You?let me kneel?hahahaha~~~~ Actually, today, I came to participate in this Ten Thousand Ghosts Conference, just to kill you, you know?Zheng He, right?hahahaha~~~~ Today, you are dead! I haven't killed the ghost fairy yet, I'm going to try it today!"

"What? How do you know the name of this seat before his death? You?" Suddenly, Zheng He only felt thrilled!

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