The ghost has no morality to talk about, three to one, and they don't feel that there is any shame or anything like that, at this time, the two leathermen, and the paper tie are already standing in the shape of a product, and they are confronted by Huang Xiaolong!

This battle, for these three ghost kings, there is no room for loss!

One is to avenge the sibling executioner ghost king.

What's more, the Ghost Immortal Zheng He had already ordered them to kill Huang Xiaolong, if they couldn't fight one of the three, then they would probably anger Zheng He and suffer a devastating blow.

At this time, the momentum of the three ghost kings was almost condensed together, and the yin qi around them was rolling, and slowly sinking, covering a layer on the ground, and it staggered, like quicksand, spreading towards Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong stood still, letting the Yin Flowing Sand cover the surface of his feet, and soon, from the Yin Quicksand, skulls poked out one after another, wailing miserably.

"You killed the executioner, then, you will be scattered today!" The ghost king smiled fiercely, and suddenly, between its eyebrows, it cracked directly, revealing a strange eyeball!

This eyeball, the size of a walnut, rolled around, emitting a ghostly light.

These ghostly lights shone on Huang Xiaolong's body in unison, as if they wanted to peek through all the flaws and secrets in Huang Xiaolong's body, and see them all clearly, and there was nothing to hide!

"Heh~~ still want to watch me?" Huang Xiaolong grinned.

At the center of the eyebrows, the eyeballs that appear are its tricks!

The ancient work is equivalent to the modern forensic doctor and coroner, the work is hereditary, and the descendants have a great probability of yin and yang eyes. This yin and yang eye can not only perform autopsy, but also communicate with the yin spirit. Legend has it that Bao Qingtian's mother is a servant, so Bao Zheng can communicate with ghosts and investigate cases, like a fish in water. Bao Qingtian breaks the sun in the day, breaks the yin in the night, judges people and ghosts, and people and ghosts, which is not trivial.

The first function of this ghost king is to see all the details of other ghosts and ghosts! For example, how he died, what the ghost is, what the flaws are, what the weaknesses are, what the magic weapon is, what ghost art he is good at, and what tricks he has.

These, pretending to be a ghost king can be seen at a glance, as the so-called knowing oneself and knowing that the other is invincible, with this wonderful eyeball, it is almost easy to pretend to kill other ghosts.

In the eyeballs, the ghostly light that diffused did not have a substantial attack power, but to investigate Huang Xiaolong's void and reality.

Huang Xiaolong was also down-to-earth and generous, allowing him to be the ghost king's investigation.

Just kidding, just a ghost king, what other weaknesses can you see Huang Xiaolong?

Sure enough, the eyes of the ghost king quickly flashed with an extremely shocked expression, and he said abruptly. "What's going on? What's going on? I... I can't even see it at all... All I saw was a ghostly aura, and I couldn't see through it... Nothing to see......"

"Forget it, there's no need to investigate!Kill it!" The paper man ghost king was extremely irritable, and with a wave of his hand, the paper was black and white, and he pounced on Huang Xiaolong!

The paper was black and white, and he held up the mourning stick and smashed it towards Huang Xiaolong's head.

The violent ghost aura, mixed with cold words, wanted to smash Huang Xiaolong's head directly.

At the same time, the Ghost King of the Paper Man waved his hands again and again, and the paper cuts were thrown out by it.

These paper-cuts rose against the storm, swelled rapidly in the air, and became huge paper figures! Each paper figure is a foot tall, like an ancient giant!

The image of the paper man, some are Cheng Biting Jin, some are Li Yuanba with a sledgehammer, and some are Wu Song who fights tigers...... All of them are the most famous fierce men in Chinese history.

"Guy~~~ Boy, listen up, my paper people are all made of special asbestos paper, not afraid of fire, not afraid of rain, and almost immune to ordinary Taoism... Moreover, among the paper figures, the vicious purple-clothed ghosts were also sealed... Even if you are a poisonous corpse, you are not the opponent of these paper people!~~~ Suffer death!" The ghost king of the paper man let out a smug laugh.

These paper figures are indeed too fierce, and there are many of them, and it is extremely difficult for ordinary ghost kings to deal with them, and one of them will fall into a bitter battle if they are not careful.

Huang Xiaolong was full of smiles, a wisp of thought had already entered the underworld, and he collected some flames from the underworld at will.

The flames in the underworld are naturally - the fire of the underworld!

This fire is the fire of the underworld, unique between heaven and earth, and in terms of power, it is almost the same as the true fire of Samadhi.

Huang Xiaolong stretched out his palm, and a huge dark fire was steaming in the palm of his hand.

"No matter how well the paper figure is pierced, it is afraid of fire after all. You paper people, although you are not afraid of the fire of the mortal world, and even most of the fires in the world, but my dark fire is also equivalent to a kind of divine fire, I will see if I can burn your paper people!" Huang Xiaolong sneered.

Rumble~~~!!!!

A dark fire in his hand directly exploded into a dense small dark fire, and these dark fires twisted a few times, transformed into birds, and flew out with a swish.

The black and white impermanence of paper, Li Yuanba, Wu Song, Cheng Biting Jin...... And so on, as soon as it encountered the fire of the underworld, it crackled and burned, and in an instant it turned into ashes, and the ghosts attached to it were also wrapped in the fire, blazing, screaming endlessly, and drops of pus splashed out.

"How can this be reasonable! It is simply unreasonable!" The paper piercing ghost king was so angry that he blew his beard and stared. These paper figurines are all its life's work, and they were destroyed in a blink of an eye, and there is no one left!

"Huh? It's... What kind of flame? It's a bit like the hellfire of the underworld?" Zheng He was on the stage, and his expression was slightly stiff. It originally thought that the three ghost kings would be able to crush Huang Xiaolong with just their momentum, but they didn't expect that Huang Xiaolong was not afraid and released a flame with such terrifying power. It's just that Zheng He, a ghost immortal, has never been to the underworld, so he doesn't know that what Huang Xiaolong released was the Hellfire, one of the divine fires.

However, this dark fire is very different from the Taoist samadhi true fire, and it did not arouse Zheng He's suspicion.

Here, the paper man was burned to the ground, and the ghost king of the two leathermen finally made a move.

I saw it wave its hand, and corpses came out of nowhere.

These corpses are covered with centipede-like wounds, but they are stitched together by silk threads, and the corpses are all missing arms, legs, or headless, but they are sewn up, and there is a sign of resurrection, but they are ghostly, forming a kind of monster that is not human or ghost.

The characteristics of these corpse monsters are very similar to Huang Xiaolong's poisonous corpses, and they are all infinitely powerful, invulnerable, and swift as apes.

A large group of corpses, besieging Huang Xiaolong.

The two leathermen ghost kings threw out a large handful of needles and threads with both hands and pierced them on the ghost bodies of a large number of powerful ghosts at the scene.

These powerful ghosts were suddenly controlled by the Second Leather Craftsman Ghost King, like puppets pulling strings, and they pounced on Huang Xiaolong like a tide, one by one, they were not afraid of death, as if they were going to drown Huang Xiaolong.

Well, the second cobbler launched a crowd tactic against Huang Xiaolong.

"Don't make a move?" the ghost king of the second leatherman screamed miserably at the ghost king.

"Die!" the ghost king sneered, and a large amount of yin qi burst out from the big eyes in the center of his eyebrows, and these yin qi was extremely cold, and even the ground and air were frozen into ice cubes wherever he passed.

Woo Woo ~ ~ Blah Blah ~ ~~

These ice cubes flew out, like daggers, and like flying swords, and stabbed at Huang Xiaolong in the air.

Moreover, the extremely cold yin qi also swept towards Huang Xiaolong, and it seemed that in the blink of an eye, it was about to freeze Huang Xiaolong into an ice sculpture.

This is the ultimate trick of the big-eyed ghost king!

Chilly air!

The second leatherman ghost king also let out an extremely hoarse and perverted cry, and took out an extremely long needle, on which thousands of souls and ghosts were entangled, yin qi, evil qi, murderous qi, and fierce qi, just like an extremely high-quality magic weapon, and threw it towards Huang Xiaolong at once!

Piercing Huang Xiaolong's eyebrows!

This needle is like the trick of the ghost king of the second leather craftsman, and the ordinary ghost king, even if it is slightly rubbed by the tip of the needle, it will be unlucky.

In the face of crowd tactics, ice cubes, cold air, flying needles...... Huang Xiaolong smiled, and a large cloud of mushroom-like fire suddenly erupted from his body.

In the underworld, there are a lot of dark fires, and they are inexhaustible, and Huang Xiaolong, who is a cloudy man, when he needs dark fires, he can just take them at will, as many as he wants.

In fact, Huang Xiaolong preferred to use the Samadhi True Fire, but now he was playing a ghost king, and when he was fighting, he had to use the means of ghosts, which made him limited, so he had to use the Dark Fire instead of the Samadhi True Fire.

Rumble~~~~!!!!!

A fire burned out, burning everything that came in front of it.

The three ghost kings, seeing that the situation was not good, turned into three wisps of ghost energy, and were about to run away, but they were wrapped in the fire and crackled and burned.

"Ah~~Ah~~~ Lord Ghost Fairy, help~~ Lord Ghost Fairy, help~~~~~"

Heart-rending screams rang out.

Zheng He's face was distorted, so he wanted to extinguish the fire and save the two leather craftsmen, and the paper man. However, it only moved its fingers slightly, and then suppressed the thought.

"Hmph! Useless thing! Three can't hit one... Such a waste, how can it assist this seat in establishing a ghost country?" Zheng He snorted coldly, and stared at Huang Xiaolong with a yin owl's gaze, as if he wanted to see through all the secrets on Huang Xiaolong's body. But it doesn't see anything!

'This guy actually gave this seat an unfathomable feeling... What the hell is it?' Zheng He had something brewing in his eyes, and he attached unprecedented importance to a ghost king!

In the past, the Ghost King was similar to an ant in its eyes, but now, Huang Xiaolong's performance made it have to pay attention to it.

Of course, this kind of attention was not enough for Zheng He to take matters into his own hands to deal with Huang Xiaolong.

Soon, the three ghost kings were burned to ashes, their souls scattered, and they couldn't die anymore.

Monster girls, Qingqing, Xiaohong, Feng Hanyan, Ming Kuan, Meng Jingling, all looked at each other and smiled.

Huang Xiaolong was simply invincible, no matter what identity he used, no matter where he was, he could sweep everything.

After burning the three ghost queens, Huang Xiaolong put away the Immortal Fire and looked at Zheng He with a calm expression.

"Hahaha~~ Good, very good, very good, it seems that you are ready to compete with this seat to the end!Hahaha~~~" Zheng He stared at Huang Xiaolong gloomily. "Whoever kills this ghost king for this seat, this seat will reward a superb magic weapon!"

"Amitabha Buddha~~~" A monk with a ghostly aura wrapped around his body like a sandstorm and a flying monk's robe stood in front of Huang Xiaolong.

The monk counted the prayer beads and said to Huang Xiaolong with a smile. "Since the ghosts and immortals have said that you will definitely die, then, let the poor monk come and send you on the road. You are very strong, however, the poor monk was a monk in his lifetime, the Dharma is profound, and after his death, he becomes a ghost, and the Dharma becomes a ghost, and there is no disadvantage, you are not the opponent of the poor monk~~ Amitabha Buddha~~ Why don't you put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot?"

As soon as the words fell, a dense shadow of a bald head and a ghost appeared around Huang Xiaolong and began to chant the scriptures.

Some scriptures were recited in a whisper, mixed with mockery.

This is a ghost chanting, and it is easy for people or other ghosts to be confused and at the mercy of others.

"You are a true monk of Fozhou City, Kongshan Temple, right?" Huang Xiaolong suddenly smiled, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. I've wanted to kill you for a long time. You actually sent it to the door yourself. ”

"Hmm, how do you recognize the poor monk?" the monk was stunned.

"Hee-hee-hee~~ Your Kongshan Temple was burned down by me, and your junior brother Yinian Monk was also killed by me. Huang Xiaolong smiled harmlessly.

"Hmph!!!" The ghost king Yizhen monk suddenly became furious, his whole body trembled like cramps, and he cursed through gritted teeth. "Amitabha, Amitabha..."

At this time, Huang Xiaolong directly sacrificed the Thousand Soul Flag, "This, you should recognize it, right? The female ghost of the Qing Dynasty who was insulted by you at the beginning, but every day and night, wants to seek revenge on you." ”

"Yizhen! Obscene Monk, Come to !!!" In the Thousand Soul Banners, the female ghost of the Qing Dynasty emerged, full of hatred and anger.

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