How could it not be touched?

I was stunned, I looked at my hands for two seconds, and for a moment I forgot that I was not in a safe situation.

The ghost king let out a howl that pierced my eardrums, and I covered my ears in great discomfort, and my body scurried in the air in pain.

The huge palm of my fan-like hand swung out, and I was hit again, turning into a stream of blood and smashing into a boulder.

I could feel the scorching breath behind me, the smell of lava.

The terrifying power of recovery made me feel a lot of it, and the wound healed as soon as it appeared.

The howling sound of the ghost king just now made me suddenly flexible, it was the howling sound that attacked my soul, and I was also attacked by the soul just now to cause the zhì to lose control, which has nothing to do with the physical body.

But when I think about it, its palm is not really slapping on my flesh, but trying to blast my soul out**, then the problem is.

The compatibility between my soul and my body is high in itself, and after the corpse, my soul and my body become one, unless I want to.

But thinking about it this way, what kind of secret technique did the ghost mother use to hook my soul away that night?

It's not that she wants to deal with me, but there are other things, then there is only one place where the ghost king can be dispatched, and that is the underworld.

Someone in the underworld is going to deal with me!

I don't plan to fight it if I break the boulder and spread my wings in the sky, I am afraid that once my soul leaves my body, my body will be taken away by others, and I will become a lonely ghost.

But how can I get out of here, or even defeat this ghost?

The Ghost King was tall, and there was a light of wisdom flashing in his deep eyes.

"A flying zombie that is rare to see in 10,000 years, a descendant of a pure-blooded drought, an eternal who is known as an immortal who is difficult to bury in the sky and hard to destroy, you are very weak. ”

The ghost king didn't move, just stared at me up and down with a pair of eyes, as if he was observing the food, and he was thinking about where to start with his mouth.

"The underworld actually sent the ghost king to kill me, it really takes a fancy to me, since you think I can't escape, why don't you sue me, why kill me?"

I calmed down a lot and looked at the ghost king and said.

A rich black gas suddenly emerged from its body, which means that it has entered the black qi realm, and I say with my second entry +±dǐng+±diǎn+±small+±, .2≮3.o◆s_(); The strength of the transformation is average.

There are always three levels that can be distinguished.

Gray gas realm, black gas realm, red gas realm.

However, there are seven levels of ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, evil ghosts, ghost generals, and ghost kings...... It's hard to see ghosts in the next class, so let's not mention it for the time being.

Obviously, the strength of the Ghost King is the same as mine, and if I force myself to evolve a second time, I may be able to fight with it later.

The ghost king completely turned into a cloud of black gas, moving extremely fast, and appeared below me in an instant, and at the same time, a black gas tentacle appeared, trying to wrap around my legs.

It's so fast...... My pupils shrank, and I didn't want to be left behind.

The black tentacle never touched me, but a black spark appeared on it, dripping on the ground and immediately burning.

Soon, the ground appeared in potholes of varying depths.

I stretched out the fire to protect myself, my fist wrapped in the raging flames, like a hurricane raging away.

The black mist did not dodge or dodge, but came up, and more black tentacles advanced towards me, gritting my teeth, my heart came up fiercely, and the Dao fire immediately broke out.

I collided with the black mist, and I felt like a mortal was beating an iron block with his fist, and my fist bones ached slightly.

A big hand of the pu fan appeared again, this time ****** pressed down with his backhand, and I was like Sun Wukong being pressed by the Buddha in the palm of his hand, and I actually felt powerless.

The power of the black fan hand is huge, and in addition to being under pressure and burning my chest with anger during the descent, my body is also constantly changing.

The long dark red hair, starting from the bottom, gradually changed to silver hair, the bone wings became thicker, the bone spurs were more prominent and sharp, and the muscles of the whole body swelled again...... I let out a roar!

I resisted the tremendous force, and the terrible wind formed by the force of my palm actually blew the ground apart, and the rubble flew sideways.

The distance between my legs and the ground is only about ten centimeters, and I am about to be fucking slapped into the ground again, and looking at this appearance, I am afraid that I will see magma soon.

I've never touched lava, but I know it's scary, and I really don't dare to do it, in case stealing a chicken won't make it a mess.

The ghost king's hand was the same as a human being, and it was also five fingers, and I unceremoniously punched it into my palm.

and pulled out a bone spur, the bone mouth was extremely sharp, and cut off one of the fingers of the ghost king.

The black blood mixed with the disgusting smell gushed out and completely burned the ground and corroded, and its blood was terrible.

The Ghost King cried out in pain, from the time I was crushed to the time I cut off one of its fingers, this qiē was done in just three seconds.

"Cut off a finger and use it as interest...... It smells so bad, just burn it. ”

spit out a mouthful of saliva, waved his palm, and the **** fire came out, but it was pure black flame.

The white flame contains the qi of life, and the black flame is full of the qi of death, one life and one death, one yin and one yang, in order to form a gossip map.

It's the complete Dao Fire!

The severed finger burns, and the black flame disappears automatically.

The ghost king's hand returned to the black mist, and there were two cold eyes in the black mist, and there was an indescribable feeling.

But there is a breath of time.

It's going to be a tough battle. (To be continued.) )