Light forgets to condense his eyes, his eyes are flowing, deep and far-reaching, majestic and vast, there seems to be the sun, moon and stars circulating in the pupils, as if there is a rune seal carrying the avenue of heaven and earth engraved in it, as if he has the mysterious power to see through the void and insight into heaven and earth, and at a glance he has seen through the cultivation realm of the headless horseman, and spoke softly in an indifferent tone;

"There is no head, but there is consciousness, not only is the soul body not dispersed, but it has also cultivated to the realm of ghosts and gods!

When the headless rider heard this, he didn't say a word, let go of the reins of the horse in his hand that had been condensed and fused by the Yin Qi and the Origin Soul Power, quickly raised his thick arm, and slapped his backhand towards the center of his chest.

"Buzz!"

A strange red and green light instantly lit up in the center of the headless horseman's chest, blooming with a strange and unpredictable brilliance, rotating rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a sea eye vortex that could devour everything, suddenly the light condensed, turning into an extremely bewildering vertical eye, with vertical pupils in the eyes, and a vertical blood line in the pupils;

"There is no head under it! dare to ask your name!"

The strange sound of the urn sounded from the chest of the headless rider again, but at this moment, it seemed to come from that strange and unpredictable vertical eye, which seemed eerie and terrifying;

Forgetting to hear this, he spoke softly with an indifferent expression;

"You were also ordered to come and kill the poor Dao?"

Forget Mo's calm and indifferent voice, as if he was casually asking the brother next door who has known him for many years about something that has nothing to do with him, with an indescribable freedom of dust;

The headless rider heard this, and did not deny it, let alone say more, but told it briefly and bluntly;

"Exactly!"

Hearing this, his expression did not change at all, and his tone remained indifferent;

"Since you are here to exterminate the poor Dao, you still have to ask the name of the poor Dao, why bother?"

When the headless rider heard this, he still spoke in a deep voice like thunder, with the momentum of the realm of ghosts and gods, turning into a majestic sound wave, stirring up waves of void ripples, turning into sound waves that swept and spread in the direction of Forgetfulness, rolling in;

"Under the nine-pattern knife, don't kill nameless people, don't kill nameless ghosts!"

Forgetting to hear this, his eyes were condensed, his eyes were shining, and he looked towards the nine-foot long knife held in his hand by the headless rider, only to see nine incomparably clear blood-colored lines, like nine blood dragons full of blood, entangled and surrounded on the nine-foot long knife, circling and flying, from the handle to the tip of the knife, it seemed to be a blood groove carved on the nine-pattern knife;

Faintly, like a living thing, the murderous aura is awe-inspiring, and the evil aura is pressing, as if it will break away from the blade at any time, rise into the air, turn into a bloody demon cage, and sweep away all obstacles;

But when he forgot to meditate on the meaning of the headless horseman's words, he couldn't help but feel a little funny, his expression remained unchanged, and he spoke softly in an indifferent tone;

"If you don't talk about it, then what can you do?"

When the headless rider heard this, he was stunned and speechless, as if he had never encountered this situation whether it was fighting on the battlefield before his death, or being a ghost in the mountains and ghosts after his death, he had never encountered this situation, but for a while he was stopped by Forget's almost ridiculous words, and he didn't know how to respond, let alone what choice to make next;

"Buzz!"

After a few breaths of silence, in the strange vertical eyes in the center of the headless horseman's chest, suddenly the blood was in full bloom, and the blood lines in the vertical pupils bloomed with a dazzling light, and an urn sounded like a thunderous sound, full of undisguised anger, low and full of majesty;

"In that case, then I will defeat you with the Nine-Pattern Knife, and then let the war horse devour your flesh and soul!"

Forgetting to hear this, he was not moved at all, his expression was still as indifferent, the divine light in his eyes flowed, he looked at the headless rider without the slightest fear, and said in a soft admonition in an indifferent tone;

"With your current cultivation realm, you can't defeat the poor Dao at all, it's not easy for you to practice, it's not easy to cultivate to the realm of ghosts and gods with a broken soul body, it's not easy, the poor Dao advises you to retreat quickly, don't make mistakes!"

When the headless rider heard this, he was involuntarily stunned again, and after a few breaths of silence, he suddenly shook the nine-pattern knife in his hand, and then raised it high above his head, and the tip of the knife pointed to the sky, like a madness, and the sound of the urn was like a muffled thunder, like a demon god, almost hysterical roaring to the sky;

"Where are the generals?"

With the shout of the headless rider, in the originally silent Yin Mountain and Ghost Land, suddenly the yin wind howled, and countless echo-like roars sounded, the sound was mighty, the sound waves rolled, and with the yin wind spreading, sweeping and spreading in all directions;

"The End Will Be ... Here"

When the headless rider heard this, the strange blood-colored vertical eyes in the center of his chest flowed, raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and slammed it at his belly, with a posture of injuring the enemy and injuring eight hundred, which looked quite strange;

"Knock knock knock ..."

As the headless rider rhythmically beats his belly, a dull loud sound like the beating of war drums comes out from the belly of the headless rider, the sound is like a muffled thunder, earth-shattering, murderous intent, murderous, momentum, shocking, it turns out that the headless rider actually used his belly as a war drum, and he struggled to beat it at this moment;

"All the soldiers listened to the order, quickly followed the sound of war drums, came to meet with this marshal, and attacked with this marshal to kill the incoming enemy!"

The headless rider was like a madman, pounding his belly with great force, and at the same time roaring up to the sky with the sound of urns again, with the help of the yin wind whistling around him, he passed military orders in all directions;

"The last general will take the order!"

After getting acquainted, in the vast and boundless Yin Mountain and Ghost Land, there were bursts of uniform, sound like muffled thunder in response, as if a thunderbolt exploded on a sunny day, deafening, like a muffled thunder roaring on the flat ground, with an indomitable momentum, floating and echoing in the void of the yin wind whistling;

"Da Da Da ..."

A dull and rapid sound of horses' hooves, like a violent storm, sounded from all directions of the Yin Mountain and Ghost Land, like thousands of troops and horses galloping;

"Herod'..."

The sound of the yin wind whistling became more and more sharp, and the neighing of war horses came and went, faintly, as if even the yin death qi and soul qi of the entire Yin Mountain and Ghost Land had been affected and rendered, just like a boiling hot oil pot, boiling in an instant;

"You can even summon war spirits! I didn't think you still had this kind of ghost magic!"

Forget Mo sat on top of the simple downfall, his face did not change, he was as steady as Mount Tai, and whispered softly in an indifferent tone.