The monk glanced at the black-faced ghost that suddenly came out from behind the wooden door, and couldn't help but be frightened, and his soul trembled slightly.

"What level of demon is this, and why is it so terrifying?"

The monk was already intimidated by the momentum exuded by the black-faced demon, and he only felt that it was difficult to breathe, and his body could not move at all.

In contrast, Qin Lin was extremely indifferent, letting the howling wind blow, even his hair did not move.

The black-faced demon only glanced at the monk, and then his eyes stayed on Qin Lin's body. , Seeing that Qin Lin was white and clean, with fine skin and tender meat, he couldn't help but saliva flowed out.

When he saw that many wandering ghosts were hiding in the corners around him, he trembled, and he didn't think much about it, but he thought that these wandering ghosts were afraid of him.

The evil ghost swept the big knife in his hand, the wind was howling, and he looked at Qin Lin lewdly, and said, "Boy, this king hasn't tasted your stunning color for a long time. ”

Qin Lin was stunned for a moment, but he was shocked by the words of this black-faced demon, and then stared at the evil ghost with great disgust, and said, "What Lao Tzu hates the most is that you are a pervert!"

The black-faced evil ghost laughed: "It's quite fierce, but this king likes your short temper." ”

Bang!

The black-faced demon suddenly made a move, stretched out his right hand, and clenched his ten fingers tightly, and suddenly the dead qi rolled, the ghost qi surged, and a black palm came towards Qin Lin at great speed.

The contempt in Qin Lin's eyes flashed, and he just punched out, and the violent energy poured out from his fist, directly breaking the black palm.

"Huh?!~"

The black-faced demon glanced at Qin Lin in surprise, he thought that Qin Lin was an ordinary mortal, but he didn't expect that he would have such power, and he would break his moves so easily.

The black-faced evil ghost is the peak cultivation of the ghost king, and he is only one step away from cultivating into a ghost immortal, and at that time he is the overlord of the underworld, even if it is those few, he has no need to be afraid.

"Little white face, I didn't expect you to be so strong, this king looked away, but unfortunately what this king wanted to get, he never missed. ”

When Qin Lin heard this, he smiled indifferently and said, "I'm sorry, who I want to kill, and I have never missed." ”

The black-faced evil ghost seemed to have heard some funny joke: "Little white face, this king wants to see if you have real skills, or if you are just a good mouth." ”

With a "boom", the murderous aura of the entire basement boiled, and the rich yin qi and the dead qi were entangled, solidifying the air.

"Oh my god!~"

"Such a terrifying demon, even if my master comes, he can't deal with it!"

The monk on the side was almost frightened, and he glanced at the black-faced evil ghost in horror, so he found a hidden place, closed his eyes, and fell to the ground and pretended to be dead.

At this moment, Qin Lin looked at this black-faced ghost king who had cultivated to the peak strength of the ghost king, although he was disdainful of it, but in his heart, he also attached great importance to it.

"Yikes!~"

The black-faced ghost king took the lead in making a move, and the skeleton big knife in his hand slashed towards Qin Lin.

That terrifying sword qi was mixed with an incomparably rich death qi and yin qi, and it turned into a huge skull.

Qin Lin's expression froze, but he saw that the big knife in the hand of this evil ghost was not good.

"Good knife!~"

Qin Lin turned over and jumped, dodging the sword, but the next moment, he saw that all the yin qi around him had turned into skeletons and attacked him.

The black-faced ghost king looked sad and said, "It's a pity that I have that good skin." ”

Suddenly, a dazzling sword light appeared out of thin air, and the rich dead and yin qi directly swept away everywhere it passed, as if seeing the sun through the clouds.

The black-faced ghost king's face changed drastically, he didn't expect Qin Lin, a young man who didn't seem to have the slightest fluctuation in spiritual power, to burst out with such terrifying power.

Especially Qin Lin, the terrifying coercion exuded made him be strongly suppressed, and he couldn't help but feel chilled from the bottom of his heart.

I saw Qin Lin holding a bronze sword, standing in the air, looking at the black-faced ghost king and sneering: "Just a ghost king, dare to commit murder in front of me?"

The black-faced ghost king stared at the sword in Qin Lin's hand with fear and asked, "What kind of sword is this?"

Qin Lin said proudly: "Sword name Tianwen!"

Tianwen is the sword of the Son of Heaven, plus Qin Lin's body has the dragon qi echoing, all evil will not invade, and all demons will be restrained.

At this time, Qin Lin was holding the Tianwen sword, the imperial qi on the sword echoed with the dragon qi in his body, and the sword was full of magnanimity, and the sword qi was soaring to the sky, and it was actually the yin qi of this evil ghost to restrain it.

The black-faced ghost king found that at this moment, he couldn't even exert seventy percent of his strength.

"This is called a young man, it's really weird!"

Qin Lin was so weird, and the sword in his hand also made his heart beat sharply, which made the murderous intent in the black-faced ghost king's heart rise to the extreme in an instant.

"Die!" The black-faced ghost king once again raised the skull treasure knife in his hand and slashed towards Qin Lin.

The tumbling yin qi is like substance!

However, just as that yin qi wrapped Qin Lin, Qin Lin's wrist moved, and the heavenly light bloomed, and countless dazzling sword rays shot out, sweeping away that yin qi.

"Damn!~"

The black-faced ghost king didn't expect that under his full strength, he couldn't help Qin Lin.

"Forehead ............"

Suddenly, the black-faced ghost king looked stunned, and he actually stayed in place.

And Qin Lin jumped in front of him with a sword, and just when Tianwen was about to slash on his head, the black-faced ghost king reacted and hurriedly returned his sword to defend.

"Bell!"

A sound of gold and stone crashing sounded, and a violent wave of qi gushed out.

The black-faced ghost king was afraid for a while, how could his head suddenly fall into a blank just now.

Qin Lin also didn't expect this black-faced ghost king to break free from his soul impact so quickly, it seems that the peak strength of the ghost king is really good.

The black-faced ghost king smiled: "Little white face, this king is going to tear ...... alive"

Before he finished speaking, Qin Lin had already hit him hard in the abdomen with his knee.

The black-faced ghost king was in pain, and Qin Lin kicked him heavily in the chest with a sweep of his legs.

With a loud bang, the black-faced ghost king was knocked away again, slamming into the wall, raising thick smoke and dust.

But in the next second, the black-faced ghost king flew out again, but at this time, he looked extremely embarrassed, the black robe on his body turned into strips, and green juice continued to ooze out of his body.

The hideous and gloomy face was even more scorched, with black smoke, the corners of his mouth twitched, and the anger in his heart burned like a flame.

The black-faced ghost king's mentality is about to collapse at this moment!

Thinking of it, the ghost king, in the underworld, although it is not invincible, it is also the existence of ten thousand ghosts surrendering and dominating one side!

Its casual words can scare tens of thousands of unjust ghosts and tremble, and they are terrified.

It's almost forgotten when the last creature that provoked it was, and roughly the creature has no bones left.

Not to mention injuries.

But it never imagined that one day it would be defeated at the hands of a little white face, which is simply a great shame.