In the face of the ghost's flashing blue-black light, obviously with super poisonous pincers, and then thinking about the scene where those bushes instantly turned into black water under its terrifying poison, Zhang He, who knew that Hongmeng was able to convert poison into energy, did not dare to touch its terrifying poison lightly.

Because this is the moment of life and death, there is no room for the slightest mistake, in case with his current realm, if he can't resolve the terrifying poison in time, I'm afraid that he will really become the food in the mouth of this terrifying ghost.

In the rotation of his mind, Zhang He immediately took the subtle and harmless step to the extreme, and instantly flashed to the side of the terrifying yin thing, and with this flash, the scene when the old man of the emperor demonstrated the subtle and harmless step immediately clearly surfaced in Zhang He's mind.

Nima, look how Lao Tzu stoned you to death.

In the silent murmur, Zhang He sped up again, and rushed to the edge of the neck of the terrifying ghost in the blink of an eye, this place, the ghost thing's pincers could not reach, and the ghost thing's highly poisonous tail hook was also beyond the reach of the whip, but looking at the side of the entire ghost thing, it was only a foot away from the front and back of the ghost thing, but with the subtlety of the subtle and harmless steps, Zhang He still stood accurately within the range of this foot square.

"Chasing the wind." With an earth-shattering roar, the peerless sword stabbed into the right side of the ghost's neck with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The peerless sword, because of drinking the dragon blood of the five-clawed golden dragon of the Tianzun level powerhouse, is really rare, coupled with the terrifying weight of the peerless sword changed from the Ruyi golden hoop stick, and Zhang He's lightning-like sword speed, Zhang He is very confident, even if it is a half-foot thick steel plate, he can pierce it with a sword, let alone the king of this ghost.

However, the result was completely beyond Zhang He's expectations, not only did this sword not penetrate the ghost thing's eight shells, but it didn't even leave a single obvious scar.

I rub it, how can the eight shells of this damn thing be so strong? Zhang He, who was shocked by the powerful anti-shock force and took three steps back one after another, couldn't help but feel a thick speechlessness, but in the blink of an eye, the huge ghost thing also turned around sensitively, and a stream of pitch-black venom immediately erupted from the mouth of the ghost like a torrent, and went straight to Zhang He's head.

Nima, can you still spray poison?

Judging from his previous cultivation experience, the more poisonous the venom, the better the tonic for Hongmeng's pregnancy god, but as soon as he thought of those shrubs that were instantly corroded into black water, Zhang He still decisively chose to dodge and quickly retreated to the rear, but even so, there were still sporadic venom sprayed on Zhang He's hands.

Nima, the toxicity is really terrifying.

Looking at the back of his hand that had been corroded away from a large piece of skin in an instant, Zhang He couldn't help but feel a burst of horror, but fortunately, as soon as the venom entered the body, it was immediately decomposed into pure energy by the domineering Hongmeng Pregnant God.

Nima, it seems that the divine body still can't ignore all the poisons when he first enters the realm! Feeling the pain coming from the back of his hand, knowing that he couldn't directly ignore the venom of this ghost for the time being, Zhang He couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

The poison spray was ineffective, and the ghost thing suddenly became furious, and it was brutally crushed like a tank in an instant, and the speed was so fast that it made people's hearts palpitate.

But even so, Zhang He still relied on his subtle and harmless steps to avoid the arrogant collision of the ghost thing between the lightning and flint, and once again successfully flashed to the side of the ghost thing's neck, and once again accurately stood within the one-foot square range that the ghost thing could not take into account before and after.

"Chasing the wind." With another earth-shattering roar, the sharp tip of the peerless sword stabbed the ghost's neck again, colliding with its harder than steel shell with a piercing resonance.

When he comprehended the sword intent of chasing the wind, Zhang He's eyes only had the Adam's apple of the wind chasing swordsman, and this time, Zhang He's eyes only had the scars left by the previous sword.

The sharp tip of the peerless sword once again stabbed fiercely at the scar left by the previous sword with an unstoppable sound, but even so, it still did not break through the extremely hard shell of the ghost.

The blow was fruitless, and Zhang He withdrew and retreated.

It is undeniable that the speed of this ghost thing is indeed very fast, if it were not for the subtle and harmless steps, Zhang He thought that it would be difficult to dodge the frontal attack of this ghost thing, but now, Zhang He seems to have incarnated into the emperor old man who is galloping in the herd of beasts, every time he dodges, he can perfectly avoid the attack of the ghost, every counterattack, he can accurately stand in the blank space of the ghost thing's defense, and every time he makes a sword, he can also accurately stab the same position.

Ten swords in a row, Zhang He finally succeeded in piercing through the hard Wang Ba shell of the ghost, although he only barely pierced a small hole, but looking at the inky black fishy mucus on the tip of the sword, Zhang He still couldn't help but feel a burst of excitement.

This small injury is not an injury at all for a huge ghost, so at the moment when Zhang He was shocked back, the ghost thing immediately turned around again and crushed Zhang He again.

The battle completely fell into Zhang He's rhythm, and with the stabbing of the fifteenth sword, Zhang He finally succeeded in piercing through the ghost thing's Wang Ba shell, and the giant sword of almost two meters instantly sank into the ghost thing's body, up to the hilt of the sword.

This sword finally succeeded in severely hitting the ghost thing, and finally completely angered the ghost thing, "hiss" With a hoarse roar, it has been like a well-trained soldier, and the little ghost thing standing quietly on the side in a neat line finally launched an attack, and pounced on Zhang He like a tide.

Nima, looking at the little ghost thing that jumped high and surged like a swarm of bees, Zhang He couldn't help but be speechless for a while, the heavy sword was swung up, and it was smashed out brutally, and it instantly set off a bloody rain all over the sky, but unfortunately, under the order of the big ghost, these damn things all turned into death squads, and rushed forward one after another, fearless of death.

Although Zhang He wielded the peerless sword vigorously, but unfortunately, there were too many little ghosts, even if Zhang He tried his best, he could still barely block the ghosts in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, the little ghosts surging from behind Zhang He completely submerged Zhang He.

Countless sharp fangs and countless sharp claws instantly tore Zhang He's back to pieces, scratching Zhang He's back full of holes, but fortunately, although Zhang He's current physical strength is not as strong as the ghost thing's Wang Bahu, but it is also extremely strong, and the teeth and claws of these little ghosts did not bring fatal damage to Zhang He, and, with the full force of Hongmeng's pregnant god, those little ghosts who dared to lie on him were quickly sucked into a dry corpse.

But unfortunately, there are too many little ghosts, and they are all still so fierce and not afraid of death, so for a while, Zhang He couldn't break free from the layers of burial of the little ghosts.

Looking at Zhang He, who was buried by the little ghosts, he felt the severe pain in his neck, and the big ghosts were completely crazy, crushing like a tank again, and in the rapid rush, streams of fishy venom continued to spurt out of the mouths of the big ghosts like a tide.

The venom of the big ghost thing is so strong that it is simply terrifying, and the little ghost things who buried Zhang He layer by layer turned into a pool of black water under the venom of the big ghost thing in an instant.

The facts once again proved Zhang He's conjecture, this huge guy is really a stupid person with low intelligence, originally, if this thing didn't spray venom, it still had a good chance to kill himself directly with a pincer, but with the help of its terrifying venom, Zhang He instantly broke free from the layers of burial of the little ghosts, of course, Zhang He also paid a heavy price for this.

Although the Hongmeng Pregnant God took all the venom in time and transformed it into pure energy, the venom toxicity of this ghost creature was too violent, instantly corroding Zhang Hexiong's abdomen and the skin on his legs, making Zhang He clearly feel the pain of peeling, and also made Zhang He couldn't help but let out a painful groan.

But before Zhang He could recover from the sharp pain that made him tremble, the palpitating iron tongs of the big ghost thing had already fallen straight down with a strong fishy smell, viciously clamping towards Zhang He's head.

Nima.

Looking at the big ghost's iron tongs full of terrifying power, Zhang He didn't care about the heart-rending pain of peeling his skin, and then suddenly turned over, and the heavy sword in his hand also attacked violently in an instant, smashing into the ghost thing's iron tongs with all his might.

"When."

Another piercing metal resonance shook the sky, and another powerful countershock force struck, throwing Zhang He directly thirty meters away and slamming it on the ground.

Nima, how can this bastard's strength be so strong? Feeling that his right arm was almost broken by the shock, Zhang He couldn't help but feel completely speechless.

Nima, with the strength of this bastard, if Ge Zhen is clamped by the iron pincers of this bastard, it is estimated that even if he does not die, the bones will be directly clamped into comminuted fractures, right?

For a while, Zhang He was full of jealousy towards the iron tongs of the ghost, but what worried Zhang He the most was not this, but the bloodline talent that this bastard had not yet shown.

Nima, I don't know if this thing's talent is a god? Looking at the ghost thing that was not in a hurry to pursue him, but was staring at him from ten zhang away, and seemed to be brewing a big move, Zhang He couldn't help but become more vigilant, and he didn't dare to attack rashly.

During the confrontation, the atmosphere fell into a deathly depressed atmosphere.