In the Dark Sanctuary Hall, there was already chaos, but in the outside world, there was no change.

Seeing the white-haired ghost dripping blood and being reborn, Chun Bulao sneered: "My stupid and cowardly son, remember, is it only these cowards who will use the means?"

"Blindly saving one's life is just a coward's means!"

"Offense is the best defense, and if you defend for a long time, you will lose, I don't understand this truth!"

Chun Bulao taught the white-haired ghost a lesson, and accidentally glanced at Chen Ming, but found that Chen Ming was lighting up a fire and began to grill lamb skewers.......

"Well, another cumin-flavored .......," Chen Ming smashed the golden lamb skewers grilled in his mouth and sprinkled a pinch of cumin powder.

Too lazy to pay attention to Chen Ming, Chun Bulao stood among the hundreds of puppet emperors, and said with a smile: "Is this the only ability? My son only has this ability, but there is no way to take revenge." ”

The white-haired ghost's limbs popped out the dagger again, "It'll be as it happens!"

The white-haired ghost rushed towards Chun Immortal, "In an instant, Tianguang!"

Rumble!

Chun Bulao raised his hand with a knife, and directly slashed the white-haired ghost back dozens of steps, his arms trembled, and on his arms, black blood dripped down, and his hand bones were shattered by three.

But the white-haired ghost still didn't give up, and continued to use various spells to attack Chun Immortal.

"Heaven Splitting Holy Qi!"

"Eight feet invincible!"

"Thunder Aurora!"

.......

Knocked down countless times, and climbed up again countless times, the white-haired ghost continued to attack towards Chun Immortal, boom!

Another knife fell, slashing the white-haired ghost's legs into the ground.

The white-haired ghost stretched out his hand, he still wanted to get up, but he was trampled on his head by Chun Bulao, "Enough, I don't want to see it anymore!"

Not worthy to be my son, my son, shouldn't be such a waste. ”

He raised the knife in his hand and continued: "I thought that since I had the heart to kill me, I had the ability to kill me, then, having inherited everything from me, I also felt that there was nothing, everything I had should be, but I didn't have this ability!"

"Now it seems that I have thought too much, how can I bear the power of second-order authority if I am just a waste?"

"If you can't control the power, you are destined to be swallowed by the power itself!"

"Rather than this, it is better to let you die, than to take over the power later, but to be imprisoned and tortured in every way!"

"Death in my hands, I can still give a painful pleasure!"

Chen Ming smashed the mutton skewers in his mouth, looking at the situation, this old thing is dead!

After all, the villain dies from talking too much!

This is an eternal truth!

Chun Bulao looked at the white-haired ghost in front of him with a smile, and then said, "So, how do you want to die?"

Chun Bulao let go of the white-haired ghost, and the white-haired ghost knelt down on one knee in front of Chun Bulao, bowed his head and pleaded: "Father, the son is wrong, the son shouldn't think of killing ......."

"Son, everything you want to inherit!"

The spring is not old, the spring breeze is proud, and he reached out and stroked only half of his beard.

The white-haired ghost continued, "And, father, I have a word for me. ”

Chun Bulao was smug, and he didn't care about the white-haired ghost at this time, "My son, what do you want to say?"

The white-haired ghost's head slowly raised, "My father has just taught me a lot, and I want to teach my father a little too." ”

"That is, kneeling does not necessarily mean surrender, half kneeling is also the strongest posture!" (refer to the 100-meter running posture)

Chun Bulao noticed that something was wrong, but he didn't have time to react, all he saw was the fierce light beating in the eyes of the white-haired ghost!

The figure of the white-haired ghost flashed, and he lowered his head, in his belly, towards the two short swords.

Endless blue flames swayed around him, and blue lava-like magma flowed from his mouth, taking all his power with him at the same time!

He looked at the white-haired ghost, his mouth slurred, "...... Early....... Know....... I....... Target...... Weaknesses ......."

"Worthy of ....... Be....... It's mine....... Son ......."

"The only ....... Target...... Son, the most ....... It's ....... Proud ....... Son ......"

“...... Want....... Remember....... Strength....... Yes, there is a price....... ......"

He stretched out his hand and wanted to stroke the white-haired ghost's head, but as soon as his hand touched the white-haired ghost's white hair, he was kicked away by the white-haired ghost, and the two separated, Chun Bulao held a strand of white hair, and then fell to the ground, and the flames all over his body were extinguished.

His eyes had lost any of their brilliance, and they no longer had any breath.

Chun Bu Lao died.

The white-haired ghost laughed wildly, "Mother, do you see it? I, Wang Jiujiu, have finally taken revenge!"

"This guy doesn't deserve to be my father at all!"

"Mother, do you see it? I've taken revenge!"

The white-haired ghost spread his hands and roared towards the sky like a beast, "Ahhhh

He looked down, glanced at Chen Ming, and then walked over to the lone star skin, he reached out and picked up the lone star skin, and then, he heard the whisper of authority.

"Those who kill their fathers and mothers, and those who are close to them are all dead and have no place to be buried!"

The white-haired ghost wanted to let go of the lone star skin in his hand, but found that the authority continued to whisper, "You, you are my master!"

The white-haired ghost was heartbroken, if he wanted to inherit this second-order authority, what he needed was to kill his father and mother?

He turned his head and looked at Chun Bulao who had fallen to the ground, he hurriedly ran to Chun Bulao's body, Chun Bulao's belly robe was torn apart by his short sword, and at this moment, a pair of small embroidered shoes fell from his belly open robe and fell to the ground.

The white-haired ghost reached out and picked up the small pair of embroidered shoes, "This is the first pair of shoes I wore when I was a ghost baby......

Behind him, the black robe was torn apart, and a lone star dotted behind him, without any stars, without the sun and moon, lonely, cold and slaughtering.

He looked at Chun Bulao, who had died, and said with a half-cry and half-smile: "So, everything is a calculation, and it has been calculated for seven hundred years, just so that I can kill it with my own hands?"

"Because only in this way can we fully inherit the power of the Heavenly Scar.......

"Before I was born, I knew that I was a reincarnation immortal......."

"Do you think I'll be grateful?"

"No, it won't!"

The white-haired ghost fell to the ground softly, "You like me as a child, but why don't you say it, but let me kill it?"

"Power, no, I don't want this power at all......."

Chen Ming looked at the dramatic scene in front of him, it turned out that there were so many twists and turns.

He waved his hand, and a jar of wine appeared in his hand, he lifted the cover, then took a sip, and threw it directly in the direction of the white-haired ghost.

The white-haired ghost caught it, craned his neck, and lifted the jar to pour the liquor into his mouth.

Tears mixed with the entrance of the drink, hiding the traces of tears.

In the depths of love, the evil ghost wept.