Chen Ming raised his head slightly, it seemed that this heaven and ten thousand worlds were not the same as he imagined.

An eighth-order emperor turned out to be pretending to be a fifth-order emperor!

In this way, no one knows his true strength at all, and those who want to kill him are probably dead in his hands.

Chun Bulao turned his head to look at Chen Ming, "Oh, it turns out that you are still useful." ”

"Boom....... My child, I give you a chance, a chance to fight with me in a dignified manner. ”

Chun Bulao stretched out his hand, his arm bent strangely, and when he reached his back, his hand landed on the lone star pattern behind him, and then, peeled off the only skin he had.

The lone star skin mixed with black blood fell to the ground, and Chun Bulao looked at the white-haired ghost, "I stripped my second-order authority, and now, I am almost a fourth-order emperor, come, I will give you a chance to kill me!"

The white-haired ghost and Chen Ming suddenly felt the powerful Heavenly Demon dissipate, and the two of them regained their mobility again.

Chun Bulao looked at Chen Ming and said with a smile: "Don't think about it, if you make any changes, I will kill you!"

"Be a witness. ”

Chen Ming can't say it, this time, he was miserable by the Spring Immortal, you said an eighth-order emperor, what are you doing with all these twists and turns?

Chen Ming stood in place, looking at the strange father and son in front of him, two pairs of red eyes, looking at each other at the same time.

Chen Ming looked at the white-haired ghost, and then said, "As the last battle, I am the only witness, and I suddenly remembered that I still have a pot of wine for you. ”

The white-haired ghost laughed, "Is it the pot of wine that still has a sip left?"

Chen Ming nodded, a faint light flashed in his eyes, and he secretly used his mana in the storage ring, moving a little, and then, the pot of wine appeared in his hand, and he threw it at the white-haired ghost.

"This pot of wine, send you on your way!"

The white-haired ghost took it and drank it all in one gulp, "Fill it up for me, and I'll go to your grave when the time comes!"

The white-haired ghost held the flask in his hand, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he carefully groped for the flask, and a new sentence was engraved on it.

He groped around carefully and knew what Chen Ming wanted to tell him.

"I'm not going to die here!"

The white-haired ghost's limbs popped out four short swords, and the short swords on the soles of his feet supported his body, "I will make you regret what you did today!"

"You, will be yours

Hubris pays the price!"

Chun Bulao lifted his robe, and pulled out a nine-foot serial white bone knife from his chest, "As my only son and the only descendant, you have the qualifications to let me give you these!"

"Kill me, everything is yours, you have second-order authority, the second-order authority that can achieve the position of Dao Monarch!"

"Kill me, and you'll be the next Dark Sanctuary!"

"Kill me, and the hatred that has been buried in your heart for 700 years will be released!"

The white-haired ghost stepped forward, and the short sword on the sole of his feet carved scratches on the immortal gold ground of the main hall!

Click!

As if it was a sliding step, the white-haired ghost just skimmed a zigzag route in an instant, and the short sword between his hands was held upside down, stabbing towards Chun Immortal!

Click!

One hit and you're on the move!

On Chun Bulao's neck, two short swords were inserted into it, and the white-haired ghost secretly screamed in his heart, and hurriedly pulled out the dagger, wanting to see where the real Chun Bulao was!

The authority of Chun Immortal, but it is the same as him, so easy to let him get started, it must be an illusion!

He looked left and right, blue light flashed in his eyes, shining dozens of feet, spring is not old, where is it?

At this moment, Chen Ming could clearly see that Chun Bulao, who had been inserted by the white-haired ghost with two swords, moved!

The nine-foot-long white bone broadsword waved, and the knife swept across, and the white-haired ghost at this moment didn't think at all that what he had just done was the real Spring Immortal.

A knife swept across, splitting the white-haired ghost's body in half!

The two bodies of the white-haired ghost were slammed into the main hall, and black blood flowed, leaving two black marks on the wall.

Chun Bulao looked at the white-haired ghost with a nine-foot white bone broadsword, and a treacherous look danced in his eyes, "You're still too tender." ”

The white-haired ghost snorted, already incarnated into Chen Ming's appearance, and shouted in his mouth: "The dream has come true, Nirvana!"

The blue flames swept and flowed like a great river sloping, and then, the endless flames recondensed into a human form, and the white-haired ghost looked at Chun Bulao, and the fierce light in his eyes became more and more intense!

Chun Bulao showed a look of interest, "Hahahaha, the power of dreams, imitated, after all, is weaker than the body, I want to see, how many times can you use it?"

"My son, let my father me, take a good look at your ability!"

The white-haired ghost rushed towards Chun Bulao again, and three sliding steps rushed in front of Chun Bulao, and between his feet, the two short swords on the soles of his feet slashed through a full moon-like streamer and attacked towards Chun Bulao.

Chun Bu Lao smiled, he couldn't stop it at all, and the white-haired ghost in front of him hit his body, turning into a black smoke in an instant.

It's an illusion!

A big seal appeared in his hand, and he turned his hand around, "Turn over the sky seal!

Rumble!

Under the endless pressure, the entire hall shook a ripple!

This ripple spread, shaking out the white-haired ghost's hidden body!

Chun Bulao hung the seal of the sky in his left hand, held the nine-foot white bone sword in his right hand, and shouted at the white-haired ghost: "You, is this the only ability?"

Behind the white-haired ghost, chains burning with blue flames flew out, and hundreds of chains connected to the void.

The next moment, hundreds of puppet emperors walked out of it and frantically attacked Chun Immortal.

Chun Bulao nodded slightly, "Well, it's the authority of the iron rope, but it's not bad." ”

Hundreds of puppet emperors attacked Chun Bulao, but in an instant, they had already surrounded Chun Bulao.

A puppet emperor swung his sword and chopped Chun Immortal into powder!

This is the illusion of spring immortality, and the next moment, in another place, there is a spring immortal, and there is a puppet emperor wielding a sword, this spring immortality is also an illusion!

The white-haired ghost looked around, where is the real spring immortal?

The white-haired ghost shouted angrily, "The dream has come true, your magic has won my heart, borrow it from me!"

He swung his fist, soaring the black dragon in his left hand and flying the white tiger in his right hand, "Raise your hand, shake Kunlun!"

In front of the white-haired ghost, Chun Bulao's figure was shocked, but what the white-haired ghost saw was Chun Bulao sneering at him, "It's too late!"

When the head was slashed, endless flesh and bones shattered, turning into fragments in the ground.

Chun Bulao looked at the debris all over the ground, "You are too weak, you are not worthy of being my son at all!"

The next moment, a drop of blood rolled, condensing all the blood around it, and then, turning into the appearance of a white-haired ghost.

Chen Ming smacked his tongue beside him, Luo Muye's blood was reborn, I have to say that the white-haired ghost's dream came true, and he could imitate all the spells he had ever seen, which was really perverted!