This ghost head is from the ghost king of the netherworld.

As soon as it appeared, it was like throwing a stone into the calm water, and the coercion of the higher positions rippled in the air, making the **** in the fierce battle tremble and breathless.

The ghost head has a big mouth, the whale swallows black gas, and the body size has skyrocketed dozens of times, almost reaching the same height as the giant gate. After several tosses, the ghost head finally broke free from the shackles, rushed out of the black door, opened his huge mouth and roared towards the three-headed black-veined Jiao.

Flying sand and rocks along the way, black gas filled the earth, and I couldn't see my fingers, as if the end of the world was coming. This ghost head is like a heaven-swallowing beast, mercilessly swallowing the black-robed people, dried corpses, and demon beasts on the way forward, and there is no distinction between the enemy and me at all.

"Ah, you've really invited the Nether Ghost King? Then why do all the people in your own sect have to eat it? Fortunately, I reacted quickly just now! A black-robed man who escaped by luck patted his chest, looked at the black ghost head in front of him with palpitations, and was horrified to find that the ghost head was exactly the same as the ghost king enshrined in the sect.

The rest of the black-robed people and demon beasts in the struggle were not so lucky, and before they could react, they were all put into the giant mouth and disappeared.

Seeing the ghost head approaching, the eyes of the three-headed black-veined Jiao were full of fear and unwillingness, and the three heads let out a terrible roar at the same time, their bodies doubled, and their limbs danced wildly, struggling to make the final struggle.

The ghost head quickly swallowed the three-headed black-veined Jiao with his guilty mouth, but obviously these three-headed black-veined Jiao were not soft persimmons, and it would have indigestion if it swallowed the beast like this.

Yang Jibin saw from a distance that the shape of the ghost head had obviously changed, one would be big and one would be smaller, and one would be square and one would be round. This scene is as if the three-headed black-veined Jiao was put into a bag, and they are still struggling desperately, right?

And this ghost head seems to be stuck in the throat by a large fish bone. I can't go up or down, and it's very uncomfortable.

At this time, the surviving black-robed man staggered to the side of the black mist Slaughter Hall Master, and shouted boldly, "Hall Master, are you okay?" “

The Lord of the Slaughter Hall forcibly cast a forbidden technique. Most of the essence and blood of the whole body were sacrificed, and even the three souls and seven spirits were not complete. The whole person has aged for dozens of years, and at this moment his face is withered, his skin is dry and cracked, and his whole body is full of green tendons.

The master of the slaughter hall heard someone calling for him in a trance, and crawled out of the black door with difficulty, looked at the people, and then looked at the ghost king and the three-headed black-streaked Jiao who were fighting for their lives in the distance. The hoarse voice replied, "I'm fine!" It's just that I didn't expect this backlash to be too great. blamed himself for not cultivating enough, so he could only summon the junior ghost king, not only almost put himself in, but also made the scene completely out of control. ”

When the black-robed man heard the slaughter hall master say this, he was slightly shocked in his heart: This is the beginner-level ghost king, and he is so cruel? I heard that several elders in the sect can easily summon high-level ghost kings. What kind of strength is that high-level ghost king, I really don't dare to imagine.

Yang Jibin is really worried about it. On the demon beast's side, except for the three black-veined Jiao who were still struggling, almost all of them were wiped out. But there are still two people in the black robe who haven't lost their breath. I saw just now that this group of black-robed people are super strong in combat power, and they must be much higher than their own realm, if they make a move at this time, they have little chance of winning!

However, seeing the three-headed black-veined Jiao struggling with less and less strength, Yang Jibin knew in his heart that he couldn't wait any longer. Otherwise, this space will have to be occupied by the enemy in the future.

The enemy of the enemy is his friend, Yang Jibin still understands this truth.

Whether it works or not, you have to give it a try, after Yang Jibin made up his mind. He took out a spell from the space, summoned a few golden generals and fire spirit puppets, and asked them to entangle the two black-robed men, and he himself pasted an invisibility talisman and touched it.

"There's an enemy attack!" The black-robed man has a very high cultivation, and before the golden warrior and the fire spirit puppet get closer, he was very alert to find out, but in his heart, he was even more puzzled, where did this Fu Seal person come from?

The Tu Hall Master stood up with his body propped up, blocking the staff in front of him, and when he saw the enemy coming behind him, his face was shocked: "Hey, there are people from other sects here?" How had they never found out before, how did they get in? ”

Doubts are doubts, but in the face of the enemy who will summon a dead hand as soon as they come up, both of them are not merciless, they both show their housekeeping skills, respond to the enemy carefully, and dare not be careless at all, because they know that there are manipulators behind them who are waiting for the opportunity to move.

The black-robed person is strong and does not lose, so that it is a dragon stick in one hand, dancing whirring wind, each stick down, is a thousand pounds, and the Fu Seal people who bully the body are beaten to the ground, and they have the upper hand.

The master of the slaughter hall is strong on the outside, and he is already very seriously injured, so he can only barely hold the door at this time, tired of responding to the enemy, only has the ability to parry, and has no power to fight back. This is also thanks to the fact that there is an elite in the hall around him who takes care of him, so he can always save the day.

The scene was very stale, Yang Jibin, who was hidden not far away, sighed slightly in his heart: "The idea is piercing, and the level of the talisman seal is not high enough, and it is almost impossible to keep up with the times." Fortunately, the number is dominant, so let you expend your energy first! ”

Seeing that there was no advantage to take advantage of here, Yang Jibin quietly walked forward and came to the vicinity of the ghost head, knowing that he only had one chance to make a move, and he had to use the strongest killing move.

So Yang Jibin changed into the Scythe of Death, and as soon as he made a move, he used the fourth move of the Nine Scythes of Death: Four Elephants Wuji, and at this stage he could barely use it twice in a row.

Yang Jibin held the sickle in both hands, his figure flickered, and he walked the gossip and stepped on the nine palaces, and the sickle of death suddenly shone with starlight. Every time Yang Jibin took a step, the scythe starlight of the god of death became richer, and the upper and lower parts of the knife emitted a brilliant light.

Yang Jibin took out ninety-nine eighty-one steps in one go, which was the strongest superposition method of power in the Four Elephants Wuji moves. When he took the last step, the green dragon, the white tiger, the vermilion bird, and the Xuanwu phantom all emerged, and the light curtain was bright, the golden light was shining, and it was full of sacredness and auspiciousness.

Beads of sweat appeared on Yang Jibin's forehead, and he felt that the Nine Scythes of Death in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and it was almost impossible to complete the latter action, this move looked very gorgeous, but it was indeed very hard.

"Demon Destroyer! Kill! Yang Jibin roared angrily, raised the scythe of death high, and slashed towards the ghost's head.

The fierce killing intent turned into an invisible blade of dozens of zhang, and the sound of air explosions was layered one after another, and the green dragon, white tiger, vermilion bird, and Xuanwu rushed towards the ghost king with a hurricane.

The brave wins when they meet on the narrow road, and as soon as they come into contact, the four divine beasts show their magical powers, and use their natural skills to start a fierce battle with the ghost king, the wood of life, the sharp gold, the fire of the burning sky, and the invisible water, constantly devouring and grinding out the black gas.

When the black-robed man heard the big movement, he looked up, his face changed instantly, and he shouted, "Hall Slaughter Master, it's not good!" Someone up front is doing something bad! (To be continued.) )