Wang Qingmin looked at the shadow in the distance, and leaned lightly against the sword battlement of the city wall next to him.

Like a golden steel god of war that towered into the sky, the divine beast flew down from the city wall and stood in the open space outside the city.

"Roar!" A terrifying voice sounded, and the divine beast began to attack without waiting for those ghosts to rush to the ground.

A stream of incandescent flames erupted from its mouth, and the group of low-level Yin Spirits directly in front of it was instantly wiped out.

The frequency of the divine beast's attacks is not fast, and it erupts fire every two seconds, but the power of the fire is really a little terrifying, and it almost blocks the entire sky with one divine beast.

Ten minutes later, this group of Yin Spirits had been killed cleanly, and only a few Ghost Kings of some Jindan Cultivation in the distance had fled here with some Foundation Building Ghost Kings, and the power of the divine beasts was not at all something that this group of low-level Yin Spirits could touch.

The first wave of ghosts was spent in this way, and even Wang Qingmin didn't make a move, just the divine beast had already been done.

What followed was a quiet wait, but Wang Qingmin knew in his heart that this was a sign that real darkness was coming.

A day later, the black clouds that appeared in the sky finally slowly pressed here, this time it was not the Yin Ghost Generation, but the real Ghost Domain expanded here, and this place will soon become a part of the Ghost Domain.

The divine beast had shrunk to the size of one meter, and as before, it kept spinning around Wang Qingmin.

When the ghost domain entered Wang Qingmin's divine sense, Wang Qingmin found that there were countless ghosts in it, led by two Yuan Infant Ghost Kings, followed by dozens of Jindan Ghost Kings, and it seemed that there were also ghost kings who escaped from here last time.

These ghosts really look up to themselves, and they actually came in person with two Yuan Infant Ghost Kings at one time, and it seemed that they were ready to take them down in one fell swoop.

The boundless black mist first overflowed Wang Qingmin's figure and rushed towards him.

The expansion of this ghost domain cannot be stopped at all, it starts to spread from the middle of the entire continent until it spreads to the entire Tianchen Continent, even if you want to stop it, you can't start unless you cut it off from the root.

After Linhai City was completely reduced to a ghost domain, those yin spirits finally flew over faintly under the leadership of the two primordial infant ghost kings.

The divine beast beside Wang Qingmin transformed into a fighting state in Wang Qingmin's heart.

The two infant ghost kings didn't talk nonsense with Wang Qingmin, and directly turned into two black lights, rushing towards Wang Qingmin and the divine beast respectively.

For the Yuanying Monk, Wang Qingmin has only fought once, but it is a newly promoted Yuanying Ghost King, and the strength is too different from the real Yuanying Ghost King, and the two sides are like worlds apart.

The speed of the infantile cultivator was so fast, and the two primordial infant ghost kings were like two black black lights, with boundless murderous aura, rushing towards Wang Qingmin.

Before the person arrived, the momentum had already been killed.

The confidence of these Yuanying Ghost Kings to dominate the continent has swelled, and they are already crazy, and they don't take the Yuanying Monk and the Yuanying Divine Beast on the other side in their eyes at all.

But this time, they were doomed.

"Hmph, I don't know if I'm alive or dead." is also in the infancy stage, Wang Qingmin is not afraid of the other party's divine sense coercion at all.

The Divine Beast finally launched an all-out attack this time, unlike the skeleton, its attack method is a spell attack, but the attack power is too strong.

The figure of the divine beast was disproportionate to its body shape, in the end, it was the existence of the primordial infancy, and the ghost king who rushed towards it was forced back by the flames that rushed in front of him before he got close.

The fat figure and the pitch-black figure were intertwined, and countless sonic bursts came out from the place where they were fighting, and there seemed to be an invisible impact in the air, bursting out one sonic burst after another. The black gas around it was lined up in clumps.

The Divine Beast isn't very good at melee combat, but the opponents who fight it are now more uncomfortable than it. The layer of floating flames on the body of the divine beast is not something that can be touched at will, especially for them as a yin and evil thing, as long as the flame is stained on the body, it will become an existence like a maggot attached to the bone, and it will not slowly disappear until it burns for more than ten minutes.

This is basically equivalent to the Samadhi True Fire, but the fire of the Divine Beast has not yet had the metamorphosis of the Samadhi True Fire, and it can only last for more than ten minutes.

The ghost king also suffered a big loss at the beginning, half of his arm was burned off, and even his weapon was slowly burned under the flames.

There was a lively fight between a ghost and a beast here, and Wang Qingmin's side was also fierce.

The moment Wang Qingmin rushed towards the ghost king, a thunderbolt blasted over, instantly freezing the figure of the ghost king.

The Yuan Infant Monks made moves with each other, and the winner could be decided in one second.

Then, without waiting for the ghost king to come back to his senses, two assassination swordsmanship instantly attacked its body. Beat it so that the black smoke on its body shook.

The ghost king screamed in pain, and his body immediately recovered. Then he turned into a black light, raised the war gun in his hand, and killed Wang Qingmin.

Wang Qingmin had already locked him, and with a wave of his hand, the red poison and green poison were all used.

The ghost king suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain, and the armor on his body slowly corroded with his Yin Spirit Qi, and it seemed to become a little riddled with holes.

What kind of poison is this?

The ghost king was shocked in his heart, he felt sore all over his body now, especially in his body, there were bursts of severe pain, this Yuanying monk was really too weird, he was a ghost, he could still poison himself like this, if he was a flesh-and-blood existence, I am afraid that he would be poisoned to death by this poison directly.

"Click" was another heavenly thunderbolt struck his body, this time it caused him even more damage, and the ghost king only felt that his body seemed to be sealed by this lightning.

"Brush" is another assassination sword technique, and it is swung over.

The ghost king was injured and injured, and his solid body was a little unstable.

Run, run, it's too late.

The Yuanying Ghost King does already have profound wisdom, and when he sees that the opportunity is not good, he is about to flee.

However, against a monk like Wang Qingmin, who has a limited body shape, it is also a luxury to want to escape.

"Roar!" A voice froze again with the figure of the ghost king, and came out of his mouth. When the yin spirits in the distance heard this roar, they immediately rushed forward desperately and participated in Wang Qingmin's battle.

"Does it matter if there are more people?" Wang Qingmin sneered, and waved his hand wall, "Ice whirlwind!" "This is the first time that Wang Qingmin has used the spell of the Ice Whirlwind in this world.

In an instant, with the ghost king as the center, a large white tornado was formed, and it was mixed with prismatic ice spikes, which submerged into the ghost king's body under the squeeze of the wind.

This is a thirty-sixth-level infancy skill, much more powerful than that thunder and lightning technique.

The ghost king in the wind was not only unable to move his body, but even the mana of his whole body was solidified, and he could only freeze there and suffer such a ferocious blow.

Those Jindan Ghost Kings and Zhuji Ghost Kings who were close to this place were even more unlucky, and they were swept by the wind, like rootless fallen leaves in the wind, and they were sucked into the center and crowded together with the ghost king.

"Roar!" All the ghost kings were screaming in horror, but it didn't help at all, they couldn't make any movement in the wind, they could only be at the mercy of the wind.

After an ice whirlwind, these ghost kings immediately fled in all directions, but Wang Qingmin waved the "ice whirlwind" with his hand, and another storm appeared. The ghost kings who had just run out were dragged back again, squeezed around the infant ghost king again, and underwent the baptism of the ice storm again.

"Roar" all the ghost kings shouted in unison, if they knew that this rescue would have such a result, they would not rush over what they said.

In the distance, another ghost king who was fighting against the divine beast was even more frightened, and Wang Qingmin's performance now was really terrifying.

A Yuan Infant Ghost King, countless Jindan Ghost Kings and Zhuji Ghost Kings, but he was played with by him, it seems that it is difficult for those ghost kings to escape at this time.

It was thinking wildly, and it was not paying attention, and was sprayed by the flames of the divine beast.

The ghost king only felt as if he was enveloped in an infinite flame, which seemed to burn itself out, and the armor on its body turned into a layer of dark smoke and dissipated.

The boundless fear of "roaring" coupled with the trauma of his body made this ghost king roar directly and wanted to escape.

At this moment, a fiery red figure suddenly came to him, and the huge body pulled itself directly into its arms.

"No!" Xiao is the Ghost King is so arrogant, he also screamed miserably at this time, and then he was surrounded by raging flames.

The battle on its side had just ended, and Wang Qingmin's side had also come to an end.

After dozens of ice whirlwinds, except for the ghost king who was still dying, the other ghost kings had disappeared completely.

However, its body is also flickering and flickering, flashing and flashing, and it is not far from destruction.

In the distance, Wang Qingmin waved his hand again. "No" With the Ghost King's last shout, a white whirlwind surrounded him.

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