Maybe Teacher Wang hadn't seen it yet, but Ling Yan had already noticed that the ghost shadow that flew into the Ghost King Pavilion early and was one step faster than the ghost immortal. Bayi Chinese.com <<≤.≤8<

This is still because the ghost god did not deliberately hide his aura, Ling Yan can conclude that if he needs to deliberately, he is only afraid that Ling Yan will urge the killing god dragon shadow, otherwise it will never be possible to spy on his existence.

As soon as the voice of the vicissitudes of the ghosts and gods came out, Teacher Wang and Hu Mei were both shocked, and even the dementor general couldn't help but be a little moved, but the phantom dragon sat alone in the phantom dragon seal, without the slightest wavering.

"Although my ghost domain has always been unwavering, no grace and no resentment, but the tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, and before the demon world forces can move towards my ghost domain, the Heavenly Court Army is approaching, hey!"

There are not many ghost myths, but every sentence, there is a kind of helplessness and vicissitudes that involve people's hearts, after listening, there is a feeling that the heart is towards him, he feels helpless about this matter, he also feels helpless, he feels that this matter is worth being happy, and he is also worth being happy.

This is a Mahayana method of mind without any rank, even if Ling Yan listens to it, it is a little difficult to resist, only by constantly reciting the mantra of pure heart in his heart can he abide by his mind.

The ghosts and gods saw that the people present were silent, but they also knew that these people had some skills.

Ling Yan had just taken a leisurely breath and carefully looked at the dark shadow, but it was a shadow shrouded in a dark black mist, and he couldn't see what it looked like.

Ling Yan couldn't help but be a little curious in his heart, it was rumored that among the variables in the mortal realm, the tribulation of ghosts and gods that he had experienced was related to this ghost god, and he didn't know if he was the same as the huge ghost god he had seen at the beginning.

It's a pity that the treasure given by Bai Fengyu can't keep up with Ling Yan's grade and has disappeared, otherwise it can be compared.

However, the Ghost King seemed to have seen through Ling Yan's thoughts, and smiled slightly, and the vicissitudes of life floated out of the black mist that he couldn't see his face clearly.

"I heard that President Ling is from Shenzhou?"

Don't hear about it, it's just. Ling Yan nodded.

"Hehe, you must be curious about what I look like!" The voice of the ghost god does not have that high-minded taste, but it has a special taste of controlling everything, this taste is not overbearing, but a concept inherent in heaven and earth, which is unpredictable.

While Ling Yan was still surprised and strange, the surrounding scene had already begun to distort.

"It's a space-time reversal!! Ghosts and gods are indeed ghosts, and they can perform such magical spells with a wave of their hands! At this moment, Ling Yan's heart suddenly sounded the voice of the phantom dragon.

"Isn't it amazing?" Ling Yan asked with a soft chuckle.

"Only the Immortal Emperor can barely cast it, it can directly forcibly transfer the surrounding people, things, and everything to the place imagined in his mind, and it does not allow the object to be converted to resist, and there is no need to use spatial coordinates, it can be said that under the transformation, it is all in the mind of the caster, even if they transfer you to their nest, it is just a thought. Of course, there is a limit to conversion, if you are stronger than the ghost, then he will not be able to convert you! Phantom Dragon said lightly.

Stronger than ghosts?? This is naturally impossible, but if you absorb the Heavenly Soul by yourself, you are also an Immortal Emperor-level existence, but the ghosts and gods can easily transfer themselves between them?

"This ghost god is only afraid of the water god, the Huangquan monarch, you should not give in, the dark god and the demon god, even the demon god, can not be compared!" The Phantom Dragon made a rough comparison, during this period of time when the surrounding space was shifting.

Ling Yan just listened more and more calmly, indeed, the existence of the ghost domain was too long, and the demon dao forces were almost rising stars, they had not been in the outer heavens for a long time, but that was also the demon god had been planning for a long time before fighting for a piece of territory for the demon dao, and it could be regarded as an old tree taking root.

It's just that the power of the ghosts and gods can be as strong as the level of the Huangquan Sovereign?? That's an exaggeration, isn't it?

Ling Yan said casually, but the distorted space around him suddenly gradually became calmer, this kind of scene was not amazing, the ripple marks slowly turned into smooth mirrors, and all the scenery was restored to its original state.

It's just that everyone is not standing in the Ghost King Pavilion.

Instead, it stood in a place of utter darkness, boundless, cosmic darkness.

The fox girl hurriedly leaned towards Ling Yan's side, the delicate melon seed's face was full of terror, the fox's tail couldn't hide and wrapped around Ling Yan's thigh, and her mouth trembled: "Master Horse, what is this place?" ”

Ling Yan was a little helpless and wanted to get rid of the fox, but at this moment, in the darkness, a melodious and continuous ghost howl suddenly sounded.

The sound is leisurely and swaying, like a howl, and like a shout, the first time I hear it, the first time I hear it, almost all of it is a different feeling.

In the darkness, a little starlight began to shine, the stars began to circulate, the sun and the moon began to circle, and the true meaning of the universe seemed to interpret Ling Yan, or Ling Yan, about to interpret the universe.

I don't know how long it has been, I don't know how long it will be, or if time has been forgotten.

A large silhouette began to emerge in front of him.

The outline is like a fog that slowly dissipates, slowly becoming clear, it is a huge statue, covered with chains, muscles, skin, are stitched together with incomparably tough needles and threads, its eyes are scattered with ghostly fire, its lips are stitched together, its head is horned, and the skin and flesh on its body are covered with pieces of scales, hideous and terrifying, making people fearful, frightened and jealous...

It is the Spirit, the most powerful dark spirit in the world.

"See??" Although the lips of the ghost god were sewn with needles and threads, its majestic and vicissitudes of voice sounded in everyone's hearts.

The ghosts and immortals, ghost steps and ghosts who came with them, couldn't help but bow down, they couldn't bear this divine might, they were even more excited, and looked at the ghosts and gods with great piety, the powerful gods who seemed to be imprisoned at the end of the universe.

"See!" Ling Yan said lightly, with no waves in his eyes.

He saw that this was the ghosts, the past, the present, and the future.

"Do you believe in my powers??" The ghost god turned to look at Ling Yan with his eyes blazing with ghostly fire, and said melodiously.

Its muscles are full of explosive power, everything about it, as if it is born for destruction, it raised its head proudly, looked at everything, and said: "I tell you, the most destructive in this world is not a demon, but our ghost!" Because our strength comes from people's hearts, people's hearts!! Ling Yan!! I need your strength, and you need my strength!! I need a chance to be free, will you give me this chance? ”

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(Happy New Year, New Year.) ）