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Chapter 399: You're Not a Ghost King

"Gandiro, you ......"

couldn't help but be shocked, the iron suit was tightly wrapped around these strong vines, and he couldn't move for a moment, only to realize that he had been fooled, and said incredulously: "You are in a group with the ghost king?"

"Great offering, you actually ......"

Hada also looked at Gandiro with a bewildered expression, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Not only him, but even the emperor is incredible.

The great worship of the dignified Cuppie country, the high power, the authority of a country, and the company of a big devil like the ghost king, is simply fantastical, is it possible......

"You've also been hit by the Black Soul Seal?"

"Black Soul Seal?

Pouting disdainfully, Gandiluo said with a look of disdain: "With the old man's spiritual power cultivation, the ghost king doesn't dare to put a spell on the old man casually." ”

"Then why do you obey him?" At this time, the emperor was even more puzzled.

Gandiro raised his head arrogantly and sneered: "The old man is not his subordinate, there is no need to listen to him, we are just a simple cooperative relationship." Maybe you don't know it yet, the mighty Black Soul Tree a hundred years ago was created by the old man and the ghost king. The old man gave it life, and the ghost king gave it a soul. But it didn't come to fruition, and in the end, it was burned by the Holy Fire Sect Leader with his ground-level holy fire. The old man's hard work has been completely ruined!"

"What?"

couldn't help but be shocked, and everyone looked at him incredulously: "The Black Soul Disaster a hundred years ago, and your share?"

"Why?"

The iron battle suit was tightened by the vines, his face was flushed, and the blue tendons on his forehead were exposed, but he still gritted his teeth and asked: "You are already a member of the Kewpie National University, and you are in a high position, why do you want to collude with the ghost king to do such a thing of poisoning living beings?"

"In order to break through the existing cultivation and explore the unknown realm!"

"You want to break through to the Spirit Realm?"

"Not bad!"

Nodding his head firmly, Gandiro said with a solemn face: "As a cultivator, constantly breaking through the limits of cultivation and reaching a higher realm is the pursuit of a cultivator's life. However, the peak of the third order of the magic spirit seems to be the biggest bottleneck for all cultivators, even though the spiritual power has been increasing and the strength is increasing day by day, but there is no movement in the cultivation. Quantitative change can never achieve qualitative change. Therefore, the old man wants to use the Black Soul Tree to absorb the soul power of all living beings to help the old man break through!"

"That's why you're in cahoots with the Ghost King?"

Staring at him tightly, Iron Suit asked again.

Nodding lightly, now that Gandiro has nothing to hide, he said honestly: "What the Ghost King is asking for is to make a fortune, to be like their Holy Fire Sect Founding Ancestor, to carry forward the entire Pope and dominate the world." But what the old man wants to pursue is to break through the existing cultivation and reach a higher cultivation realm. Although the goal is different, what we have to do is the same, which is to resurrect the Black Soul Tree. ”

"Dreaming!"

Gritting his teeth, hearing him say this, the iron armor's eyes were full of anger, and the muscles of his whole body tightened into steel, trying to break the vine that was tightly wrapped around him.

But the vine was harder than a diamond, and softer than water, and no matter how hard he tried, there was no sign of breaking.

Gandiluo looked at him coldly and pursed his lips disdainfully: "Save your energy, the old man has been practicing in front of the green jade staff for a hundred years, although he has not refined the ground-level power of its wood system, but it is also semi-ground-level." The characteristics of wood in the five elements are straightness, bending and stretching, and combining rigidity and softness. Now that you're tied up by me, there's no way to break free easily, and ......"

As he spoke, Gandiro's eyes were certain, and he beat his hand again, but when he saw that on the green vines, countless small sharp thorns suddenly grew on the ground, which instantly pierced into the body of the iron suit, and immediately stabbed him to spasm all over his body.

You must know that the steel and iron bones of this iron suit are invulnerable, and now they can be pierced into the skin by these small thorns, which shows how hard this thorn is.

Yes!

The blood couldn't stop flowing, and the iron suit couldn't help but scream at the sky, but soon closed his mouth again, and continued to stretch with a resolute face.

Seeing this, Gandiro couldn't help but laugh and said, "Iron suit, don't bother. You are only the tenth on the combat power list, and the old man is the seventh, and your strength is already below the old man. Especially now, you don't even wear the dragon soul armor, and your strength is even lower, and you can't stop the old man's wood-based spell at all. The more you struggle, the more you get hurt, so why bother?"

"Yes, big brother, without the Dragon Soul Armor, the resistance of the spells we cast on that magic spirit has been reduced by half, and now we have no chance of winning at all!"

"Shut up!"

Hearing his words, the other four royal worshippers also nodded their heads again and again, but they saw that the eyes of the iron warrior were firm, and they still gritted their teeth and said: "Long-range magic spirit, short-range war emperor." Ordinary people say that if the emperor of war is not close, he can't beat the magic spirit, but the old man doesn't believe in this evil. ”

Click!

As he spoke, the vines that were tightly wrapped around the iron suit began to gradually crumble.

Gandiro's brow twitched, and his face looked surprised.

How can it be?

But before he could cast another spell to strengthen the power of the vine, the iron battle suit was already shouting, and roared: "What's more, now that it is about the ancestral foundation, how can the old man, as a royal worshipper, sit still and wait to die?"

Touch!

With a loud roar, the arms of the iron battle suit froze, and all the vines on his body collapsed, although his whole body was dripping with blood, but the powerful momentum shook Gandiro and took a few steps back, and his face was shocked.

How could it be...... This old guy's strength has reached this point?

But before he could react to what was going on, the iron suit was already instantly bullied, and a claw grabbed at his head.

As the so-called melee combat is the world of the Emperor of War, not to mention that this is the pinnacle of the Emperor of War, the iron suit.

Now that he is so close, that Gandiro can't help but be shocked in his heart, and his heart is cold.

He understood that the grasp of the iron suit would definitely catch him to death in an instant, but he never expected that he, the seventh on the world's list, would be killed by the tenth under a sneak attack, which is really ironic.

Iron suit, you really have a kind, the old man admires, but ......

Sneering and shaking his head, a wicked look crossed the corner of Gandiro's mouth.

Then, when he saw a black light flash, the old man in black had already made a sudden move: "Eleventh grade mid-level spell, Yin Soul Finger!"

Burst!

With a muffled sound, a black light rushed directly into the chest of the iron suit.

Iron Suit suddenly felt as if his head had exploded, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the claw had already flown upside down before it could catch Gandiro's head. After falling to the ground, his face was already pale, and he glared at him with no anger.

"Ghost King, if it weren't for your sneak attack, the old man would never be defeated!"

"That's right, Iron Suit, your strength, the old man admires. The old man admitted that if it weren't for the two masters joining forces today, they would have attacked one after another. It is impossible to take down any of them. At this point, you really deserve to be the protector of the Nanzhao Tie family. ”

The black figure fell, and the old man raised his head slightly, and hugged his fist very solemnly to the iron suit.

After Tie Zhanyi glanced at him deeply, his eyes suddenly burst out, and he said incredulously: "You...... Not the Ghost King, who are you?"