It's a pity that the black-bodied Rakshasa will never be able to figure out this problem, although the Flame Claw is just an ordinary Claw taken from the complete Underworld, it has really touched the sixth layer of the Flame Claw.

The poignant claws flashed, and the black-bodied rakshasa of the Ghost King realm stopped swinging the knife in midair.

His talisman armor was undamaged.

The heart of the chest has appeared a hole that runs through the front and back.

At the same time, an illusory figure appeared in mid-air not far from the Ghost King.

It is Zhang Baoshan's soul.

The moment Zhang Baoshan's soul appeared, the rich ghost qi around him surged towards him one after another, trying to turn him into a member of the ghost clan.

He had long expected this situation, and he did not have the slightest panic on his face, and quickly cultivated a certain ghost cultivation technique in the memory of the old demon in Lounan, absorbing and refining the ghost qi surging around him according to a special law.

The Ghost King's body hovered in mid-air for a moment, then turned into a burst of gray powder and scattered between heaven and earth.

The fusion of the six layers of the Dao of Sword, the Dao of Fire, and the Dao of Treachery formed a ghostly ghost claw that was enough to turn this black-bodied rakshasa of the Ghost King realm into flying ashes.

And that set of treasure-level talisman ghost armor became a temporary shelter for Zhang Baoshan's soul, nourishing his weak soul.

The city lord of the ghost city was killed by a human monk in an instant, and the aura of the other two slightly weaker ghost kings became unstable.

The previous Underworld Crushing City was not completely a false move, and the trace of the Shadow Flame mixed in it did have a certain amount of power contained in it, so they were blocked by the illusory Underworld for a moment.

The stunning beauty Rakshasa and the majestic tomb ghost in the appearance of a human general, wielding scarlet whips and notched swords respectively, screamed from both sides of the ghost city and rushed towards Zhang Baoshan's soul.

But in the next moment, they fled faster and faster outside the ghost city as if they had encountered a ghost, leaving away the solemnity and majesty of the ghost king.

In an alley in the ghost city, Su Yaqi was dressed in a heavenly mask and stood in front of a wall chanting words, but her eyes were always watching the battle taking place in mid-air.

In Su Yaqi's cold and beautiful eyes, there was no human emotion, only a kind of silence and coldness high above.

This was the case when the Crushing Underworld appeared, and it was the same when the black-bodied Rakshasa was killed, but now, her eternal cold expression was finally moved.

A strange black bird finch appeared in the ghost armor at some point.

In the sky above the ghost city, a large amount of rich ghost qi instantly boiled, as if it was torn apart by a huge tornado that appeared out of thin air, and frantically surged towards the ghost armor.

The two ghost kings turned around and fled outside the city just a moment before the ghosts boiled.

As a large amount of ghost qi continued to pour into the ghost armor, the body of the kiwi bird in the ghost armor became more and more condensed, and it quickly possessed an entity, as if it had crossed the stage of the ghost and became a ghost soldier.

After the kiwi birds and finches were completely solidified, the attraction to the ghost qi in the surrounding space increased instead of decreasing, and it increased suddenly, and the huge attraction caused all kinds of ghosts within a radius of hundreds of miles to shatter in an instant, turn into pure ghost qi, and fly towards the center of the dark whirlpool.

Outside the ghost city, Liu Zong and Zuo Taizhe, who were dressed in Tianmeng clothes, had already put away the photo stone, but they just grabbed the Tianmeng clothes that were pulled by the whirlpool, and looked at the terrifying scene like the birth of a giant ghost in mid-air with a horrified face.

The main material of Tianmengyi is the bark of the ghost tree, and it is also within the range of that pitch-black vortex devouring, in the core of the ghost tree that is nearly 10,000 meters deep into the ghost tree, if there is no Tianmengyi, the fate of these two core disciples of the Xuanzong can be imagined.

"I'm obedient, is our sect recruiting the ancient devil to get started?" Liu Zong was tightly wrapped in Tianmeng's clothes, but he only showed a pair of eyes outside, looking at the terrifying scene in mid-air in horror.

"Last month, the sect just invited Admiralty to recruit a true legend of the Daomen, and this month I saw such a devil, both of them are called Zhang Baoshan, it's really not good, I also changed my name to Zhang Baoshan."

As soon as Zuo Taizhe's words fell, the pulling force from above increased again, and he hurriedly shut up, clutching Tianmeng's clothes tightly, and didn't dare to speak anymore.

A high-level reggae not far from the two of them, clinging to a stone, exploded in a terrifying roar, turning into a thick gray ghostly qi, merging into thousands of surging qi tides, flowing towards the center of the whirlpool.

Seeing this scene, the two of them no longer dared to stay where they were, frantically consuming the aura in their bodies, and fled to the direction of the wall city as fast as they could.

In the alleys of the ghost town, Su Yaqi chanted the spell faster and faster, and the speed became faster and faster, and a little ripple began to appear on the wall in front of her.

The ripples gradually expanded, gradually enveloping the small area around Su Yaqi.

Su Yaqi stopped chanting, looked up and took a deep look at the dark vortex in the air, then stepped onto the wall and disappeared.

The ripples on the wall also disappeared.

At this time, Zhang Baoshan's consciousness was blank.

As soon as he started running a top-level ghost cultivation technique in the memory of the old demon in Lounan, there was a throbbing in his mind, and then he fainted.

In a trance, he felt like he was back in his mother's **, swimming freely in the warm and comfortable amniotic fluid.

Well, while swimming, I occasionally drink a few sips of amniotic fluid.

Swimming, swimming, he felt that the speed of the amniotic fluid was getting more and more unable to keep up with the speed of his drinking, so he frantically asked around.

Every once in a while, his body became larger, and his demand for amniotic fluid also increased, but the amniotic fluid gushing in became less and less until it dried up.

In the chaotic darkness, Zhang Baoshan slowly opened his eyes, and there was a fresh and empty place in his eyes, and the gray ghost aura in the air within a radius of thousands of miles actually dissipated.

The warm sunlight shone straight down from the sky, sprinkled in the gloomy ghosts that had not seen the sun for countless years, scorching the residual dead ghost qi in the soil, and emitting bursts of "snort" sounds.

He casually condensed a gloomy mirror, and a red-faced rakshasa with a height of more than seven meters and a purple body and blue eyes immediately appeared in the mirror.

The big difference from the real Rakshasa royal family is his pitch-black bird feather full of sharp knives, and the jet-black knife flowing on the bird feathers is the sharp knife qi of the dragon bird black knife that Zhang Baoshan is familiar with.

He moved his hands and feet slightly, feeling the unprecedented power in his new body, and suddenly felt like he wanted to cry without tears.

The human body is gone, but it has been replaced with the body of the peak realm of the ghost king, which makes his suicide plan seriously stranded.

The ghost city under Zhang Baoshan has long been empty, the powerful ghost clans have fled, and the ghost clans without strength have all turned into ghosts and absorbed by him. He rubbed the bird feathers on his head, and couldn't remember what happened after running the ghost cultivation method, so he simply stopped thinking about it, and the surging ghost qi in his body surged towards his heart, and he actually planned to explode directly.

At this moment, there was a sudden spatial movement in the ghost town.

Zhang Baoshan was stunned, shrunk his body to the size of an ordinary person, and appeared in an alley below.

A wall in the alley gradually twisted and rippled, and a purple beautiful leg stepped out of the spatial ripples, and then Su Yaqi, dressed in a purple palace dress and with a cold temperament, appeared in front of Zhang Baoshan's eyes.

The two people, one was the ghostly Rakshasa royal family, and the other was the thunderous Ancient Thunder Emperor, who were separated by a few meters, and their eyes widened and their eyes narrowed.

The small half of the center of the ghost town, between the eyes of the two peerless masters, quietly disappeared and turned into nothingness.

"So, you stupid woman is really that ancient female Thunder Emperor?" The two looked at each other in silence, and finally Zhang Baoshan opened his mouth first.

Su Yaqi, who was covered with thunder and lightning runes, did not get angry at all, but regained a bit of humanity, winked at Zhang Baoshan playfully, bent her knees slightly, and said sincerely: "Reincarnation is difficult to cultivate, the concubine body has been transferred to the one hundred and eighth life, if it turns a few more times, I am afraid that the origin mark will be lost." The concubine thanked her friends. ”

"I've helped you so much, you just say thank you and it's over?" Zhang Baoshan stared at the position of Su Yaqi's chest, meaning something.

"You smashed my immortal treasure, Haotian Mirror, I won't pursue that matter." Su Yaqi was stunned for a moment, and said with a little weakness.

When Zhang Baoshan heard the word "Xianbao", he was so angry that he couldn't help but start directly, and destroyed the flowers with his spicy hands.

He turned his head to look at a majestic aura in the distance.

There, there was a dead-faced rakshasa that was equivalent to the primordial old monster watching them quietly.

"Give me a copy of your cultivation memory, and I'll help you kill that old ghost." Zhang Baoshan glanced at the dead-faced Rakshasa a few times, and turned his head to Su Yaqi and said seriously.

In his eyes, although Su Yaqi's aura is strong, reaching the level of Jindan Eightfold, he has a sense of being strong on the outside and dry in the middle, and it is very likely that the realm is not stable.

At this time, not to mention the Dead-Face Rakshasa on the top, even against the black-bodied Rakshasa at the peak of the Ghost King, it is difficult for Su Yaqi to leave the Ghost Rakshasa .

Su Yaqi was shocked by Zhang Baoshan's price of sitting on the ground, she stretched out her white fingers, pointed at Zhang Baoshan's hideous grimace, and was a little speechless in anger.

"You...... You...... Shame on you! ”

"I don't want your bath memory, it's a cultivation memory, big sister!" Zhang Baoshan replied mercilessly.

Su Yaqi took a few deep breaths, suppressed the restless thunder and lightning runes in her body, and then decisively took out a rubbing jade from the storage bag, pasted the jade on her forehead, and began to rub her cultivation memory.

Zhang Baoshan guessed correctly, it only took her one day to break through from the middle level of Qi cultivation to the Golden Pill Eightfold in the Thunder Pool in the secret realm, even if she ate some pills that strengthened the foundation of Peiyuan, she was still a little unstable. Now she is really not high in real combat power.

Idle, Zhang Baoshan snatched a few jars of ghost wine from a tavern in a ghost town, opened the sealed altar mud and poured it directly.

There is no ghost in the ghost wine, it is indifferent and tasteless, but it is better than nothing.

"Grunt" drank bitterly, and a few jars of ghost wine entered Zhang Baoshan's stomach.