The book is picked up again

"The people of Er will fall!"

Ending the life of the Sun Flame Ghost General, midnight covered the sky of hope again, and the words of the inevitable decline of this clan spread throughout the entire Hundred Ghost Clan, stained with blood and imprinted in the hearts of every Hundred Ghost Clan.

"Zhen'er!"

In the middle of the night, with a flick of one sleeve, a white figure emerged, three thousand green silks were scattered, a white dress fluttering, and his face was extremely pale, so white that it was distressing.

"Zhen'er is here!" Lin Zhen replied with a smile, quietly watching Midnight, waiting for orders.

"The soul power that escaped after the death of the Hundred Ghost Clan was purified by me and gathered here, your task is to absorb as much of this soul power as possible, the more you absorb, the greater your creation, as for how much you can absorb, it depends on your luck."

Midnight pointed to the place where the ghost power was at its peak in the sky, and said to Lin Zhen, this was the first time he had said something to Lin Zhen so seriously.

With the improvement of his strength and the unsealing of many memories, Midnight also understood how powerful the enemy he would face in the future was, and now, Lin Zhen's strength was seriously unable to keep up with the improvement of his strength and the changes in the times.

At the same time, it is impossible for Midnight to protect her all the time, so Lin Zhen's strength must be improved, even if it is forcibly instilled, Midnight must create a ghost king. This ghost king can not only protect himself, but also lead the army to kill the enemy and become a force under his command.

Becoming a ghost king is Midnight's expectation for Lin Zhen!

When Midnight said this, Lin Zhen knew what Midnight meant, and increasing her strength was not only Midnight's expectation of her, but also her own desire for her own future.

Long ago I don't know how long ago, Lin Zhen had been secretly working hard to improve her own strength, the space where she was located had a large amount of dark energy, and every moment, she was constantly absorbing and using the spiritual energy. However, the Underworld Qi is a power that can only be absorbed by the highest bloodline of the Underworld, and it is far from being something that her little Dream Yin Spirit can touch.

So much so that absorbing a trace of dark qi will use a lot of her time and energy, in order to be able to help Midnight and really become his help, Lin Zhen has paid a lot, but she has no words, and she will not tell.

Now, seeing the ghost power that was so pure that it was like an air current, Lin Zhen's heart suddenly skipped a beat, although Midnight's face was a little serious, but Lin Zhen's heart was warm and tideful, and he immediately floated into the center of the ghost power, turning into a whirlpool, and trying his best to absorb this pure ghost power.

Becoming a ghost king is also Lin Zhen's inner desire!

From summoning Lin Zhen to Lin Zhen to absorbing the ghost power with all his might, it was only a few breaths.

After laying an enchantment beside Lin Zhen, the evil qi on Midnight's body gushed out unreservedly, and the strong pressure made the legs of the Hundred Ghost Clansmen who were slowly approaching around them weak, and they couldn't help but want to kneel.

At this, Midnight turned a blind eye and floated forward, approaching the new patriarch of the hundred ghosts, "Are you the one who provoked this rebellion?" ”

"This is not a rebellion, this is a fight for freedom, a fight for the rise of the nation!" The black-robed Hundred Ghost Patriarch roared angrily.

"Freedom? Have I restricted your freedom? Rise, hum, this is destruction! There is an underworld covenant in front, you are the first to go against the situation, the rat is blind, you have exhausted your own people, and the race is in danger, such you are not worthy of being the patriarch! This position is better done by the old ghost! ”

Midnight sneered, and the black thunder around him was released, aiming directly at the black-robed patriarch.

"Devil, ghost general, where is it?" The black-robed patriarch roared, and suddenly a large group of ghost clans flew from all around, seeing that there were hundreds of ghosts on the scale, these should be the most elite existences of the hundred ghost clan.

"Give it all to me, and anyone who hinders the prosperity of my clan will be killed!"

"Kill!"

In the face of the siege and killing of hundreds of elite ghost clans, Midnight did not even frown, and the thunder around him moved on his own, like a thunder falling from the sky, pouring down, and for a while, no one could get close to Midnight's body.

For the betrayer, Midnight will not show mercy, not to mention, if Lin Zhen wants to evolve into a ghost king, the amount of ghost power required is not a small amount, and the appearance of these hundreds of elites at this time provides rich resources for Lin Zhen's cultivation.

Therefore, midnight seems to be a light attack, but it does not leave a hand at all, and all the ghosts touched by the dark thunder have nothing left except for a body of pure ghost power that has been condensed.

The reason for this effect has a lot to do with the evolution of the midnight thunder core.

With the cultivation of the Yin and Netherworld Black Hole, the thunder core condensed in Midnight's body gradually merged with the Dark Qi, and a series of changes were produced, changing in a different direction from Qinggong. And this change makes the Dark Thunder have the special attributes of the Dark Qi and the powerful attack and destructive power of the Thunderbolt at the same time.

Among them, this special attribute includes the restriction on the hundred ghost clan.

The use of the Yin Qi was a method that could only be mastered by the royal family of the underworld and the people with the top status in the underworld ten thousand years ago. Anyone who has mastered the underworld qi has an innate domination over the underworld races, and the underworld qi is the highest level of power to restrain all the races in the underworld, and it is basically a super power to restrain all ghosts.

At that time, the Hundred Ghost Clan, even though there were geniuses who led the clan to prosperity, they still failed to touch the level of the use of spiritual energy. The Dark Qi has an all-round restraint effect on them, coupled with the powerful destructive power in the Midnight Dark Thunder, but if the ghost power is too low, it will be wiped out in an instant, becoming part of Lin Zhen's absorption of the ghost power.

Obviously, the black-robed patriarch didn't expect that the midnight thunder would be so powerful, could it be that the Hundred Ghost Clan would be crushed by the Underworld Imperial Clan forever? No, I don't allow it, the ambition of my Hundred Ghost Clan does not allow it, now that the royal family is in decline, it is a good time for the Hundred Ghost Clan to rise, as long as I can kill this royal remnant and replace his bloodline, my Hundred Ghost Clan can successfully replace the royal family and become the ruler of the new generation of the underworld.

As long as you can kill him, it's worth paying more! Thinking like this, the black-robed patriarch's undulating chest gradually calmed down, and the blood in his eyes flashed, revealing a hint of determination.

It's too slow.

When less than half of the hundred ghost powerhouses who surrounded him were left, Midnight spit out this sentence.

I saw that Midnight put away the dark thunder, and the gray long sword in his hand appeared, and then, wisps of black dark qi wrapped around it, turning it into black ink.

After taking out the gray long sword, Midnight's figure disappeared in an instant, and the hundred ghost powerhouses who had lost their goal for a while were suddenly a little dazed, but they quickly stared at the surrounding void with a vigilant look on their faces.

Burst!

With a muffled sound, a long sword that came out of nowhere had harvested one life after another in an instant, and anyone who was stabbed by the black long sword turned into flying ashes and scattered in the void.

The fear that could not be avoided accumulated in the hearts of every remaining hundred ghost powerhouses, and the elusive long sword seemed to have become their lingering nightmare.

That figure, that man, the elusive figure, devoured life, like a cold-blooded demon, without blinking or merciless.

Fear breeds in the hearts of every Hundred Ghost Clan.