Above Hao Jun's head, a ghostly big fist that whirred had already been killed, and the diameter of the fist alone was more than ninety centimeters, much larger than the first punch just now, after all, when the ghost old man hit the first punch, he only thought it was a one-sided bullying, and he didn't expect Hao Jun to be different, so he only used three or four percent of his strength.

The current fist is different, judging from the momentum alone, it should already be a punch that the ghost old man has used with all his might.

The ghost old man has nearly a thousand years of cultivation, and he is making all his moves under anger, the power of this fist can be imagined, if it is smashed on the body, even if he does not die, he will have to lie at home for ten days and half a month.

But Hao Jun, who was under the big black fist, didn't see much panic.

"Wu Mu Qilin Palm!" He also raised his right hand and slapped it above his head.

His physical body also has cultivation, although it has only been a few decades, it is enough to meet the conditions for the use of Wumu Qilin Palm, so two Qilin appeared in this palm.

A large black unicorn, about forty centimeters tall.

There is also a golden yang unicorn, but it is only six or seven centimeters tall, not as big as a palm.

But as the saying goes, people can't look good, and the sea can't fight. This sentence is not an exaggeration to put on this little golden unicorn.

But the first to be attacked was not the little golden unicorn, but the pitch-black yin unicorn.

The size of the jet-black fist was more than twice that of the Yin Qilin, as if it were a jet-black giant mountain, enveloping the Yin Qilin's whole body, carrying a surging wave of unceremoniously under the Yin Qilin's hood.

Whose hand did the deer die?

Bang!

First, a loud bang was heard.

The big black fist with a radius of nearly one meter slammed into the jet-black unicorn that came behind. The black unicorn raised its head and angry eyes, fought bravely, and was not afraid.

However, although its strength was strong, it was too different from the energy contained in the fist, and it unwillingly turned into a few wisps of black smoke and exploded.

However, its mission has actually been accomplished, and two-thirds of the black fist that will be as huge as a mountain has been smashed.

By the time it dissipated, it had already predicted that its enemy, the one-third of the Black Fist that had only one-third left, would not be able to bargain for any benefit, because its good brother, the seemingly unassuming but majestic Golden Qilin, had already roared into it.

Bang!

There was another loud bang, and the agitated energy overflowed.

In the blink of an eye, the depressing atmosphere just now suddenly disappeared, and whether it was a fist or a unicorn, there was no trace.

"Good!" Hao Jun couldn't help but secretly say that his joy at defeating an old ghost who had cultivated for thousands of years without blessing any energy was self-evident.

In this way, with only his current cultivation and Hao Shuai's physical body, he can not be afraid of any opponent of the thousand-year-old cultivation. But what if you bless the mysterious energy of the colorful relics? Hum......

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but snicker.

Hao Jun was overjoyed here, but the ghost old man floating above his head was miserable. If he only thought that Hao Jun had hit him by a sneak attack, now it was obvious that he had realized his mistake.

He kept shaking his head, he couldn't believe it, he was so frightened that he wanted to die.

Originally, he was full of confidence and wanted to go to the mysterious space to explore, but he only left the underworld with his front feet, and planted a big heel here. It was a big blow to him, and he no longer had any interest in continuing the expedition.

So, he thought of going home, back to his ghost town.

He slowly fell down, landed on the ground two or three meters away from Hao Jun, and unwillingly took out the Yin Yang Passage Ticket.

However, to his surprise, Hao Jun suddenly smiled and accelerated sharply, and slammed his wrist and buckled it to death.

"Ah, it hurts...... You let go of Lao Tzu! He only felt that his wrist was burned violently, and then his entire ghost body was shrouded in Hao Jun's yang energy, and he suddenly felt as if he had been thrown into the furnace.

The damn Yin-Yang Channel Ticket is a single ticket, and it can't drive two ghosts at the same time, so it also loses its effect.

Enduring the heart-rending pain, the ghost old man threw away the waste ticket, and raised his other hand in a rage, wanting to punch Hao Jun, the bastard.

However, as soon as his hand was raised, Hao Jun's other hand also came up and clamped his hand like a big pincer.

"Nima's, I just want to go home!" The ghost old man's whole face was distorted, and he cursed in horror.

"Come if you want, leave if you want, scold if you want, beat if you want, you can't be a vegetarian?" Hao Jun smiled, he was just a whim, and he gave the ghost old man such an unexpected move, but he didn't expect the effect to be quite good, and the effect was not lost at all, which can be described as worry-free and effort-saving.

"Bastard!" The ghost old man was about to die of anger, and he felt that he had really fallen into eight lifetimes of blood mold before he encountered a dead pervert like him.

"Don't get excited, I'll free you right away!" Hao Jun smiled meaningfully, and immediately released his ghost qi to envelop the ghost old man.

This is undoubtedly worse for the ghost old man, and the pain is even worse, and his life will be lost.

As soon as Hao Jun's ghost aura was released, the ghost old man immediately judged the level of his cultivation.

", it's only been more than 400 years of cultivation?" The ghost old man couldn't help but be annoyed and angry, when did he get bullied by such a little ghost and become a ghost?

He endured the pain and immediately launched a counterattack.

His cultivation is higher than Hao Jun's, and it stands to reason that he should not be afraid of Hao Jun's devouring.

Why didn't he want to devour Hao Jun in turn?

It's just that he's like a fish on a chopping board, and he has no power to resist.

He gathered the ghost qi and wanted to swallow Hao Jun, but who could have expected that Hao Jun's devouring speed suddenly increased sharply without warning, and suddenly increased by more than twenty times.

"This?" The ghost old man had already accepted his fate, and only blamed himself for not looking at the yellow calendar when he went out, so that he died without explanation.

Now let alone the delusional resistance, he only felt that his ghost qi was like a river bursting the embankment, and there was no way to control the "woo woo woo" rushing towards Hao Jun.

And Hao Jun is like a bottomless pit that is not satisfied, he really does not refuse to come to these ghosts, and he can swallow as much as he wants.

It can be seen from his crazy expression that he just thinks that this ghost aura is too little, and he doesn't mean even a little too much.

You must know that even if an ordinary ghost devours someone else's ghost, it can't be endless, but has a limit.

How much you can swallow and digest each time is based on the strength of your own ghost body. If they devour it blindly, if they accidentally absorb too much ghost qi and exceed the tolerance limit of their own ghost body, their ghost body will burst open with a bang, and there will be no corpse.

It's all come to this point, what else can the ghost old man do, he can't escape, and it's futile to resist. Soon, he died with hatred, leaving a small pile of Dead Coins on the ground.