"Jiji, little doll, although you are the peerless ancestor of the Dou Qi Realm, but in our opinion, you are still just like ants, in this world, there are many existences, even if you are the peerless ancestor of the Dou Sheng Realm, you can't afford to provoke it, just ants, you dare to be so disrespectful to our seven ghosts in the Netherworld, today our seven ghosts will eat you, so as to get rid of the shackles of this Xuanyin Mountain Range, and let people have more fat sheep in the world for us to enjoy."

The other party spoke, and his voice was extremely cold......

Moreover.

After speaking.

In the void in front of Mo Lao, a black mist suddenly appeared, and the black mist trembled for a while, and then a figure appeared.

This figure looked terrifying, this figure had seven heads, a body, and a pair of feet, but it had fourteen arms.

And each head is different, from left to right, the leftmost is the black head, followed by white, red, green, blue, yellow, purple.

These heads, all with long fangs, look terrifying.

"Hmph, I look so ugly, and I dare to disrespect the deity, it's just looking for death!!"

Mo Lao snorted coldly, not afraid of the strange shadow in front of him.

"Dignified, little doll, you are the ugly monk, we are so handsome of the seven ghosts of the netherworld, and you, an ugly cultivator, dare to insult us of the seven ghosts of the netherworld so much, we of the seven ghosts of the netherworld, if you don't teach you a lesson, you won't know how powerful our seven ghosts of the netherworld are." The seven heads of the seven ghosts of the Netherworld looked at each other for a moment, and then looked at Mo Lao.

"Hmph, the seven ghosts of the netherworld dare to be so rampant in front of the deity, or not, the deity will accept you today." Mo Lao shouted angrily, and suddenly rose into the air......

He is the peerless ancestor of the Dou Saint Realm, not to mention, he still has the heaven-level fighting technique given by Ye Qiong in his hand.

If it really comes to strength, even those five or six Dou Saints are not his opponents!

And the other party is just a ghost with seven heads, a body at the peak of the True Spirit Realm, and he still treats him as a fat sheep.

In Mo Lao's opinion, these seven ghosts in the netherworld are really impatient.

Mo Lao said, just shot directly, his speed was extremely fast, just a flicker rushed to the seven ghosts of the netherworld, and he hit it with one punch.

"Jiji, I really don't know what to do, dare to be the enemy of our seven ghosts in the netherworld, today I will let you see the power of our seven ghosts in the netherworld." The middle skull spoke.

"I'm really impatient to live a life that is a single ant, and dares to be enemies of the seven of us."

The yellow head said that in their eyes, Mo Lao was just a small ant.

Even if Mo Lao's strength is there!

"Look for death!"

Mo Lao roared angrily. One punch came down, but the seven ghosts of the Netherworld disappeared in an instant, making Mo Lao's angry blow hit the air hard.

"Ant, die."

Suddenly.

That's when it happened.

A sharp voice sounded fiercely behind Yang Han, heartbreaking, and the next moment, a black gas suddenly hit Mo Lao's back, and the black gas seemed to be like a leech, which was penetrating everywhere, and it only penetrated into Mo Lao's body in a moment.

Mo Lao was forced to take a few steps forward directly by this impact, and only then did he stop, the black qi was extremely cold, like ice, making Mo Lao's body suddenly extremely cold.

It's like falling into an ice cellar......

"Truly, ant, you have been hit by our seven ghosts in the netherworld, and you have supreme underworld, even Da Luo Jin Xian can't save you." The seven ghosts of the netherworld appeared in front of Mo Lao, and at this time, the seven ghosts of the netherworld had been completely split and became seven figures, looking at Mo Lao greedily, as if Mo Lao was their lamb to be slaughtered.

"Truly, ants, they can't even stand our palms, and they want to accept us, are people in this world so arrogant." The black-headed ghost creature looked at Mo Lao and said sharply.

"Hmph, whoever is arrogant, you will know later." Mo Lao clutched his chest, his face a little pale.

However, the next moment, his face instantly turned red.

This scene really shocked the seven ghosts of the netherworld, this person was still gray before, how long did this person ......

This is the common voice of the seven ghosts of the netherworld.

"Haha, thank you for your supreme aura, if it weren't for your supreme aura, I wouldn't have condensed the fifteenth silk fighting qi so quickly, directly crossed the four-star, and became a five-star dou saint."

Boss Mo drank, his face full of joy.

But there is no stop in the hand.

I don't know where I got a rusty ancient sword, and I rushed towards the seven ghosts with a wave of it......

In the mottled darkness, a pair of slender fingers slowly raised.

In the middle of both hands is a sword hilt, only the hilt of the sword and not the body of the long sword, but on the north wall there is a faint shadow of the sword, the shadow of the sword only exists for a moment, and then with the staggered darkness of the night, the fluttering sword shadow reappeared.

Raised hands draw an elegant arc, waving to a tall ancient pine tree next to it, there is a gentle "click" in the ear, the tree body is slightly shocked, no change, but soon after, the lush pine cover in a gentle southerly wind leisurely falls, flattening the convex circle of annual rings, indicating the passage of time. The darker the sky became, the sword returned to invisible, the ancient twilight closed silently, and the heavens and the earth were silent.

That sword is almost as fast as it gets!

Like a white snake spitting out a letter, hissing and breaking the wind, and like a swimming dragon shuttling, walking in all directions, sometimes light as a swallow and a sword, sometimes as sudden as lightning, and the fallen leaves collapsed......

"Blood Sacrifice!"

Sword stop.

Seeing this, the seven figures flew out upside down like a roll.

I don't know when, the red-headed ghost who was originally in control of the victory turned into a cloak with a cape, not only that, but on his body, there was faintly dark green blood spraying out, which looked so mad.

"How is it possible, how is it possible ???"

The red-headed ghost seemed to have lost his soul at this time, and his mouth kept muttering.

Netherworld cold qi, that is the supreme fighting qi extracted from the netherworld fire, how can it not even hurt the other party's skin, and even became the help of the other party's promotion, helping the other party become a five-star Dou Sheng, directly passing the four-star !!

However, this red-headed ghost is also an old monster that has passed hundreds of years, and it will take a moment to come back to his senses.

"Even if you fight for this old life today, so-and-so will be killed by you!!"

The red-headed ghost's face was gloomy and uncertain, not knowing what he was thinking, but he suddenly let out a loud cry a few minutes later.

The red-headed ghost's face was a little pale, but the corners of his eyes were full of determination!!

"I use my blood to refine the blood god !!"

The red-headed ghost had words in his mouth, and the other six ghosts, after gritting their teeth, also joined the red-headed ghost's camp!!

The next moment.

At the end of the horizon there was a thunderous sound of footsteps, as if something behemoth was approaching.

It seemed to be a giant five or six meters tall, covered in green hair, but he didn't come over, but was ...... Carry it!

Underneath him, a small figure stood, holding up the behemoth with one hand, and the thunderous footsteps came from under his feet.

"I'm back from hell—"

The murmur was like the words of a demon.

(End of chapter)