"......" Ghost King.

It's so desperate.

He lay on the ground, his purple soul fire beating, and he looked at Feng Changqing in front of him in fear.

As soon as Feng Changqing made a move just now, even with the strength of his purple soul fire, he didn't have the slightest power to resist.

If you want to kill him, it's even easier.

Feng Changqing looked at the ghost king in front of him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Come on, give the uncle, sing a conquest, don't you understand?" ”

The ghost king's body trembled, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he wanted to slap himself twice.

Why was he a cheap guy just now, and I have to talk about conquering this thing?

High in the sky.

The saved Pipilon looked down in surprise: "666! Sing, why are you singing one? ”

Hearing Pi Pi Long's taunt, the ghost king's body was shocked, and he spewed out a breath of yin qi.

You don't have such a newspaper, do you?

In the distance, Bai Xiaofeng was relieved when he saw Pi Pi Long and Qin Siyin escape.

He shouted gratefully, "Thank you, Mentor!" ”

"You're welcome!"

Feng Changqing waved his hand, smiled and continued to look at the ghost king: "Let you sing about conquest, sing!" ”

The ghost king gritted his teeth and slowly floated up, and the purple soul fire was beating: "You can't be humiliated if you can't kill you!" ”

"Oh, that's not singing? Let's be gone. Feng Changqing raised his right hand, and the majestic yin power surged, and a fierce killing intent burst out.

The ghost king gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and put on a posture of waiting for death.

The next second.

The ghost king opened his eyes suddenly: "Just like this, I was conquered by you, and I drank the poisonous ...... you hid."

I can't help it!

If you don't sing, you'll really be gone.

It was not easy to cultivate to the level of the ghost king, and I had to spare my life.

The ghost king suddenly became stunned, which made Feng Changqing stunned, and then he laughed and put down his right hand: "I thought you really had a kind, sing louder." ”

The ghost king's body trembled violently, so angry, really angry.

Lao Tzu is a dignified ghost king, and he was forced by you to sing "Conquest" in public.

Why, I don't want to lose face?

So.

The ghost king took a deep breath and sang louder: "I was conquered by you like this......"

As a result, an extremely strange scene appeared in the entire absurd square.

The original battle was extremely tragic, blood was flying, and corpses were everywhere in the square, melodious echoes of the heart-wrenching "Conquest" like killing a pig.

The Great Elder of Mingyue, who was fighting with Zhou Qingcang, heard the singing and almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Bastard!

The old man asked you to help, why did you sing "Conquest" to people, and the days were over?

Rumble!

That is, he was distracted, Zhou Qingcang seized the opportunity, and the ghost-headed broadsword burning with blood-colored flames slashed down fiercely.

Great Elder Mingyue's face changed greatly, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

If you want to resist, it's too late, so you can only withdraw and fly back.

But the speed was a little slower after all.

Poof!

The ghost-headed broadsword slashed across the left shoulder of the Great Elder of the Bright Moon, and blood flew sideways.

"Ahh

The Great Elder of Mingyue screamed miserably, blood was flowing from his left shoulder, and if he dodged any more slowly, his entire arm would have to be removed.

"How does the ghost knife taste?"

Zhou Qingcang's burly body was wrapped in flames, like a world-shattering demon, staring at the Great Elder of the Bright Moon.

And the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand was still burning with raging flames, and the blood on the blade, as if it had been swallowed, slowly sank into the ghost-headed broadsword.

"You're damned!"

The Great Elder of Mingyue was in pain, as if he was crazy, his white hair fluttering, and he pounced on Zhou Qingcang again.

Originally, the strength of the two of them was very different, and the Great Elder of Mingyue was completely capable of killing Zhou Qingcang.

But now, Zhou Qingcang used the sacrificial forbidden technique to break through two realms in a row.

This made the Great Elder of Mingyue quite strenuous to fight, and he couldn't get any benefits at all.

Bang bang bang......

Zhou Qingcang and the Great Elder Mingyue were fighting, and every time they bombarded, a loud sound like a bomb explosion would erupt.

The two of them were shrouded in flames and golden light, and they kept colliding like two tornadoes.

"Hahaha...... Old puppet, as soon as Lao Tzu's ghost knife is opened, you are an egg! ”

During the battle, Zhou Qingcang taunted.

"Bastard, you ......" Elder Mingyue's angry lungs were about to explode.

The big wedding that was planned a long time ago had so many changes, and even his own son died under Bai Xiaofeng's sword, which made him completely unacceptable.

However.

didn't wait for the Great Elder Mingyue to finish scolding.

"Do it in your hands!"

Zhou Qingcang roared abruptly.

What the?!

The Bright Moon Great Elder's pupils shrank, what kind of spell is this?

I've never heard of it at all!

Bang!

Suddenly, a punchbag-sized fist broke through the wind and smashed into the face of the Great Elder of Mingyue.

In an instant, the Great Elder of the Bright Moon flew out like a broken pocket.

He felt like he had been hit his face with a heavy hammer, and he didn't know the pain anymore, but he was really stunned anyway.

Poof!

The Great Elder of Bright Moon fell to the ground, and a large mouthful of blood spat out.

The left side of his face was completely swollen, and his outline had become rounded.

He turned his head and glared at Zhou Qingcang angrily, because he was a little confused by being smashed, his eyes were not lethal, but a little empty and dazed.

Zhou Qingcang waved the ghost-headed big knife in his hand, and laughed mockingly: "Old horseman, I'm afraid you won't watch the live webcast, right?" Can you know, Mr. Ma's operation? ”

Great Elder Mingyue was still at a loss.

Look at you, you're a ghost!

As soon as the ghost knife was opened, he gave Lao Tzu a "hand dry", how can Lao Tzu understand this stalk?

"Now, let's shoot!"

Great Elder Mingyue suddenly turned his head and rushed to the ghost king who was singing "Conquest" to Feng Changqing: "What about your lord?" ”

The ghost king who was singing "Conquest" immediately wanted to reply.

Feng Changqing raised his right hand and waved: "Don't stop, keep singing, if you stop, you'll die." ”

The Ghost King's purple soul fire flickered violently a few times, really...... It's humiliating.

Thundered......

That's just at this time.

In the distant night sky, a loud sound of rolling thunder was heard.

It's as if thousands of troops are coming into the air.

The abrupt change shocked the audience.

Everybody, all stopped.

Huo Quzhi sat on the war horse, his eyes flashed red, and he looked up at the sky in the distance: "This, it's the voice of the army!" ”

All around, the members of the Desolate Sect and the Heavenly Master Alliance also looked up at the sky.

They all clearly sensed that a strong sense of oppression was coming.

Zhou Qingcang looked up, the flame at the center of his eyebrows jumped violently a few times, and his right hand couldn't help but hold the ghost-headed big knife with a click.

And Feng Changqing also looked solemnly into the sky at this time: "It seems that Lao Tzu has underestimated you." ”

"Hahaha...... Of course......" The Ghost King laughed excitedly as he felt the oppression from afar.

Before he finished speaking, Feng Changqing squinted and stared at him: "Keep singing." ”

"I was conquered by you like this......" The Ghost King trembled in fright and began to sing again.

In the quiet square, the tragic song echoed again.

The battle between Bai Xiaofeng and the three Desolate Sect elders also stopped.

He squinted his eyes and stared solemnly at the night sky in the distance.

It was obviously night, but the sky over there was extremely dark, and the sense of oppression became stronger and stronger, which made him feel some palpitations.

This feeling is like ordinary people facing the top of the dark clouds, that kind of insignificance, that kind of oppression, when this dark cloud falls, ordinary people will not even have the mind to resist, only fear and endless powerlessness.

Pi Pilong, who was struggling in the air, suddenly turned gloomy, his eyes flashed with green light, he looked into the distance with resentment, and cried: "MMP, the dragon is really just taking someone away, don't bully the dragon like this!" ”

And Qin Siyin, who was on his back, was already clinging to the dragon's body under this strong sense of oppression, and his delicate body trembled and couldn't move......

(End of chapter)