Yu Guang glanced at Yan Chixia, who was stunned below, Ma Xiaokang's expression was immediately embarrassed, bearded, don't blame me, when I strengthened the dragon's blood, it was picked up randomly, God knows that I will pick up your skills for Mao, ahhhh Isn't that right? Looks like even if I don't pick up your skills, I'll copy them, right? Can you not look at me like this, the ghost calls this Qiankun to borrow the law from you......

The two of them looked at each other in embarrassment, they almost had an embarrassment attack, but unfortunately Yan Chixia didn't have a chance to ask him the reason at this moment, after all, the ghost general's spear came again in the next second, forcing Yan Chixia to deal with it with all her might.

Ma Xiaokang also put away his thoughts, and as the pain in his brain gradually subsided, the golden brand on his right arm suddenly lit up with a dazzling light.

- Hand of God, SSS-level secret technique.

As a god-level skill, how to use it, how to use it, compared to Yan Chixia's Dao technique that can borrow light, the Qiankun borrowing method picked up by the hand of God is more powerful, Ma Xiaokang waved his arms violently, and countless golden dragons flew out from the palm of his hand, no need to draw a seal, no spell, Ma Xiaokang is simply handy to use, at this moment, it is like a mobile battery, wherever he goes, there is no grass everywhere he goes.

Before the ghost soldiers who poured into the front yard could cheer, they were blown to pieces by an illusionary golden dragon in the blink of an eye, and the eerie ghost aura immediately floated in the air, and then was inexplicably sucked into the equivalent pot in Ma Xiaokang's sleeve.

- Huh? Ma Xiaokang looked at the glowing equivalent pot suspiciously. "Dormitory Ma Xiaokang, store low-level souls*16", the equivalent pot sent out a prompt, but there was not even a trace of explanation, which made him frown, but he didn't have the heart to care about this sudden situation.

Compared with the Red Emperor's fixed-point fort, Ma Xiaokang was obviously more deterrent, turned over and jumped off the eaves, waved his palm print and rushed into the front yard, the White Emperor followed closely behind, the King Kong Sutra in his hand shined, as a passive defense prop, when he came into contact with the ghost soldiers, a huge light shield suddenly overturned countless ghost soldiers to the ground, and then Qiankun borrowed the method to burst in, and even the miserable howl of dying did not come out, so it turned into a cloud of ghost qi and integrated into the equivalent pot.

Like the doomsday killing gods, seven in and seven out of the ghost army, Ma Xiaokang is like walking in a no-man's land, and when he sees many ghost soldiers there, he bombards there, and he doesn't find out how ugly the face of the Black Mountain Lord is, the eight ghost generals are dragged by Yan Chixia, and it is too late to order them to intercept and kill Ma Xiaokang, the Black Mountain Lord's attacks are all offset by the Diamond Sutra, and countless flying heads turn into blood after touching the light mask, and then separate a black gas into the equivalent pot.

Ma Xiaokang can be said to be a person who does not refuse, he can't wait to stand in place and wait for the Black Mountain Lord to bombard, compared to the low-level soul of the ghost army, the soul of the flying head man is more real, plus the thousands of ghost soldiers seem to have been killed by him, and the rest can only be swept one by one, so Ma Xiaokang is thinking about how to arouse the anger of the Black Mountain master, so that the attack of the flying head man is more direct.

"You...... You! "The black man's abdomen is rising and falling, and his gloomy hair is dripping with blood.

"What's wrong? Why not continue to attack? Ma Xiaokang stared indifferently at the ghost lotus in the sky, and the sound of teasing was particularly bright in this silent Lanruo Temple, this army of ghost soldiers was cut by him, which was considered to be a lot of money, and all that was left was the finishing work of the eight ghost generals and the two major bosses.

"Do you think I can't help you like this!?" The Black Mountain Lord roared angrily.

"Okay, when I behead your eight ghost generals, I'll see how you can help me." Ma Xiaokang nodded in agreement, walked in the direction of Yan Chixia's fight, and raised his hand to make a "Heaven and Earth are infinite, Qiankun borrows the law", and directly exploded one of the ghost generals who didn't react at all.

The remaining seven ghost generals immediately made a choice, three of the generals directly reined in their horses and turned around, holding the spear and staggered towards Ma Xiaokang's side, this scene made Ma Xiaokang smile on his face, and slapped it over, how could the Diamond Sutra that even the flying head could resist be broken by the ghost general, the three ghost generals hit the light mask and immediately flew back, and one of them was directly bombarded into pieces by Ma Xiaokang.

Next, Ma Xiaokang directly turned on the harvesting mode, the two ghost generals have been trying to get close but were blocked by the Diamond Sutra, and finally were crushed by Qiankun, as the number of ghost generals decreased, Yan Chixia also seemed to be at ease, and the other four ghost generals were brought to Ma Xiaokang's side, and he chatted with the White Emperor leisurely......

"Ma Xiaokang, even if I turn into a ghost, I won't let you go!" Seeing that the remaining four ghosts would be tortured to death by Ma Xiaokang, the voice of the Black Mountain Master was already accompanied by a freezing buff, revealing a cold chill on this hot summer day.

"Do you know why I don't kill you all the time?" The corners of Ma Xiaokang's mouth lifted, staring at the Black Mountain Lord in the sky, indifferent.

"I'm above this hundred feet in the sky, what can you do with me!?" The old man of Montenegro laughed coldly, and was planning how to go back to the underworld to explain to Niu Tou Ma Mian.

"If I were going to kill you, you'd be dead a long time ago." Ma Xiaokang stared at it, and a strange smile appeared in his voice, "If you don't die, the ghost army will disappear, and you won't be qualified to watch the show at all." ”

"Ahh

Ten miles away, the tragic death roar of the thousand-year-old tree demon came, and Ma Xiaokang also received a reward reminder from the main god, seeing that the judge Wen had successfully burned the old demon woman to ashes.

The old man of Montenegro followed the sound in horror and looked into the deep forest ten miles away, only to see a towering tree burned into ash by the thick black flames, and a strong sense of crisis suddenly approached, he pretended to be calm and said: "What do you mean!?" ”

Ma Xiaokang shook his head with a smile, waved his arm, and continued to kill the lonely ghost soldier, no longer talking to the old man of Montenegro, the entire Lanruo Temple was destroyed beyond recognition, the only thing that can still see that this is the standard of Lanruo Temple, it is estimated that there is only the front yard that has not been affected, where, Xiahou seems to have no movement at all, this Hu Biao's martial arts idiot has really practiced a good skill of "not hearing things outside the window......

The more the Black Mountain Lord looked at it, the more wrong it became, but Ma Xiaokang was just harvesting those remaining ghost soldiers, and he didn't have the slightest intention of attacking him, and there was no strange behavior around Lanruo Temple, and there was no possibility of launching a "World Destroying Missile" from somewhere to blow it up, but the suffocation feeling of death in the throat became stronger and stronger, which was real, which made the Black Mountain Lord break out in a cold sweat, and he grabbed Nie Xiaoqian and was about to flee in the direction of the grimace bronze gate.

- Wait!? Nie Xiaoqian!?

The old man of Montenegro moved his head slowly, his eyes were filled with inexplicable horror, he lifted the headscarf of the woman with difficulty, and a beautiful face appeared in his vision, looking at each other, the corners of the Rakshasa mouth set off a trace of arc, and a cold voice sounded from the height of Lanruo Temple.

"Which hand did you just touch me with?"