"Hey, who are you, since you dare to dissolve the Yama palm of the deity." The phantom of the ghost king of southern Xinjiang asked suspiciously.

"Two, I'm offended, I just want to save this young man, I hope you can give a thin face, and I will go to the two gods to visit in the future." The middle-aged man bowed to the two phantoms with both hands in fists.

"Little mortal man, since you let the deity and the plague immortal give you thin noodles, don't think that you can't do anything if you can block a palm. If you want us to raise our noble hand, you will trade your life for his. The ghost king of southern Xinjiang said disdainfully.

At this time, no one spoke, and the middle-aged man kept looking at the two shadows with surprised eyes, paused for a while, and said, "Are you sure you can kill me?" ”

This question surprised everyone at the time, but except for me, after all, I didn't know who the two ghosts were, how powerful they were, I didn't know any of them.

The two shadows laughed involuntarily, and the white-clothed shadow said, "Don't you really know who the two of us are??? ”

"You can make a sword duel, but you have to know that this sword duel can't help us, we are gods. When this seat was feathered, there was no decision to make a decision with Edgeworth, and you really couldn't help yourself. "The white-clothed shadow looks disdainful, even a little arrogant, for mortals, their eyes are empty, he looks at middle-aged men like dead people, maybe in the eyes of their self-proclaimed Buddha-figures, we are ants.

"A ghost demon, if it weren't for the ghost emperor who remembered that you had meritorious service in governing southern Xinjiang, what kind of righteous god would you really be?" The middle-aged man said, pointing at the plague gentleman again. "And you Shi Wenye, don't think I don't know your name, how can I say that your old man is also a righteous god. In the past, I always heard Taoist friends say that you are upright and righteous, but today you are not a hairy person. The middle-aged man was smiling, and after this smile, the bodies of the two shadows slowly began to clear.

At this time, a cold air blew, the air in the hall instantly lowered a lot, and the surrounding environment began to be weird, Lu Mengjia and Lai Waste were shivering with cold, I subconsciously looked at Lei Gang, he was smiling, I didn't know what to laugh at, but he didn't feel the slightest cold, and the smile made people tremble, with an indescribable evil nature on his face.

After the white-clothed shadow became clear, he simply couldn't look at it directly, he looked like a fairy wind bone, but his face was very white and pitiful, if you didn't know his origin, it looked like a ghost, no, it should be said that it looked like a paper man.

He walked over slowly, my eyes kept staring at him, every step he took was every cold step, and behind him was surrounded by black gas, but Lei Gang stood on the square side of the field without the slightest black gas.

"Okay, a little phantom, don't pretend to be forced here, go back to Lao Tzu, I don't speak, you really think you're a character!" At this time, Lei Gang's words that were neither humble nor arrogant stunned the three of us, but the middle-aged man didn't seem to be surprised at all, as if he knew all this.

It seems that Lei Gang at this time is not simple at all, I looked at him in surprise, but he smiled at me, did not speak, and kept staring at the ghost king of southern Xinjiang for a while.

"Hey, where did you come from?" The ghost king of southern Xinjiang looked at him in surprise, I don't know if the ancient people were brainless, in fact, if you think about it, you can know that a cloud of black gas surrounds him but can't surround him, this kind of person is definitely in stock.

At this time, the temperature suddenly felt like it had dropped by dozens of degrees, and the ghost king of southern Xinjiang gritted his teeth and looked at Lei Gang, walking towards him step by step, slowly getting colder and colder, and the summer was the same as the cold winter in October. "Don't blame the deity for being ruthless today, this will cost you the life of your dogs, a bunch of ignorant mortals."

After saying that, the eyes of the ghost king of Southern Xinjiang quickly turned red, and all the attention was on Lei Gang at this time, although I didn't have a good impression of him, but how to say that people were also acting for me. The middle-aged man looked at me, as if waiting for something.

What the hell is he waiting for, what is he waiting for at such a critical moment?

I don't know when the hand of the ghost king of southern Xinjiang turned red, it was the red of blood red, and the blood hand exuded a faint green gas, which looked green and oily, revealing this murderous aura. He slapped Lei Gang on the body, Lei Gang didn't dodge, and hit Lei Gang's body with a hard palm. At that moment, all of us closed our eyes, thinking that Lei Gang couldn't block this palm, my heart ached, I don't know what drove me, since I couldn't help but run up.

"Brother Lei, be careful." When I said this, Lei Gang had been hugged by the green gas all day long, giving people a feeling of vanishing.

We see that Lei Gang has the feeling that the smoke has always disappeared, but he is not dead, the green gas was originally green, and then from green to green, and slowly from green to a puff of green smoke dissipated, but Lei Gang is motionless now there. This is a miracle survival, everyone present thought that he was beaten to the point that his soul was scattered, but he did not have a soul, but he was still fine, it seems that there is no business at all, it seems that he is not so simple, I have to start anew with his opinion.

The ghost king of Southern Xinjiang took a few steps back, a little unsteady, he was just like us, he couldn't believe this fact.

"How is it possible, how can you still survive?" The ghost king of Southern Xinjiang said trembling slightly, Lai Waste's eyes widened, he shook his head vigorously, and he was still nagging in his mouth, this is impossible, this is impossible.

"What's impossible, you know there's a lot more impossible." Lei Gang smiled disdainfully.

To be honest, at this time, all our attention was focused on Lei Gang and the Southern Xinjiang Ghost King, and we directly ignored the Plague King and the middle-aged man of unknown origin. I don't have time to pay attention to Lu Mengjia and Lai Waste, the scene at this time is very tense, but I still subconsciously looked at the middle-aged man, I don't know why I have a very familiar feeling with him.

The face of the ghost king in southern Xinjiang began to slowly decay, and his body was slowly crawling with maggots, and it also emitted an unpleasant smell of corpses, looking like he had just rotted after three or four months of death.

"What the hell is a monster about him?" I couldn't help but ask this kind of question at a time when I shouldn't have asked it. Lai Waste slowly retreated at this time, it looked like he should be very afraid of this monster, the ghost king of southern Xinjiang looked back at me, kneeling and smiling.

"Don't run yet, you can't beat it, now he is no longer the primordial god just now, he has become a corpse." Lai Rui shouted like crazy.