"Long live the Oni-sama!"

"Long live the Oni-sama!"

In an instant, the voice of Banzai resounded in the dojo, and everyone had a look of awe on their faces.

This is their god, the god of Dongying, and whoever offends them will all die under the power of the ghost god.

"You guys seem to be rejoicing too early. ”

At this moment, Ling Hao's indifferent voice sounded from the spell fireworks, and the shock of Fang Yuan caused the smiles on those people's faces to freeze.

"How is this possible, how can he not be dead. ”

"Even if a mountain should collapse, is this still a person?"

"Impossible, it must have been a ghost, it must be, could it be that this guy has secretly learned our Dongying's ghost tricks?"

Hearing Ling Hao's voice, these people all trembled, and they didn't die in the endless spell, which was far beyond their imagination.

What is a magic technique, it is a mysterious ability that is a hundred times more powerful than martial arts.

Even if a martial artist of the Earth Hell Realm casts a spell, he can kill a martial artist of the Tiangang Realm, not to mention that the Lord Ghost God is the strongest person in the third layer of the Void God Realm, and he is a figure of the patriarch's generation in the Dongying Martial Arts Realm.

The power of such characters to cast spells can be imagined.

However, the boy from the mysterious country of the East is not dead.

At this time, an incredible color also appeared on the old man's face, and he didn't expect Ling Hao to be dead.

The original calmness slowly disappeared, and the old man's gaze became a little gloomy.

"Old guy, there is a saying in Huaxia that it is called returning the other body with the way of the other, Ling Mou will use magic to bury this dojo and you all today. ”

The power of the spell gradually disappeared, and Ling Hao's figure was revealed, just as indifferent as Fang Cai, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Boy, who the hell are you? Even those guys in the top ten of the Huaxia Void God List would never be able to withstand so many attacks from the old man. Seeing Ling Hao's smile, the old man finally lost his voice.

Not only the old man, but also the Dongying martial artists around the dojo were even more shocked at this time.

Because this endless spell is simply a cannonball, let alone a mountain, even a mountain range can be easily flattened, but Ling Hao didn't have any damage.

"This is Ling boy, he is simply a little pervert. ”

Wu Daozu had already flashed into the distance, and there was a hint of pride on his face.

Although he had also been violently beaten by Ling Hao, Ling Hao now represented the Chinese martial arts world.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you mess with someone you shouldn't mess with. ”

Ling Hao sneered and walked towards the old man step by step, his voice becoming more and more indifferent: "You shouldn't have done it to Zixi, you should have done it to an ordinary person, and it was a woman." ”

"If Dongying dies today, it will be caused by you alone. ”

Ling Hao's every word was like a muffled thunderbolt, and the eardrums of the people around him hurt, as if a thunderstorm had fallen from the Nine Heavens, and some people had already begun to bleed out of their seven orifices.

"Boy, you are so arrogant, you want the enemy country with the power of one person, do you know what the old man's name is?"

The old man's eyes flashed with a gloomy glow, and he roared angrily: "The old man's name is Kimura Ghost Ten, the patriarch of the Dongying Kimura family. ”

"What... The Kimura family. ”

Hearing these words, Wu Daozu frowned, and said in a lost voice: "Ling boy, Kimura is the family of the Dongying Martial Arts Realm thousands of years ago, and it is the guardian family of the Eight Miscellaneous Snakes. ”

"Yachigo Orochi, the Kimura family..."

Hearing Wu Daozu's words, Ling Hao frowned slightly.

He had heard the legends of the great powers of the countries in the region, and the Kimura family was a representative of the strength in Toei, which was very legendary.

The Eight Miscellaneous Snake is the ghost beast of Dongying, and in the legend of thousands of years ago, a beast once destroyed several countries.

However, legends are legends after all.

Ling Hao didn't particularly believe it, because the Dongying people had been weak since ancient times, and those ghosts and gods were just things they made up to make up fat people.

Even if there were, they were deified.

"Boy, do you know what the Kimura family's inheritance family art is?" Kimura Ghost Ten saw Ling Hao's still breezy appearance, and his face was full of hideous smiles: "That is to summon the Eight Miscellaneous Great Snake with ancestral blood. ”

"The Eight Miscellaneous Snake is the beast god of my Kimura family, and even heaven and earth can easily devour it. ”

"Oh?"

Ling Hao sighed lightly, then looked at the extremely ugly statue on the dojo and said thoughtfully: "I see, but a guy who has been dead for a thousand years, what threat do you think can pose to Ling?"

As soon as the words fell, Ling Hao's cuffs immediately began to fan, just like a banana fan in the myth of Xianxia, Ling Hao's cuffs were infinitely enlarged at this moment, like a pocket that could fit the heavens in.

Whew!

Endless spells poured out like a torrential rain in a radius of several miles from the dojo.

The spell never landed, and all of them condensed into ice picks the size of a finger, each of which shimmered with a chilly aura.

Poof!

A few miles of territory can be imagined how many magic icicles there will be.

It's like the sand on the desert, and the number is not clear.

"Ahh

In an instant, there were bursts of extremely fierce shouts around the dojo.

With such near-complete coverage, even a sparrow could not escape.

The blood flower fused with the ice pick at this moment, and it was extremely gorgeous.

In just a few breaths, the entire dojo was already in shambles, except for the martial artists above the Void God Realm, who could still stand, all the others were lying on the ground with no breath.

Even the Tribulation Realm was not spared.

"How is it possible, how can people have such power?"

Among the ten old men of each school, three were reduced at once, and the rest of the people looked at Ling Hao as if they had seen a demon.

Even the seven of them were quite embarrassed at this time, and their bodies were full of wounds left by the ice picks that had penetrated their magical defenses when they fell.

"Boy, you're going to die!"

Kimura Onishi couldn't help but roar angrily, no longer as calm and calm as before, the corners of his mouth were full of words, and the originally rickety figure actually appeared bloodshots.

At the same time, his body began to grow larger, and his old face was covered with runes like mosquitoes and flies.

"Ahh

The body kept changing, Kimura Oniten began to scream, his eyes became extremely red, and his hands turned into claws, like dragons.

"This is the Eight Miscellaneous Snake summoned with ancestral blood, isn't this sacrificing itself?"

Ling Hao stared at the changes in Kimura Ghost Ten and did not make a move, since reaching the third layer of the Tribulation Realm, Ling Hao had never encountered an opponent.

Even the wisp of divine thought left by the power of the snake clan at the beginning was not worth Ling Hao's full use of strength.

"Boy, you're going to die!"

The changes continued, and Kimura's voice sounded creepy like a demon crawling up from hell.

(End of chapter)