"It seems that you don't have a chance to know the secret of the Ghost King Village's forbidden land!" The Phantom Demon King's extremely confident voice came out, in his opinion, Ling Aotian had no chance of surviving, as long as Ling Aotian was dealt with, the rest of the people would not be able to cause him any trouble at all.

"Do you really think you've made up your mind?" Just when the Phantom Demon King thought that everything was a foregone conclusion, Ling Aotian's voice came.

Ling Aotian's voice was full of confidence, without the slightest despair of imminent defeat.

Could it be that the other party has any way to turn defeat into victory? The Phantom Demon King became cautious, and in order to avoid any extraneous complications, he sped up his speed and rushed towards Ling Aotian, and his life-killing palm also sped up, imprinting towards Ling Aotian's chest.

"Oneiroi space, now!" At the moment when the Phantom Demon King's palm was about to land on Ling Aotian's chest, Ling Aotian let out a loud shout, and then, a powerful spiritual power poured out, enveloping the two of them.

Then, the Phantom Demon King felt a trance of consciousness and entered a strange space.

Ling Aotian finally saw the appearance of the Phantom Demon King, it was an old man with a white beard, but the color of his face made him not have the slightest feeling of kindness.

"Seeing your true face!" Ling Aotian smiled slightly.

"Consciousness space?" The Phantom Demon King quickly understood where he was, and a hint of mockery appeared on his face, "Boy, you are really sick and rushed to the doctor, do you think that in the consciousness space, you can help me? ”

Ling Aotian didn't refute the Phantom Demon King's words, but said helplessly, "However, in that case, I don't have any choice!"

"Hahaha!" the Phantom Demon King let out a burst of laughter, "For the sake of your confession, I'll be merciful and let you choose your own way of dying!"

"In that case, let me bloom with brilliant brilliance at the last moment of my life!" A strange smile appeared on the corner of Ling Aotian's mouth. Then, behind him, five huge spiritual power giant swords appeared.

At the moment when the spiritual power giant sword appeared, Ling Aotian didn't give the Phantom Demon King a chance to react at all, so he controlled the five giant swords and shot towards the Phantom Demon King.

"Do you still want to resist stubbornly?" Seeing that Ling Aotian controlled the spirit giant sword to shoot at him, the Phantom Demon King only thought that Ling Aotian wanted to fight with him, and said with some disdain.

However, just after the Phantom Demon King said that, his face changed instantly: "Ahh

With his words, a violent aura emanated from Ling Aotian's five spiritual power giant swords, which was a sign of spiritual power self-detonation.

"You said I was dead, can I still live?" Ling Aotian looked at the Phantom Demon King calmly.

The Phantom Demon King's face became ugly, although his spiritual power cultivation was stronger than Ling Aotian's, but if he really let Ling Aotian's spiritual power hit him by self-detonation, even if he could survive, he would probably fall into a deep sleep due to the serious loss of spiritual power.

However, will the two people and one beast outside allow themselves to successfully recover through deep sleep? The answer is definitely no, he is sure that at the moment when Ling Aotian dies because of the self-explosion, he will also be divided by those two people and one beast, that is to say, if Ling Aotian really self-detonates his spiritual power, he can completely die with himself.

After surviving in the forbidden land of the Ghost King Village for two thousand years, the Phantom Demon King has long been tired of this kind of life, and he doesn't take life and death so seriously, but he doesn't want to die like that, after all, it is too dishonorable to die like that, not to mention, if he dies like this, it is very likely to become food in the mouth of the demonic beast outside, which is simply a great shame for him.

With this thought, the Phantom Demon King frantically used his spiritual power, forming a thick shield outside the body of consciousness, firmly protecting his body of consciousness, and then quickly fled into the distance.

"Wouldn't it be a great pity if there was no audience for the most splendid fireworks in life?"

With Ling Aotian's voice, five spiritual giant swords appeared behind him again, these five spiritual giant swords shot out faster than lightning, instantly surrounding the Phantom Demon King in the middle, and at the same time, the five spiritual giant swords that appeared behind him also began to exude a powerful aura, which would obviously be detonated by Ling Aotian.

Seeing that the five spiritual giant swords that appeared again completely surrounded themselves in the middle, the Phantom Demon King's face turned green, you know, the previous few spiritual giant swords exploded, it was enough for him to bear, and now with these few swords, even if he has a spiritual power shield to protect him, I am afraid that he will die directly.

Forced into such a situation by a kid, the Phantom Demon King's heart was full of unwillingness, but now was obviously not the time for him to show his unwillingness, because the aura emitted by the ten spiritual giant swords had become more and more terrifying, and it was obviously on the verge of self-explosion.

"Stop, stop!" the Phantom Lord didn't want to die.

"Stop, how is it possible?" a smile appeared on Ling Aotian's face, "As soon as I stopped, you ran away immediately, so wouldn't I be able to find an audience to enjoy this brilliant fireworks?"

There is a way to be afraid of being stunned, and being stunned is afraid of dying, Ling Aotian at this time, in the eyes of the Phantom Demon King, is obviously the one who does not want to die.

"Stop!" "Stop!" the Phantom Demon King roared, feeling that the ten spiritual giant swords were about to explode, his heart was in turmoil, but he couldn't think of any good way to avoid this crisis, although he also wanted to break out of the encirclement of Ling Aotian's spiritual power giant sword with his spiritual power protection, but in the face of the spiritual power giant sword that was about to explode, he was afraid that one would accidentally detonate the ten spiritual power giant swords.

"Isn't it the way you asked me to die, why should I stop?" A smile appeared on the corner of Ling Aotian's mouth, the ten spiritual power giant swords were indeed about to explode, but with the help of the Oneiroi space, he was able to completely control the self-detonation of the spiritual power giant sword, so how could he let go of such an opportunity to bargain with the Phantom Demon King.

"Boy, what are you going to do to stop?" The Phantom Demon King was about to cry, facing Ling Aotian's attitude of not taking his life seriously at all, he really didn't know what to do, if it weren't for the unwillingness in his heart and his unwillingness to die, he would have been eager to directly collide with one of the spiritual power giant swords that was about to explode and completely detonate them.

"Hand over your spiritual power imprint!" Ling Aotian calmly said his request.

"Hand over the Spiritual Power Imprint, impossible!" the Phantom Demon King roared, joking, once he handed over his Spiritual Power Imprint, then his fate would be completely in the hands of the other party, and he didn't want to sell himself when he was old.

"Okay, let's continue to enjoy the most brilliant fireworks in our lives!" Ling Aotian smiled indifferently and communicated with the ten spiritual power giant swords again.

"Don't! Stop!" the Phantom Lord was anxious.

"I didn't stop!" Ling Aotian said with an innocent expression.

"Don't detonate those swords, stop, everything is negotiable!" the Phantom Demon King lowered his body extremely low.

"If we don't hand over the spiritual imprint, we'll watch the fireworks!" Ling Aotian's tone was not negotiable.

The Phantom Demon King also knew that Ling Aotian had asked him to hand over the spiritual imprint in order to ensure that they would not be attacked by himself after leaving the consciousness space, but he was unwilling to be controlled by the other party.

"Boy, otherwise, I swear, I will never trouble you after leaving the consciousness space, you stop blowing yourself up, okay?"

"No-okay-" Ling Aotian stretched out his voice, the reason why he wanted to get the other party's spiritual imprint was not only for self-preservation, but more importantly, the Phantom Demon King, an old bird who had been in the forbidden land of the Ghost King Village for so long, must know everything in the forbidden land well, and he also needed to get useful information from the other party's mouth.

Seeing that Ling Aotian had no intention of backing down, the Phantom Demon King knew that the other party would never give up, so he had to make a final effort and said, "Okay! I can hand over the spirit imprint, but after I go out, you can't let my spirit brand control me to do things I don't want to do." ”

Ling Aotian frowned and thought for a moment, and said, "This is not good, but I can guarantee that after I go out, I will never make any unequal demands on you." ”

The Phantom Demon Lord was silent.

"Okay, give me the right word, otherwise, I'll immediately detonate the spiritual power greatsword! I'm about to lose control. "Ling Ao has taken the last dose of fierce medicine in the world.

The Phantom Demon King looked at the ten spiritual giant swords around his body with an even more violent aura, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, if he didn't want to die, he could only agree to the other party's request.

After a long sigh, the Phantom Demon King gave in, "Yes, I promise you! But, boy, I want you to be the talker, or I won't let you go, even if you die." ”

Ling Aotian smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll be the talker." ”

After sighing gloomily again, the Phantom Demon King slowly raised his palm and grabbed it towards the center of his eyebrows.

After a while, a small figure with a golden light flashed in the palm of the Phantom Demon King's palm, throwing him towards Ling Aotian.

Looking at the golden villain who was almost identical to the Phantom Demon King, Ling Aotian smiled slightly, took him over, and slapped it towards his eyebrows.

A feeling connected to the Phantom Demon King's soul rose from the bottom of Ling Aotian's heart, and at this moment, he had a feeling that as long as his mind moved, the Phantom Demon King would be wiped out in an instant.