The reason why he didn't feed the soul banner directly to the Hundred Ghost Sword before was because he was afraid that something uncontrollable would happen, but now his strength is no longer the same as it was at the beginning, and he is confident that he can handle it.

Chu Ziheng bit his fingertips, wiped his fingers on the soul flag, pinched the marks on his hand one after another, the red light flashed on the soul banner surrounded by black gas, and in an instant, the black mist surged violently, trying his best to resist Chu Ziheng's blood refining method, this soul flag has been refined by Xue Ming for thousands of years, how can it be so easy to be erased by others?

"Hmph!" Chu Ziheng's eyes were cold, and his right hand hammered his heart hard, and suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, using the essence and blood in his heart as a guide, one by one imprints were photographed, and countless hideous grimaces appeared on the black flag, struggling and roaring.

Immediately afterwards, an illusory villain appeared from it, as if it was a miniature version of Xue Ming, and the villain stared at Chu Ziheng with majestic eyes and scolded sharply: "Where are the rats, dare to covet my treasure!" This mark was left by Xue Ming a long time ago, so he naturally didn't recognize Chu Ziheng.

"Noise!" Chu Ziheng stretched out Zhenyuan's big hand and squeezed it hard, and the villain didn't even have time to scream before it disappeared.

In an unknown cave, when the lights were on and off, a sickly pale face was reflected, it was Xue Ming who was recuperating and cultivating. Xue Ming felt something in his heart, the killing intent in his eyes was infinite, and he roared angrily: "Damn boy." Immediately, he spat out several blood arrows in a row, and the aura on his body became even more sluggish, and his body was shaky.

"Together!" Dozens of imprints merged into one, covering the original imprints together, and Chu Ziheng instantly gave birth to the feeling of being connected to the bloodline of this soul flag, and the forcible sacrifice was successful!

Chu Ziheng breathed a long sigh of relief, his heart stopped, and he immediately fixed the Hundred Ghost Sword, and carefully dragged hundreds of ghost things to rush towards the Hundred Ghost Sword, and the Hundred Ghost Sword shook violently, instantly shaking hundreds of ghost things into black mist and devouring them completely. Next, Chu Ziheng hooked up a few batches of ghost things and fed them to the Hundred Ghost Sword, the golden stripes on the sword body had not completely turned black, and the corners and corners were still shining with golden light.

If it goes on like this, you can't wait until the Year of the Monkey and the month of the Monkey are gone? Chu Ziheng slapped the soul flag, and the ghosts that had been imprisoned for a long time rushed out, and the originally small room was crowded with thousands of ghosts in just a few breaths, and there were also ghost generals holding the flag and squeezing out, and the temperature in the entire cave dropped sharply, and the yin atmosphere was full.

Suddenly, a thin layer of gray mist suddenly appeared on the Hundred Ghost Sword, greedily devouring the surrounding ghosts. All the ghosts let out a terrible cry, just like a mouse meets a cat, trying to hide back in the soul flag, and the ghosts behind it are gushing out, for fear that there will be no flesh and blood to eat if they come out late. The two sides were at a stalemate, and they just huddled together, just enough to wipe out the gray mist.

The gray mist grew rapidly, and soon spread, sparing no effort to envelop the entire soul flag. Black and gray are intertwined, one disappears and the other grows, the black part gradually shrinks and retreats, Chu Ziheng's eyes trembled, and he felt as if something terrible was about to break through the cage, but the current situation was a little uncontrollable even Chu Ziheng, so he could only retreat to the side and watch the changes, but this fog could actually isolate the prying eyes of the gods, what changes had happened inside, Chu Ziheng himself did not know.

I don't know how long it took, the loud sound of war drums sounded suddenly, one after another, and the whole cave shook and fell with sand and stones, and when the sound wave reached its highest point, all the gray mist receded like a tide. Only then did Chu Ziheng see clearly that the soul flags of the two of them still lost their original brilliance and became dim, dwarfing those of the Hundred Ghost Sword. At this moment, the Hundred Ghost Sword was restrained, and its whole body was pitch black, devouring all the light like a black hole, no matter from that angle, it did not refract the slightest light.

"It seems... There's no change..."Chu Ziheng muttered to himself in a low voice, beckoning, stunned to find that he couldn't control the Hundred Ghost Sword!

Suddenly, a loud laugh echoed in the stone room, stabbing Chu Ziheng's eardrums in pain. There were bursts of ripples in the space, and a bony hand poked out from the center of the ripples, suddenly pulling left and right, tearing a crack, and a fat body broke free from the space and tore out, jumping out, looking up to the sky and laughing: "Wow, hahaha!

Chu Ziheng's pupils shrank! This breath is... Ghost King-level existence! Chu Ziheng was bitter in his heart, he didn't expect that after wasting so much effort, he would release such a big guy. This ghost creature has a solid body, three feet tall, and has two ears on its head, with the tips of its ears pointing upwards and pointing straight to the top of its head, like two horns. A pair of exposed fangs stretched down past the chin and were nine inches long! Hideous in appearance, the acid dripping from the corners of the mouth corroded a large hole in the ground.

"Hiss. "Rising clouds of smoke.

"Who will summon this king!" This ghost king's voice is like thunder, and there is a momentum of ten thousand horses galloping.

Chu Ziheng has already seen its reality, now it has the realm of the ghost king, but it does not have the strength of the ghost king, it must have consumed part of its strength in the long years, if you really want to talk about it, it may not be his opponent now, in just a moment, Chu Ziheng thought a lot, an extremely bold idea appeared in his mind, and the eyes that looked at the ghost king were no longer frightened, but seemed to be staring at the prey.

The ghost king looked around, and when he looked down, he saw the little dot in front of him. The ghost king grinned, his mouth cracked to the base of his ear, and said with a strange smile: "I didn't expect that it would be a little doll in the Ning Dan Realm who woke up this king." It's been 10,000 years, and since the Hundred Ghost Sword has fallen into your hands, then the Heavenly Ghost Master is afraid that he will die a long time ago!"

Is this the name of the original master of the Hundred Ghost Sword? Is it that he sealed the Ghost King in the sword? Chu Ziheng silently thought in his heart, if he can seal the Ghost King in his heyday, this Heavenly Ghost Master must have the strength to pass through the Xuan Realm, right?

Seeing that Chu Ziheng didn't speak, the ghost king thought that he was frightened, and said to himself: "Little doll, quickly cut off your connection with the Hundred Ghost Sword, and this king will let you go, if not, don't blame this king for eating you as a bean!" As if remembering the delicacy of human flesh and blood, the saliva in the ghost king's mouth was secreted even faster.

"I don't know what to do!" Chu Ziheng looked at it coldly.

"Look for death!" The Ghost King had let a small human monk be humiliated like this, in its memory, except for the damned Heavenly Ghost Master, which human didn't flinch when he saw it?

Chu Ziheng did not retreat but advanced, and as soon as his divine thoughts moved, the pale fire of divine thoughts immediately wandered outside his body, and without warning, he sank into the eyebrows of the ghost king. "Yahhhh

Half an hour later, the ghost king finally couldn't stand it, and waved his hand again and again to beg for mercy: "Don't fight, don't fight!" Its voice had been tortured to the point of deformation, its body was a little illusory, and a thick aura dissipated most of it.

The corners of Chu Ziheng's mouth rose, he groaned slightly, put away his coercion, and asked unhurriedly: "Do you choose to surrender or perish?!"

Unexpectedly, the ghost king suddenly burst into a loud shout, stared at Chu Ziheng, and pounced, Chu Ziheng looked indifferent, and a white spark appeared in his eyes, and the ghost king immediately snorted miserably, and was ejected heavily.

With a triumphant smile on its face, it struck again, and a punch fell, and Chu Ziheng stretched out his right hand to block the imposing punch in the air. Chu Ziheng's face was cold, the fire in his eyes kept beating, and every time it flashed, the ghost king trembled, and the fierceness in his eyes gradually converged, and fear slowly emerged again, and in the end, he even showed a begging for mercy.

"I surrender!"

When Chu Ziheng hesitated slightly, the ghost king's face flashed again, and he rushed to the stone room without hesitation, wanting to escape. Chu Ziheng sneered in his heart, the fire of divine thoughts followed him like a shadow, and he applied a small punishment, and immediately screamed miserably, and a trace of gray smoke came out of his body.

Without saying a word, Chu Ziheng stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and easily restrained it when the Ghost King gave up resistance. The ghost king's expression was sluggish, and he clenched his fists like a human monk, and was very sensible and subdued: "Little doll, no, no, no! Little ancestor! I was wrong just now, so you can let me go!"

It was really scared, and it was extremely aggrieved in its heart, if it hadn't been sealed for nearly 10,000 years, and most of its strength had been lost, how could it be handled by a Ning Dan monk? It now has no Yuan Infant cultivation, but it has no commensurate strength. The more it thinks about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes, once it gets out of trouble, it never wants to fall into the clutches of others again, the dignified ghost king level, where is it not the existence of calling for wind and rain? Now the tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs!

Coupled with the fact that Chu Ziheng's Divine Thoughts Fire had restrained the evil things, the Ghost King at this time could be said to have been eaten to death by Chu Ziheng, and there was absolutely no chance of turning the tables.

Chu Ziheng turned a deaf ear to the ghost king's plea, his eyes flickered, he would never fall for it again! With his right hand, the cave house was slapped, and the stone wall inside the cave suddenly lit up with Dao runes, and when the ghost king saw it, his expression changed drastically, and he took advantage of the fact that the runes had not yet been enclosed, and immediately made a decision, grabbed the hundred ghost swords, and quickly crashed towards the blank stone wall, if he waited until the runes were encircled, there would be no chance to get out. As long as you get out, everything is easy to say.

"Did you escape?" Chu Ziheng sneered, and the fire of divine thought poured out again, and in an instant, the ghost king's body stagnated, and the destructive power flowed through his body, and the next moment, it fell heavily to the ground.

Chu Ziheng no longer talked nonsense with him, Thunder made a move, pressed his right hand on the huge head of the Ghost King, and the Dao Dao was forbidden to enter his body. Yuan Ying immediately erupted into a strong sense of resistance under the pressure of the fire of divine thoughts, and the ghost king in the chaos suddenly came to his senses, showing unwillingness on his face. The ghost king kept struggling, but to no avail, he could only watch as this little imp who couldn't look down on him control himself step by step.

Although Chu Ziheng had a slight advantage, this ghost king was a Yuanying-level existence after all, and his strength was greatly damaged at this moment, and it took Chu Ziheng almost all his body to reluctantly subdue it. At this time, the ghost king consumed a lot of yin energy, and his body was illusory again, standing aside, without saying a word, wanting to cry without tears!

Chu Ziheng turned over in the air, and the old god was sitting on the futon on the ground, and said, "Tell me, what's your name?"

The ghost king was stunned for a moment, and then turned his head angrily, not wanting to look at him. Chu Ziheng snorted heavily, the fire in his eyes jumped, and the ghost king felt a faint heat in his body, and his heart palpitations swelled up for no reason, and he hurriedly said: "This king... Not... I'm called Onione. ”

Chu Ziheng was just playing with his heart just now, purely to scare and scare it. Then he touched his chin and asked with interest, "Ghost one, is there still ghost two, ghost three?"

The ghost king touched his head with few hairs, and said humbly: "This name was given by the Heavenly Ghost Master, he originally forged the sword and vowed to subdue the ghosts in the world, but after so many years, there is still only one me in the sword, he was probably killed by the enemy." ”

Regarding the fall of the Heavenly Ghost Master, Chu Ziheng had already guessed, nodded slightly, and asked again: "Then why is he catching ghosts? Could it be that he still lacks servants?"

But the ghost was as honest as ever, and said with a smirk: "The Heavenly Ghost Master said that if he wants to form a Hundred Ghost Great Array, or even a Ten Thousand Ghost Great Array, he must be at the level of the Ghost King or above to exert his true power. ”

?“ Not... Then why did he only catch the Ghost King, isn't the Ghost Emperor better?" Chu Ziheng said curiously.

"Damn, you think the Ghost Emperor is a cabbage on the side of the road!" Ghost Yi couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and yelled at Chu Ziheng.

Immediately, looking at Chu Ziheng's expression that slowly cooled down, the ghost quickly shrank into the corner, and secretly scolded himself, why can't he help it? I'm saying that the birth conditions of the Ghost Emperor are too harsh, so..."

Chu Ziheng interrupted him, calmly looked directly into its eyes, and said, "Okay, don't pretend, I know you don't obey me." But what I want to tell you is that someone in Chu has cultivated to the realm of Ning Dan, but it has only taken a few years, and if you give me some time, you will definitely be famous in many star fields! At that time, you will be glad to have met someone in Chu today!" The words revealed a strong self-confidence.

Although this sounded a little unbelievable, Ghost Yi had no doubt about Chu Ziheng's future prospects, he had never heard of a person who had cultivated to the Ning Dan realm in a few years, such a talent, he could be called a demon! Perhaps, it was not a bad thing to surrender to him... Unconsciously, the ghost didn't realize that his psychology had changed drastically.

The ghost was silent for a long time before he said sullenly: "This king will believe you once..."

Chu Ziheng slapped the Hundred Ghost Sword and said flatly: "Go in!" "Ghost Yi just glanced at Chu Ziheng, and obediently drilled into the Hundred Ghost Sword.

"Hundred ghosts..."Chu Ziheng flicked the sword body and said these two words repeatedly, is this the real Hundred Ghost Sword?

If you really collect a hundred ghost kings, what kind of power will it be? If you subdue more and stronger ghost things, you will be overwhelming and destroying the world, and no matter how bad it is, you can take the lead in taking the lead, Chu Ziheng's heart is full of pride. He never thought that a flying sword that he had easily won at the beginning would involve such a rare opportunity!