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The cold wind swept by, lifting the cold sweat hair in front of Ziming's forehead. It was only a few minutes away from being swallowed by this endless abyss, and Ziming seemed to hear the abyss behind him moaning, it was its hungry roar. At this moment, he could clearly feel that every inch of his skin was involuntarily tightening and contracting. The world was far more cruel than he had imagined.

Wu Qing slowly walked towards Zi Ming, with a strange smile on his face, his fist shook, and a strong wind whistled out, and the strong wind pressure seemed to be a bull crashing towards Zi Ming, unstoppable! Is this the strength of a high-level disciple? Zi Ming had to lower his body in order to reduce the impact of the wind pressure on himself. Looking at Ziming's appearance, Wu Qing was able to smile, and that smile became more and more hideous

Wu Qing shook off his drifting sea, smiled like an old fox, and looked at Ziming condescendingly, "You can break it yourself! so as not to dirty my hands!" While saying this, Wu Qing also blew on his palm, showing an unstoppable arrogance.

Now Ziming has no way back, and "Ghost: Karmic Fire" has no ability to fly. What's more, if you really want to fight together, Wu Qing will still occupy various advantages. Theoretically, Zi Ming can use the abilities of other ghosts to withdraw from the danger zone, but the ability of the proposed ghost has a cooldown period, and this cooldown period will decrease with the improvement of cultivation, and now, Zi Ming obviously has no way to formulate it again!

Zi Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, looked behind him, and couldn't help but sigh. Towering peaks, steep cliffs, clouds and mist, unfathomable. The current position is obviously not suitable for battle, and the enemy's victory rate is slim when he has the right time and place. However, cowardice before fighting is not Ziming's style.

"Heh" Ziming laughed at himself, and then his arms were open and folded, as if he was about to raise his hands and surrender.

Wu Qing looked at it and burst into laughter. Wu Qing obviously didn't intend to let go of Zi Ming, and Zi Ming broke Wu Qing's self-unsolvable ghost technique, which was undoubtedly a slap in his face. The importance that cultivators attach to face is not trivial. Those who are not magnanimous will not be forgiven. What's more, Ziming has a talent that is diametrically opposed to his inferior dress, and he will definitely be a terrifying opponent in the future.

"What, surrender, do you think I'll let you go?" Wu Qing licked her lips and sneered.

"Who said I was going to surrender, huh?" Zi Ming's face sank, and he immediately revealed an extremely terrifying smile, and the crimson pupils made the atmosphere extremely eerie, as if everything was under his control.

Wu Qing couldn't help but be stunned when she saw Ziming's expression, but this short moment became a good time for Ziming to make a move. Before Wu Qing could react, Zi Ming's hands turned dexterously, and countless fire needles pounced on Wu Qing. The rain fell on the pear blossom needle! There was no way back? The array of bright red karmic fire was like a meteor shower, rushing towards Wu Qing's legs

Wu Qing subconsciously took a step back, the green tendons on his arms bulged suddenly, and the pale golden yuan force surged up, and his hands crossed in front of his upper body.

Soon, Wu Qing realized that something was wrong! Zi Ming's attack didn't seem to be coming towards those places, but towards the ambush between his legs! However, by the time Wu Qing reacted, it was already too late!

"Ahh

Those needles alone are enough to torture people, not to mention, they also carry karmic fire? Karmic fire has a bright color like a red lotus, that kind of high temperature, and is dedicated to smelting metals, and it is a profitable cadre of "alchemy"! Where is Wu Qing still in the mood to take care of other things? Wu Qing hurriedly looked at his lower body, and that little thing had already been pierced into a cactus ball

Although the "power of ghosts and gods" in people's genes can reincarnate people with severed limbs and arms, there are some places that cannot be reshaped, such as our eyes and a certain place

For a person who wants his own life, how can Ziming keep his hands? Isn't being merciful to the enemy just cruel to himself? Saint, Ziming is not worthy, as long as he dares to love and hate, it is enough! In this world, everything that has lived has "sin"!

"Ahh

Wu Qing was furious and rushed towards Ziming, like a bullfight with a red cloth, where is there still a little bit of sanity? I'm afraid, I can't even stop my own steps, right?

Looking at Wu Qing, who was acting crazy, Ziming's face was flat, as if everything was just a trivial matter. Zi Ming knew that there was no way in front of him, his hands were raised flat, like a scale, and then he leaned up slightly, leaned back, turned his back to the ground, and fell down the cliff. Is this going to be self-decided?

On Ziming's handsome face, there is no trace of sorrow, no trace of complaint, no trace of fear, only snickering and indifference

Wu Qing couldn't stop his pace and fell into the cliff, but fortunately, when the "Ghost: Wind" was a little successful in cultivation, he could gain the ability to walk on the wind, although it was very costly, but it was enough to save his life!

Wu Qing stepped on the realm of the void, stepped on the wind and jumped on the cliff, and the nostrils endlessly drilled out white gas, and the wordless anger was the most terrible, losing the right to be a man, that kind of mood, it was self-evident. Although Ziming is dead, he can't be happy, and he even has a strong sense of remorse in his heart!

The fish-scale clouds obscured a large area of view, and the cliffs were so high that they were unfathomable!

Ziming's grass vine bracelet flashed fluorescently, and the finger-thick bracelet turned into a dragon, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a dragon as thick as a bucket!

Long Wei suddenly appeared, the turquoise body was full of colorful light, and the fine dark green scales on his body were like bronze pouring, reflecting a piece of brilliance, illuminating the gray rock wall with a piece of crystal, and the long dragon whiskers fluttered in the wind, hanging the shadow of teeth and claws on the rock wall. With a dexterous bend, he swooped down towards the bottom of the cliff, and then leaned into the sky, catching Ziming with his body that was as tough as cowhide

Zi Ming skillfully jumped, somersault, landed on the head of the Jiao's dragon, and grabbed the branch-like dragon horn.

Don't forget, Ziming still has the hole card of Jiaolong. Jiaolong is an ancient demon spirit created by ghosts and gods, its identity is secret, and it usually does not show up easily, but when it comes to a critical moment, how can it not appear?

"It's so timely!" Ziming patted the dragon, as if he was playing with the pet that made him proud.

"Hmm, is the master alright?"

"It's okay! It's just a pity, I've picked a horse for so long! Hey, that white horse has to find another owner," Ziming scratched his head and muttered to himself. He didn't pay attention to everything that happened just now, it's just that the white horse can't accompany him! However, there are also advantages to this, at least Ziming can encounter some less white eyes, look at Ziming's dress, how many people don't suspect that the horse was stolen?

"Let's go around this way, let's go around and enter the platform of life and death through the back door! Just find a place where no one is there."

"Understood, master!" Jiaolong's body swayed, its speed surged, and the hazy figure completely disappeared into the clouds, looking quite mysterious and strange

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