"Chasing souls!"

The ghosts and gods are calm and unhurried, and they come in square steps, so as not to make people frightened.

Unstoppable, the momentum is amazing!

In a few breaths, the feelings of the old ghost of Montenegro have changed dramatically.

Fear for a lifetime, it's too late to withdraw.

There are many ghosts and gods in the Yin Land, and there is no one like the ghosts and gods who are deceived in front of them, maybe this should not be a ghost or god in the first place.

He didn't think that any ghosts and gods could give him such oppression, obviously the realm was not as good, but he had a power on his body that made people dare not look at it directly.

The body was hit by inky raindrops, which could be dealt with by a huge body, the penetrating ink spots, the sharp pain of tearing the soul, and the feeling of soul pumping could not affect the mood at the moment.

He was scared, scared to the extreme, his soul was throbbing, and he didn't want to lose everything he had so hard to get.

To dissipate completely, it means to perish, never to exist again.

Thousands of years of fighting, all kinds of fights in the Yin Earth did not make him afraid, but he had a sense of annihilation for no reason at the moment.

Can't see clearly, can't touch it, that jade pen is like a nemesis.

If time is frozen, the inky edge does not give him a chance to dodge at all, and it comes to the bone, and there is no way to dodge.

The confidence of the old ghost of Montenegro at the beginning, as Chen Tai stepped forward, his spirit was broken like glass, and the ink-colored pen became more and more transparent, as if it was right in front of him.

No matter how he dodged, he couldn't dodge a chance to dodge.

The huge body became his death hole, and the pen did not give him any chance at all, and he went completely insane, and roared wildly.

"Hahaha, if you want to kill me, I will kill you too, I want you to have no good time, I am not afraid of you."

Chen Tai just pointed out "chasing souls" with one stroke!

In a moment, time stretches infinitely, and the pen is pointed out, and it is used to the extreme.

Sword intent, divine intent, killing intent, coming to this world, the accumulation of several worlds, this is a strong stroke, representing the peak of all his strength at the moment.

"Shhh

The subtle and imperceptible points, the piercing of the pen, brought out an extremely fine yin thunder light, and even Chen Tai was a little stunned.

The cold thunder light is very small, but the power to destroy the soul is definitely not fun, this is the "Heaven and Earth Yin Thunder", the nemesis of the legendary Yin Soul.

It is no wonder that this old ghost of the Black Mountain is like a frightened beast, although there is little yin thunder, but the threat to the yin soul is no less than half a point of karmic fire.

The seventh type of soul chasing in "Thirteen Methods of Splashing Ink", this blow condensed most of Chen Tai's strength, which was already the ultimate he could do.

"Ahhh

"You force me, I will make your soul no longer exist, and sink with me."

Seeing the stroke of the pen, the old ghost of Montenegro ignored the tearing on his body, and forcibly used the power of the twelve realms, and he was crazy to the extreme, and he no longer had reason.

He has no choice, all he can rely on is the ultimate realm, even if he can only use it for a while, ten thousand ghosts will tear it apart, and he will not hesitate to do it.

The yin wind swayed, and the black and evil aura turned down towards Chen Tai, two huge black claws came left and right, and a huge black and evil mouth swallowed down, threatening to swallow everything Chen Tai had in one gulp.

For the first time, Chen Tai felt the horror of the ultimate ghost god, if it was about strength, this kind of power already had the appearance of fighting in the starry sky at the beginning.

It's a pity that Chen Tai has no fear at all, if he is swallowed, it is exactly what he wants, this is purely looking for his own death.

His soul may be imprisoned and sealed, but there is absolutely no danger of his soul being scattered.

"Give me death."

The old ghost of Montenegro, visible to the naked eye, the huge body was torn apart in several places like a sphere, and countless evil ghosts stretched out their arms, wanting to escape, and the dense roar resounded in the sky.

In one gulp, no matter how big Chen Tai's body is, there is a gap of dozens of times between him and the old ghost of Montenegro, and he watched his big mouth swallow it in one gulp, not hiding or dodging.

His pen did not hesitate to back down, the old ghost of Montenegro wanted to fight back in a desperate situation, and he Chen Tai didn't want to kill with one blow.

Chen Tai only has one chance to strike, and all his strength is condensed under this pen, and he will not die.

If this old ghost of Montenegro dodges with all his might, maybe with one stroke, with the advantage of the Yin Soul Realm, it is really possible to be immortal.

When the time comes, Chen Tai can't click on the second stroke, and the only means he can use is the karmic fire red lotus, and there are more variables, which is not what Chen Tai wants to see.

It's good to be so crazy, to want to devour him, this is really a miscalculation.

The thunder flashed, and Chen Tai's body was swallowed along with the jade pen pointed out by Pingju, as if he had arrived in a sea of black and evil qi, and everything around him was oppressing him.

Through the faint light of thunder, he saw the location of a cyclone, and in the center of the cyclone, a somewhat hideous soul body was constantly roaring.

The simple soul body is very transparent, very fragile, and if it is not supported by the surrounding cyclone, the soul body inside is not much stronger than a soul that has just died.

There is no orthodox system, and the ghosts and gods of the underworld are just deformed products, which are too far from the real ghosts and gods of the underworld.

"Come to think of it, kill this soul body, and this black mountain should completely dissipate!"

The pen pierces, points out through the cyclone, and countless obstacles around you.

One point down, chasing the soul!

"No———, I don't want to die."

A terrible howl came out, thousands of miles away, and even the Liufu in Morro City could be heard clearly.

The voice flashed, startling countless reactions, and the countless monks in Morro City were shocked and at a loss.

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"Is it Xuanzhi making a move?"

As soon as Bai Yu Zhenren entered the Willow Mansion, he was shocked, and the sound could shake the soul, and it was definitely a ghost and god howling.

The Taiyuan Sword behind him trembled inexplicably.

"Father."

"Master."

Zhu Shangyu and Su Yuehong heard the sound and left the courtyard, wanting to investigate, but raised their eyes to see Bai Yu Zhenren staring into the distance with the Taiyuan Sword on his back.

"Where's Xuanzhi?"

Bai Yu Zhenren asked in a deep voice.

"Master, he's gone to the mountain forest where evil spirits gather."

Bai Yu Zhenren glanced at this son-in-law angrily, the Taiyuan sword flew out behind his back, and his figure flashed and broke through the air.

"Wait, I'll go."

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The old ghost of Montenegro was doomed from the beginning, devouring millions of souls, but instead of helping, it became a drag.

Under the internal and external troubles, Chen Tai clicked, and the yin thunder and lightning flashed, tearing his soul, and after a miserable scream, only the silence remained.

The soul body is no better than the body, and it cannot tolerate a little mistake, and under the tearing, the dead cannot die again.

Chasing the soul is a terrifying blow.

Chen Tai was shocked by the power of this jade pen, and karmic fire was also an incomparable power.

If you use karmic fire to burn your soul, I'm afraid this black mountain can burn for a long time, where is it so neat and tidy at this moment.

"Ding, get 1000 luck."

Sure enough, nothing made Chen Tai happier than taking away his luck, and at this moment he could even ignore the evil ghosts around him.

No more and no less, the jade pen also absorbs and transforms.

Afterglow!

The old ghost of Montenegro died, and the remnants of the evil ghost in his body scattered and fled.

Eighteen years have passed, this old ghost of Montenegro has worn out most of the weak evil ghosts, and at this moment, they can survive in the physical strength of Black Mountain, and these evil ghosts are also extraordinary.

"Looks like it's time to clean up."

Chen Tai is not immersed, he has spare strength, these evil ghosts are not dealt with, and there is no Montenegro to suppress them, and the destructive power is huge.

"Lianyun!"