And just when Zeng Hao began to have a headache about how to deal with these hundreds of thousands of powerful ghost zombies. (-)

"Boy, you're far away, don't hurry up, don't let them run away." A voice interrupted Zeng Hao's thoughts, and the owner of this voice was Zeng Soul.

"What do you mean?" Zeng Hao couldn't help asking.

"You say you're stupid, but you're not stupid, don't you know? Your ghost banner is in need of these ghosts, and if you don't grasp this great opportunity, you won't be able to grasp it. Zeng Soul said a little weakly.

"Oh." Zeng Hao slapped his forehead, and then he reacted, and let out an excited sound.

At this time, Zeng Hao no longer had a headache about how to get rid of the ghosts here, but looked at the hundreds of thousands of ghost zombies in front of him with the eyes of looking at treasures, and said in his mouth.

The next moment, a large amount of black mist suddenly appeared from Zeng Hao's body, enveloping Zeng Hao, but the black mist did not stop there, but quickly spread out to the surroundings.

A miserable ghost crying wolf howl came from the black mist, and the black qi on Zeng Hao's body became a few thicker.

A howl that was even more terrible than the howl of a ghost crying wolf came from the black fog where Zeng Hao was, but this voice sounded like Zeng Hao's voice. vigor

The black mist was a little faster, and it surged mercilessly towards the surrounding ghosts.

The screams became a little more intense, and the screams in all the black fog of Zeng Hao became even more inhumane, with this scream alone, the timid could definitely be scared to death directly.

This terrible howl was made by Zeng Hao himself, who was suffering inhuman torture at this time.

First the cold and biting cold air emitted by the black mist on his body, and then his body seemed to be pulled, Zeng Hao only felt that his four would be pulled off.

Then there was the sound of a ghost crying wolf howling like thunder in his ears, and Zeng Hao, who was shocked, felt dizzy and had a pain in his ears.

However, as the black fog became larger, the pain he endured became more and more intense.

Originally, Zeng Hao wanted to stop the black mist from continuing to spread, but what made his heart sink was that not only did these ghosts not run away, but naturally sent mén, desperately pushing into the black mist one by one.

This made Zeng Hao anxious, and the screams became more intense.

Now the black mist is only absorbing less than one-fifth, and he can't bear it with a few breaths now, if he continues to absorb these ghosts, the consequences Zeng Hao really can't imagine.

However, Zeng Hao's nightmare had just begun, and as time slowly passed, Zeng Hao's body was already covered with bruises, and his blood was blurred.

And Zeng Hao's chest pouch almost exploded, but fortunately, his body was strong and he held it up.

Zeng Hao began to worry, he has not yet borne less than two-thirds of it, and he is already on the verge of collapse, if he absorbs it, he is afraid that he will have to pay for it here.

Zeng Hao began to wonder if this was Zeng Soul or yīn, and it was too difficult for him to absorb hundreds of thousands of powerful ghost zombies in one go.

However, just when Zeng Hao thought that he would definitely not be able to hold on to the next moment, a cold and piercing air flow in his body flowed out from between his fingers and rushed towards his head and limbs, which made Zeng Hao feel better.

In the next moment, another air flow that was not as cold as before also worked in his body.

Under the operation of the two air currents again and again, Zeng Hao regained a trace of clarity, and began to resist the painful dismantling and grinding of his luck.

After Zeng Hao felt that he could completely bear the pain, Zeng Hao accelerated the speed of the black mist and spread towards the surroundings.

However, this time, with the help of two air currents, the pain of this demolition and grinding person is still within the range of bearability.

After a cup of tea, the black mist spread all over the radius of three miles, and the black mist became a little thicker, already as black as ink, as if it could drip water at any time.

After devouring all the ghosts and zombies, the black mist began to churn violently.

A terrifying ghost crying wolf howl covered the entire sea of black mist, and hideous faces slowly formed from the black mist, making people feel as if in the black sea of hell, floating with hideous and terrifying ghost faces.

Zeng Hao, who was the owner of the Powerful Ghost Flag, couldn't help but be frightened after seeing this scene.

Zeng Hao believed that if he used this lineup to fight others, the momentum alone could scare the enemy a few steps, and he would be timid for three points first.

Zeng Hao pinched it with both hands, and one by one the legal decisions were formed from Zeng Hao's hands, and then entered the black mist.

After Zeng Hao entered one by one, the black mist rolled more violently, and the howl of ghosts and wolves in it became even more miserable.

Zeng Hao swiped with one finger and waved his hand, and a drop of blood began to slowly drift into the black mist, submerged into it, and disappeared.

The black mist began to rise and fall, tumbling and uncertain, and the miserable howl of the ghost and wolf began to turn into a howl of excitement.

"Receive." Zeng Hao's eyes flashed, he shouted, and made a move with one hand.

The black mist seemed to have received some order, yes, and began to calm down, slowly shrinking, and the sound of the ghost crying wolf also stopped abruptly.

In a few breaths, the black mist transformed into a flag, spinning in mid-air.

The flag is painted with a hideous grimace on the surface and a pair of large hands on the other, and the flag is several meters high, giving people the feeling of a yīn sensen.

Zeng Hao made a move, and the small flag, which was several meters large, began to rotate a few points faster, and then slowly shrunk until it became small enough to be only the size of a palm, and flew back into Zeng Hao's hand.

Zeng Hao held the powerful ghost banner in one hand, frowned, and began to ponder.

The Oni Banner, which had collected more than 100,000 ghosts, began to change, and although it was exactly the same as before on the surface, it felt completely different.

Not to mention anything else, the momentum of the powerful ghost banner alone is countless times stronger than before, but Zeng Hao couldn't be happy.

The reason why Zeng Hao frowned so much was naturally for a reason, that is, the feeling that the powerful ghost banner gave him was not strong.

It should be said that it is not enough to compare with any ancient magic weapon.

If an ordinary ancient magic weapon is a long sword, then the previous Devil's Banner was a bag for stuff, and the current Devil's Banner is a raincoat with one more function, that is, to block the rain.

Although the 100,000 ghosts are terrifying and their strength is also very good, they are only used as auxiliary, and in terms of combat, they can't even beat an ordinary foundation building period.

As for the use of defense, in Zeng Hao's opinion, it is just about the same as the defense power of his own protective shield, and it is not a defense to talk about it.

And the other supernatural powers of the Powerful Ghost Banner have obviously not been able to exert his true power yet.

This is also the reason why Zeng Hao frowned, hundreds of thousands of ghosts are not enough to exert his power, so how many ghosts should be the magic weapon suitable for Yuanying Monk back then.