Chapter 87 Combined Xuangong, Dark Rashomon

Tick, tick......

The cultivators in the painful writhing black qi continued to drip dark red blood on the ground, and the entire arena fell into a dead silence. At this time, the scene was very weird, the black gas as thick as ink in the ring writhed painfully, and occasionally there was a painful howl of the people in the black gas, and the dark red blood was ticking down, which was shocking.

Chu Xinghe held the dragon ball in one hand, and with the other hand, he made a gesture, and spit out the second dragon ball on his palm, staring indifferently at the ghost cultivator looming in the black qi.

"Since you don't cherish your body so much, then I'll help you destroy him!" Chu Xinghe said coldly. The Dragon Ball horn thorn burst blow just now, and it has definitely seriously injured the cultivator. You must know that in the face of this extremely destructive horn thorn burst, even the black King Kong, which is known as a steel defense, will be blown to pieces, even if the ghost cultivator has reached the realm of Xuanli armor, he can't resist it all, I am afraid that at this moment, his body has been blasted out of the blood holes one by one by the golden light that bursts, and if he is not treated in time, he will be in danger of dying at any time.

"Blood...... This is my blood ......" Suddenly, the black qi twisted violently, revealing the hideous and terrifying distorted face of the cultivator, his cheeks were stained with his own dark red blood, he raised his bloody hands, his eyes instantly became dull, and his mouth muttered: "This is my blood...... My blood ......"

Chu Xinghe's brows furrowed, and he looked at the abnormal performance of the ghost cultivator incomprehensibly. According to a normal person, when he was seriously injured and bleeding, he must have panicked, but this cultivator was suddenly frightened and stupid, and he muttered inexplicably in a sluggish manner. However, the black qi covering his body suddenly changed, and began to roll violently, as if the evil ghost beast that had lost the control of its master was about to break free from the shackles and pour out.

"Stupid, you actually hurt the cultivator!" At this time, Rakshasa also scolded with a solemn expression.

"What do you mean?" asked Kong Xu, puzzled.

"The Xuan Gong of ghost cultivation is different from ordinary people, there is a ghost king who is parasitic in his body and is born from the resentment of thousands of dead people, only his blood can suppress this ghost king, and he usually uses it for him to fight!" Rakshasa reversed his bewitching posture and said expressionlessly: "Now that you have beaten him to a serious injury, and a large amount of blood has been lost, the ghost cultivator who was originally afraid of blood can no longer suppress the ghost king in his body, he is going crazy!"

"Ghost King, go crazy!" Chu Xinghe frowned slightly, and then said coldly: "Cultivating the Evil Dao Xuangong, this is his own fault! Planting dead people's resentful spirits in his body is even more intolerable, if he is obsessed with it again, I will be happy to help him with this remnant of his life!"

"Stupid, don't be too presumptuous!" Rakshasa rebuked loudly: "Once the ghost cultivator goes crazy, even I can't stop it!If you still want to live, quickly give up the game and roll out of the ring!" Rakshasa said this, glancing at Kong Xu worriedly, and then ignoring them, turning to the ghost cultivator and striding over.

"Nonsense, I won't surrender and admit defeat!" Chu Xinghe said resolutely.

"I'll just say it once, it's your own business whether you do it or not!" Rakshasa dropped this sentence and resolutely walked into the black aura of cultivating ghosts. After the cultivator was injured, that black qi had nearly doubled in just a few breaths, and it was originally only the size of one person, but now it had become the size of two people. Rakshasa walked into the black gas, and it strangely fused with the black gas and disappeared.

"Boss, what should I do?" At this time, Kong Xu moved to Chu Xinghe's side at a loss, and asked out loud.

"A dignified seven-foot man, how can he be scared away just because of a few words from that woman!" Chu Xinghe said resolutely.

"Know, as long as there is the boss's words, Kong Xu will fight to the end!" Kong Xu replied loudly to express his intention to follow him to the death.

I don't know when it started, the wounds on the cultivator's body stopped bleeding, as if it was because the blood had dried up. The hollow wound was filled with ink-like black qi, and then a large stream of black qi seeped out of the body, constantly rolling and roaring in the air, and the volume became larger and larger. It wasn't until later that the black qi began to permeate Chu Xinghe and the others, and in view of the weirdness of this black qi, Kong Xu and Chu Xinghe were constantly retreating.

Although the beautiful emcee has the cultivation of a great master, she didn't dare to be careless in the face of this weird black gas, until she retreated to the edge of the ring, forced to glance at the judges' seat, and got Mo Yuntao's nod, and then jumped off the ring. At the same time, the beautiful emcee announced loudly: "Due to the strange mystical skills launched by the ghost cultivators, this emcee will judge below the ring......"

In a moment, the entire area of the ring was almost enveloped by the ever-expanding black qi, and at this moment, Kong Xu and Chu Xinghe had been forced to the edge of the ring, and there was no way out. Chu Xinghe glanced at Kong Xu, who was slightly startled, and suddenly stretched out a hand and probed into the black qi, and sure enough, a powerful soul suction force climbed up through the palm of his hand, trying to pull Chu Xinghe's soul out of his body and merge into this black qi.

"Dragon Descending Secret Technique - Fighting God Thoughts!" Chu Xinghe silently recited a mantra, and his soul power was greatly mobilized, forming a golden divine thought in his body, which suppressed the resentment of the dead soul in the black qi. The soul suction on his hand disappeared in an instant. But Chu Xinghe knew the power of this black qi through this contact, ordinary people did not cultivate a strong spiritual power, and if they were invaded by this black qi, they would immediately be sucked away from their souls and become walking corpses.

Judging from this powerful resentment, the ghost king in this black qi has indeed reached an extremely terrifying level. Unexpectedly, in this Mysterious Desolate Continent, there are people who are well versed in such methods of refining ghosts, and they put the ghost king in the human body and practice it as a kind of mystical skill, which is really crazy. But its strength is also undeniable, a strong person like a ghost cultivator, once he is put into the army to fight, he can instantly absorb the souls of a large number of soldiers, not only can kill a large army in a hundred seconds with one enemy, but also can suck the soul of life without limit, and constantly strengthen himself. The consequences are unimaginable.

"Kong Xu, you are not needed here, leave the ring quickly!" Chu Xinghe said to Kong Xu without looking back: "Listen to me, you must not touch this black qi!" After speaking, regardless of Kong Xu's objections, he rushed directly into the black qi.

"Boss!" Kong Xu was shocked, but he didn't listen to Chu Xinghe's words and jumped out of the ring directly, but jumped in. A terrifying pressure calmed his soul at once, making his powerful body unable to move at all. Then there was a powerful suction that desperately pulled at his soul, as if to completely separate his soul and body alive.

Panic, uneasiness!

Cold sweat broke out on Kong Xu's forehead, but he couldn't control the soul in his body and began to be withdrawn from his body.

Suddenly, a golden palm broke through and slammed into Kong Xu's body, directly slapping his whole person into the air, flying straight out of the black qi enveloping range. After getting rid of the black qi, Kong Xu suddenly felt that his soul was attached to his body again, and the feeling of prostration and weakness of his whole body suddenly disappeared. Leaving the ring and falling back to the ground, Kong Xu was terrified, knowing in his heart that it was Chu Xinghe who had just saved him.

That black qi is so weird and terrifying, but Chu Xinghe can move freely in the black qi, it seems that the boss he just met does have better means than himself. Compared to his own brute strength, he is obviously much smarter and more powerful.

After the black gas spread over the entire ring, it finally stopped the tendency to extend outward. The arena staff and the judges breathed a sigh of relief. When the black gas spread, some people were almost unable to hold back their actions to stop the game. Especially Mo Yunchong, he was the most restless, with both fear and expectation in his heart. What he was afraid of was that if Chu Xinghe had any accident, he would not be able to explain to Chu Zongxu, and what he was looking forward to was that the evil skill displayed by the cultivator was exactly the same as that person without any doubt, and it must be inextricably linked, as long as he waited a little, maybe he would show up himself.

Fortunately, Chu Xinghe seemed to have a way to fight against that weird black qi, which made Mo Yunchong breathe a sigh of relief, but he was still worried about Chu Xinghe's safety.

At this moment, in the black qi as thick as splashing ink, Chu Xinghe's body was shining with golden light, wrapping his whole body like a shape, blocking the black qi half an inch away. The black qi could not invade this golden light, and naturally it could not pose a threat to Chu Xinghe's soul. As a dragon descender, this kind of ghost path deterrent method is not enough to threaten him, you know, compared to the deterrent power of the ancient dragon clan, this ghost path method is simply insignificant pediatrics.

"Chu Xinghe, I didn't expect you to have such ability, even the combined Xuangong of me and the cultivator of ghosts, the Dark Rashomon, can be regarded as an idleness!" Suddenly, there was a slightly hoarse voice from the black air.

"Combined Xuangong, Dark Rashomon!" Chu Xinghe was secretly surprised in his heart: "Can Xuangong still be able to cultivate two people dually?"

"This Dark Rashomon can devour the souls of Xuan Cultivators who have cultivated below the Great Xuan Master realm, I didn't expect that you, a fifteen-year-old hairy boy, would be able to easily resist the devouring of the Dark Rashomon!

"I don't have to tell you. Chu Xinghe replied coldly.

"It's okay if you don't say it. The Rakshasa voice seemed to sound right next to him: "Because you can't escape!"

Chu Xinghe was startled, and Tianyou's voice suddenly sounded in his heart: "It's not good, there is something in this dark Rashomon!" Tianyou poked his head out of the gluttonous armband, and a blue light appeared in his eyes, shining out in the thick black gas like splashing ink, and the image of the scene that came back made Chu Xinghe gasp-

A monstrous beast shrouded in black qi crouched on the ground, small in size, only the size of an adult tiger, and a pair of red eyes looming in the black mist. It is not accurate to say that it is a beast, because it has the shape of a human being, but its body is covered with a black aura like a shape, like a hair standing up. And under the eyes of God's blessing, this alien showed an extremely ugly face, a terrifying face that cannot be described in words!

"The ancient devil is hideous!?" Tianyou blurted out in surprise.