Wu Ying wasted the two hands of the giant ghost, there was no smug look on his face, and only cruelty and ruthlessness were in his eyes.

He looked at the national teacher in the distance, but his voice was as calm as if he was chatting at home.

"It's no wonder, you are the son of the ghost king, and your talent is also excellent, the ghost king should cultivate you with all his might, but you can kill all the sixteen ghost gods under his nose in the hands of your demon god, this ability is really amazing. ”

Wu Ying chuckled, and his gaze wandered to the big hand of the demon god behind the national teacher.

He looked at the white beast-like skull with heavy eyes, and continued, "It's a pity...... You don't have the time and ability to wait, if you wait for the strength of these sixteen ghosts and gods to grow, I will be the one who can't get up on the ground now. ”

Of course, if the ghosts and gods in the main hall really grow up, they will not be able to kill them and imprison them in the demon god's underworld.

Wu Ying raised his fist indifferently and ruthlessly, and the electric light of his fist flickered, mixed with his blood.

A punch roars!

A punch fell.

A huge blood hole was directly broken out of the giant ghost's chest, and there was no longer a trace of roaring sound from inside its body.

Because Wu Ying's hand had reached into his chest, a huge heart was taken out.

The heart was pulling at the blood-colored tendons, Wu Ying didn't take a second look, and ruthlessly tore off the tendons.

He straightened up, staring coldly at the huge heart that was still beating in his hand.

His thin lips opened slightly, and he said coldly and ruthlessly: "This little gift...... I took it. ”

After finishing speaking, he shook his palm fiercely.

The heart instantly lost its ability to beat, and directly turned into a pool of blood mist, which was filled with incomparably violent power, going upstream, and was all absorbed into Wu Ying's mouth.

The realm rises again!

The initial realm of Tongyuan was only a short day, and Wu Ying once again shortened the distance between him and the national teacher Tianming.

After devouring this ghost god's heart, he actually went directly to the Yuan Middle Realm.

The broken mirror was broken silently, and there was no movement between heaven and earth.

Only the sky above Wu Ying's head, the dark clouds gathered above the sky, were as strong as blood, full of anger!

National Teacher Tianming's face has become more and more ugly, looking at the corpse of the ghost god that gradually dissolves into a place of majestic blood and water under Wu Ying's feet, the appearance of the demon god behind him, the arm that controls the giant ghost directly exploded and annihilated.

He was furious in his heart, watching Wu Ying eat the giant ghost in one bite, and actually said that it was just a small gift!

One of the ghosts and gods of the sixteen main halls actually came to his mouth, just a small gift!

The demon god covered his broken arm and roared in pain, staring at that Fang Wu Ying with a fierce light, his eyes wanted to eat people!

Wu Ying shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and said, "What are you staring at me for?" Your master fused your sixteen demon hands with the ghosts and gods, and when they were destroyed, your arms were broken. You should stare at your master. ”

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Ling Tiansu felt that he was constantly rising, and his huge palm held him tightly, plunging his vision into pitch black.

The wind howling outside became more and more fierce, except for the scorching temperature brought by the palm of the hand.

Ling Tiansu could clearly feel the back of this ghost's hand, and the sound of fire was ignited.

The sound of burning flesh rattled, but the ghost god seemed to feel no pain, and from his body came an excited and bloodthirsty roar.

In a short period of time, Ling Tiansu knew that he had reached a height that was very far away from the earth.

The body is sudden... Suddenly, it tightened.

The ghost god's palm clenched fiercely, and he wanted to directly pinch Ling Tiansu to death in his palm.

Ling Tiansu sneered in his heart, and turned the Blood Song Sword on his shoulder in a different direction.

The blade of the sword slashed across his palm, and the smell of blood immediately permeated the huge palm.

Ling Tiansu himself didn't even need to use much force, under the ghost's own clenching movements, the blade of the Blood Song Sword was able to stab his palm with force.

If you want to pinch him to death, your palm must first receive a piercing wound.

The ghost god roared angrily, and suddenly loosened the strength in his hand.

It decided to kill the ant in a different way!

Ling Tiansu's body was light, and there was a sense of restraint missing.

Through the gaping fingers, he saw the twinkling stars of the night sky, and the great full moon.

Below the sheer height, the night wind here is fierce, and the blowing on the body is a piercing pain.

The strange thing is that the wind here is cold, but the moment Ling Tiansu was released, the corners of his clothes instantly ignited a scorching flame.

He frowned, and looked down at the headless ghost god beneath him, and above its body, a faint flame also ignited, covering its body layer.

However, it is clear that with its physical body and strength, this flame is beyond its control.

A bright bird's cry swept past Ling Tiansu's side.

Looking sideways, he saw that under the height of the clouds, even birds and beasts could hardly survive......

But there was a three-clawed monster bird with a dark body and a human face, which was full of blazing flames, and soared freely in this night.

The fiery wings drew two long lines of fire in the night sky, like shooting stars.

The monster with a human face and a bird's body glanced at the two uninvited guests in the sky with a cold and indifferent expression.

Without any extra movements, it waved its wings indifferently and flew into the distance.

Ling Tiansu also quickly retracted his gaze, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Are you a ghost who is not afraid of flames?

He wanted to see ...... Its ghostly body can't withstand the calcination of fire!

The dark blue pupils instantly fell into depth, and two pinches of dark blue flames ignited from his pupils.

The Shura killing intent in Ling Tiansu's body exploded instantly, and the flames on the surface of his clothes were all covered and suppressed by the red demonic qi and the blue flames.

'Seeing' this scene, the ghosts and gods under him were obviously stunned.

It roared, and a scarlet ball of light quickly condensed from the severed mouth of the severed head.

In the ball of light, it flickered and vibrate, as if it was constantly accumulating this terrifying power.

I saw this ghost god clenching his fist with one hand and slamming it his chest.

The ball of light instantly erupted with a sky-high scarlet speed of light, shooting towards Ling Tiansu.

The eyes covered by the blue flames condensed slightly, and he was thinking about how to deal with the murderous power that could only erupt from the powerhouses of the Tongyuan realm.

Suddenly, the Blood Song Sword in his hand trembled slightly.

The Shura killing intent in his body and the Netherworld Tribulation Fire in his heart involuntarily converged towards the sword, as if he was attracted.

Ling Tiansu came to his senses in an instant.

The Blood Song Sword is a magic sword in the depths of hell, and it is an extremely evil existence.

Evil things are naturally attracted to evil things.

Therefore, he was able to resonate with the Netherworld Fire in his body and the Shura Qi that he had cultivated through constant fighting in the Shura battlefield.

On the Blood Song Sword, there is no longer a Thunder Snake rune, and the little black snake has already been deciphered with the efforts of the Demon Breaking Mirror and the kitten.

Ling Tiansu looked at the beam of death that shot out, sneered, and the Netherworld Tribulation Fire in his body poured into the Blood Song Sword in his hand.

This fierce sword did not hesitate to accept the Netherworld Tribulation Fire in Ling Tiansu's body.

The blood-red blade was covered in dark blue flames.

Ling Tiansu stepped on the thunder and fierce wind under his feet, his body turned downward, and his arm and the Blood Song Sword formed a straight line.

The blade of the sword and the fire sliced through the terrifying wind and scorching heat beneath the atmosphere, and a semicircular white air current.

He and the sword in his hand did not dodge or dodge, and under the impetus of the thunder explosion under his feet, Ling Tiansu's speed was even faster than that scarlet beam.

The blade of the sword and the beam of light collided, and the sound of a soldering iron like water was heard in the air, and the blue flames on the tip of the sword were quickly dissolved.

At the same time, the Blood Song Sword also split the long beam of light in half.

Ling Tiansu was in the speed of two halves of scarlet light, although the beam of light did not touch half of his skin.

But at such a close distance, the corrosive force of death made his skin turn red like blood, like a boiled prawn.

Ling Tiansu held the sword straight down, the golden heavenly eyes widened, and through the end of the beam, he saw the scarlet color in the ghostless scar, and the blood song sword trembled rapidly in his hand.

A sword straight down!

Even in the distant sky, the national teachers Tianming and Wu Ying, who were on the ground, raised their heads indifferently.

They could all see that above the thick black clouds, there was a sword that went straight down like a red line, cutting through the clouds, cutting the clouds of the sky in half, and they couldn't close them for a long time.

Wu Ying showed a warm smile on his face, he stretched his waist, and said with a rare lazy look: "Another small gift." ”

The national teacher turned around indifferently and looked at the demon god who was in pain, its arm, and broke it again!

The sword in Ling Tiansu's hand cut the huge body of this ghost god in half like that beam of light.

His body continued to fall, and he could hear the gurgling and dissolving sound of the two ghost bodies that fell together behind him.

Immediately after, there was a bang behind him!

Blood mist in the sky!

The blood mist was sprinkled, and it actually gathered towards the Blood Song Sword in Ling Tiansu's hand and merged into the sword body.

The Blood Song Sword flashed with bursts of bloody light, only to hear the tragic and evil war song in it became more and more clear and shocking, and the bloody aura on the sword also became a little stronger.

Obviously, this sword grade has been upgraded to another level!

However, after experiencing a battle of cooperation, the strange thing is that this time the anger of the Blood Song Sword has deepened by a point.

But Ling Tiansu was able to be unaffected by it in the slightest, as if he had been accepted by it, and he was able to accept everything in this sword very naturally.

Ling Tiansu put away the sword and landed, looked at Wu Ying from afar, and threw the blood song sword in his hand to him.

Wu Ying didn't answer or look at it, and the Blood Song Sword obediently circled around his body on its own, and then stood in front of Wu Ying in the air.

Ling Tiansu glanced up at the sky.

He was so close to the sky that he could feel the starlight bathing his body in comfort.

He watched Wu Ying hold the Blood Song Sword, and suddenly said, "I suddenly have a good idea. ”

The Blood Song Sword in Wu Ying's hand was horizontal to his chest, and the corners of his mouth were hooked.

"Coincidentally, I also had a great idea. ”