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Wan Tianhou's eyes were full of shock.

In his impression, although Huaxia still has a god realm, it is all an old monster-level existence.

They have existed for too long, and they have long since ceased to walk around the world.

And the person in front of him is only about twenty years old, too young, how can he be one of those old monsters?

"No, you...... You...... I thought of it, you are Lin Junhe, the one who killed Yang Wanli!"

At this time, Wan Tianhou's expression changed suddenly, and he finally connected the two things together.

If you want to say that the biggest thing that has happened in Southeast Asia recently, it is the shocking battle between Lin Junhe and Yang Wanli.

Although the world is rumoring that Lin Junhe may have entered the divine realm, Wan Tianhou has never believed it.

The Divine Realm, how can it be so easy to set foot in.

Although he was already a great monk in the late stage of the Hedao, a human-level existence, if he really faced a first-class existence in the Upper God Realm, he would definitely be dead and lifeless.

How could a twenty-year-old young man be a god realm?

But when he saw it today, he couldn't help but be shocked that he might be wrong.

In this world, there are really some demons, which are difficult to describe with common sense!

"Looks like I'm getting old. ”

After a sigh, an astonishing light erupted in Wan Tianhou's eyes.

"But what if you are really a god, I will behead you today to break my shackles!"

As he spoke, Wan Tianhou's hands did not know when there was an extra bone flute.

The moment the bone flute was placed between the lips of Wan Tiantian, the entire world dimmed in an instant, and the stars in the sky were all obscured at this moment, leaving only dense dark clouds.

"Ten Thousand Bone Flute! How many years have passed, and I can finally see the old witch master go all out again!" a gray-haired old man exclaimed excitedly, and the old tears flowed down his face.

"Ten Thousand Bone Flutes?"

Many overseas Wumen disciples had heard of this term for the first time, but they could already deeply feel the evil aura coming from the bone flute, which made their scalps tingle subconsciously.

On the side, another middle-aged elder's face changed even more when he was excited: "Retreat, retreat! If you are caught in it, you will die and die!"

"This thing is the treasure of my sect, and it is a magic weapon with the same name as the Tibetan Tantric Dharma Instrument Human Bone Flute!"

"Ten Thousand Bone Flutes?"

Lin Junhe's gaze also fell on the delicate bone flute at this time, and he subconsciously frowned.

Because he felt an evil aura in this bone flute that made him very uncomfortable, as if there were endless evil spirits trapped inside.

With the bone flute being blown, there was really a gust of wind and wind hunting around.

"Boom!"

On top of the violent turmoil, thousands of ghosts suddenly appeared on the beach, and under the heavy yin wind hunting, the ghosts turned this originally beautiful beach into a ghost domain!

As soon as the song ended, Wan Tianhou's eyes fell on the bone flute, as if he was looking at an old friend, muttering to himself.

"The old man has killed countless people in his life, and the one I am most proud of is this 10,000-bone flute made from the bones of 10,000 people. There are thousands of people who have died because of it, but it has also been able to become a magic instrument that can be compared to the Tibetan tantric instrument human bone flute because of the resentment of ten thousand people. ”

"I don't know, can you take the grievances of these ten thousand people?"

In the end, there was only a sneer on Wan Tianhou's face.

Although his face turned as pale as a piece of paper from the urging of the Ten Thousand Bone Flute, his eyes flashed with an incomparable color of madness.

However, in the face of such a scene of a hundred ghosts dancing at this time, Lin Junhe was still unmoved and smiled coldly.

"If that's all you can do, you can die. ”

The voice fell, and I saw Lin Junhe flip it casually, and a palm thunder shot out from his hand.

The lightning as white as jade kept wandering in the void, only to hear the sound of lightning and thunder, countless fierce and vicious yin ghosts collapsed one by one, and they were not Lin Junhe's opponent of the palm thunder at all.

Although Wan Tianhou is a late stage of cultivation, his strength in the entire world can be called terrifying.

But Lin Junhe's palm thunder specializes in breaking all kinds of yin and evil things.

For the ten thousand heavens who happen to cultivate the evil qi witch path, it can be said that it is a natural enemy-like existence.

At this time, it was too easy to break his spell.

A palm thunder was like a bamboo, and after breaking through dozens of yin ghosts, there was no intention to stop, and he went directly towards Wan Tianhou himself.

At this time, a black robe shook wildly in the wind, and his hands were constantly pinching the seal in front of him, injecting endless evil qi into the Ten Thousand Bone Flute.

Under the full urging of Wan Tianqi, the speed of being summoned by the Ten Thousand Bone Flute to kill the Yin Ghost actually exceeded the speed of Lin Junhe's palm thunder to kill the Yin Ghost.

In the end, when the number of yin ghosts around him reached nearly 10,000, Wan Tianhou suddenly laughed, cut his fingertips, and used blood as a guide to rush at the Ten Thousand Bone Flute.

"It's done!"

"Ten thousand ghosts walk in the night, endless ghost domain! You have no way out!"

Under the laughter of ten thousand days, I saw that the nearly 10,000 yin ghosts were full of evil spirits, directly occupying the beach completely, and attacking towards the Lin Jun River at the same time, making this beach a hellish scene.

Thirty years ago, Wan Tianhou once used this move to kill a great master in the late stage of the Transformation Realm.

At that time, he only summoned a hundred ghosts, and devoured the man.

And today, the ten thousand ghosts he summoned are not only ten times stronger than those of that day, a hundred times?

"Why should I retreat?"

Lin Junhe suddenly laughed, stepped out, and a touch of war intent burned on his face.

"I'm here today to destroy your overseas witch sect, even if I face the entire ghost domain, let alone your ten thousand ghosts!"

Under the laughter, Lin Junhe raised his hand towards the sky and spit out two words.

"Thunder!"

The two words fell, and only a thunderclap was heard!

"Boom!"

The whole dark night, which could not be seen in five fingers, was suddenly split in two by a lightning bolt in an instant, as bright as day!

After looking at it for ten thousand days, he saw Lin Junhe holding the thunder and lightning, like a god holding a thunder spear, and thousands of arcs of lightning emanated from his body and converged behind him, as if he had put on a long white hair!

"Just calling ghosts, dare to be presumptuous in front of me?"

"Boom!"

Lin Junhe pointed in front of him, and an arc of lightning roared out, destroying the hundred ghosts in front of him!

"Boom!"

Lin Junhe pointed out the second point, and the thunder dragon was rampant on the entire beach, nearly 10,000 yin ghosts, and they disappeared in an instant!

"Boom!"

Lin Junhe pointed out the third point, and the entire Wudao was shrouded in thousands of thunders, as if it had turned into a thunder and lightning cage!

And for ten thousand days, at this time, he was already stunned, trembling all over, and he couldn't speak anymore, like a magic barrier.

Ten thousand ghosts walk in the night, endless ghost realm?