Chapter 290: The Madman

In the Burial Soul Pass, Ding Buer stood with cold eyebrows, the magic knife received his life, and opened the chapter of life and death, unexpectedly defeated, the demon beast nine-headed ghost owl was killed, and the moment of death was quiet, only the bright sword split the ghost fog, the killing machine came, and the god of death waved the sickle.

"And the master, retreat!"

In an instant of despair, there was another variable, a white lightning suddenly killed at an astonishing speed, unparalleled might, and wanted to stop the magic knife from killing, Ding Buer saw this, his face changed, and he quickly retreated, avoiding the attacking edge.

"Boom!"

A blow to the confrontation, the knife exploded, the strong energy shook a hundred zhang square, the dust and smoke were everywhere, and the treacherous atmosphere suddenly fell, who is coming, Ding Buer is like a peak figure, standing a hundred zhang away, his eyes are dignified, strong, extraordinary strong, just the first meeting, Ding Buer has already sensed the terrifying pressure, knowing that this battle will be the most difficult battle he has encountered since he was born.

"A hundred years of dry guarding, who is worthy of an opponent with a halberd, ask about the sorrow, how sad is it a ghostly burden!"

In the smoke and dust, there was a crisp sound of iron chains, and a arrogant figure, like a god and demon, recited poems, and his feet turned into a hundred steps, stepping through the smoke and dust.

The figure is revealed, the red hair is 3,000 feet, it can't cover the sad eyes, the iron chain runs through the body, it can't lock the invincible heart, the fierce white bone war spear, there is no doubt that there are not many souls who have fallen on it, the will to fight and kill, shake the heart, what kind of legend does the man and the spear have.

"Woo woo woo~"

The nine-headed ghost owl who was injured in origin and desperate to die reappeared, and when he saw someone, it was like seeing a relative, and he wanted to stand up, but he couldn't struggle, so he could only make a whimpering sound, and the beast's eyes showed a look of grievance.

"Hehe, I told you to run around, now I know I'm afraid!"

Gently stroking the middle bird head of the nine-headed ghost owl, the mysterious powerhouse smiled gently, but after carefully examining the injuries of the nine-headed ghost owl, a strong anger burst out, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the terror in the calm state added to the fierceness of the storm.

"Ahh

"Mad Lord Fight Mowgli!"

Under the influence of the comer, the ghosts seemed to see the most terrifying thing in this life, and their originally misty consciousness was clear at first glance, and their eyes showed hatred and madness, and finally turned into thick fear, and roared and screamed.

"Oh, a group of pathetic losers, I can't imagine that you still remember me, and want revenge, hehe, then I will mercifully give you another chance!"

The sudden target shift, so that the guarded Ding Buer almost flashed his waist, the mad lord was unscrupulous, as if the words of great compassion, but it was cold to the bone, he was a strong man in the other world who had buried all the ghosts in the burial soul pass, and the terrifying existence that made the ghosts not rest in peace, and what kind of shocking ability did he have, Ding Buer, the night god, felt the same pressure.

"Big brother!"

Without the interception of the ghost soldiers, the night god quickly broke through to Ding Buer's side, preparing to join forces with Ding Buji to fight against this mysterious otherworldly powerhouse.

"Don't do it yet, let's stand back and let these ghost soldiers test it!"

Looking at the night god who was a little moved, Ding Buer said softly, although he knew that the strength of this mad lord must be extraordinary, but if you want to say that you are afraid, Ding Buer is not enough, at least until now, Ding Buer has not felt the early warning of death, which shows that this war is not invincible, just after the ghosts regain consciousness, a battle between the two sides is inevitable, Ding Buer also wants to take the opportunity to see how strong this mad lord is.

"Hmm!"

The night god is not a reckless person, after listening to Ding Buer's words, he immediately nodded, followed Ding Buji out of the battle circle, and left the battlefield to all the ghost soldiers and war Wuji.

"Interesting, is this to test my strength, but unfortunately, you are doomed to disappointment, a group of defeated remnants, it's not enough!"

Ding Buer's careful thinking, Zhan Wuji saw it at a glance, but even so, he didn't care in his heart, and after seeing that Ding Buer and the night god had no intention of escaping, he turned his attention to the ghost soldiers.

"Kill!"

"Revenge!"

"Hate!"

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Endless hatred and resentment that have not been forgotten for thousands of years, under the provocation of the madman, completely broke out, if they were alive, they might not dare to come forward to attack because of fear, but they are dead, fear can no longer suppress long-term resentment, it is a desire for revenge, and it is also a belated relief.

Powerful ghost frenzy, with the blessing of hatred, these ghost soldiers are even more powerful than before, one after another, killing Zhan Wuji, and some ghost soldiers, taking the opportunity to prepare to kill the injured nine-headed ghost owl, without it, just because to say who the ghost soldiers hate the most, the first is of course Zhan Wuji, and the second is to transform them into the nine-headed ghost owl controlled by the ghost soldiers.

"Let me give you a complete funeral today!"

"Killing Soul Burying!"

The soul is immortal, the hatred is not extinguished, the ghost wave is frenzied, the mad lord is fighting without taboo, the long hair of the madman is agitated, the melancholy in his eyes turns into a cold murderous machine, and his right hand suddenly pulls out the white bone war spear in front of him, and suddenly an invisible energy rises to the sky, sweeping the battlefield, and the first wave of ghost soldiers are all affected by the impact of the energy, and they are unbearable.

Killing and sending the funeral, burying the soul, extinguishing the will, I saw Zhan Wuji holding the white bone spear with both hands and inserting it into the ground again, the majestic energy poured into the ground, without waiting for the ghost soldiers to react, the earth was shrouded by a strange force, all the ghost soldiers were like stuck in the mire, unable to move, and in an instant, countless powerful bone spears shot out from the ground, penetrating countless ghost soldiers, completely sending the dead souls into destruction.

"It's so strong!"

The night god was amazed, but his heart was even more worried, and he saw the whole leopard at a glance, just this move, he easily destroyed the ghost soldiers who had made him feel deeply troubled before, which shows the shocking ability of the war.

"Hmph! It's not him who is strong, but the invisible body that happens to restrain the ghost soldiers with this move, but this person is indeed extraordinary, and I'm afraid it's a little difficult to fight later!"

Snorted coldly, even if he was as arrogant as Ding Fuji, he had to admit that with just this move, Zhan Wuji's strength was already worthy of his attention, and a strong fighting spirit rose unconsciously.

"It's been a long time since you feel it, it's really worth looking forward to!"

One type of killing move, under the continuous strangulation, there are countless ghost soldiers, and they must all be wiped out, until the last ghost soldier is disillusioned with unwilling resentment, the ghost fog in the Soul Burial Pass quickly dissolves and dissipates, and the long-lost warm light shines into this cold Jedi again, and the shackles that bind the strength of Ding Buji and the night god also disappear with the disappearance of the ghost fog.

"Mad Lord Fight Mowgli!"

The disappearance of the shackles represents the return of Ding Buji and the strength of the Night God to its heyday, but Ding Buji's eyes did not have the slightest joy, but were more dignified, because Ding Buji knew that the ghost fog did not disappear naturally, but Zhan Wuji did it deliberately, otherwise the resentment of thousands of years would not be so easily dissipated, which also shows that Zhan Wuji's invincible self-confidence disdains to use this kind of ghostly means, he is a real strong man, even if he is from another world.

The strong are opposed, and the battle will begin!

"Your name?"

"Ding Fuji!"

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