readx;“ Evil obstacles, Hugh is rampant. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "The Haoming Taoist was furious when he saw this, and blasted towards the ghost king in the air, but saw that the Daoist fist was like a rainbow, shining like a star, like a comet hitting the moon.

"It's good!" the ghost king praised loudly, raised the steel whip and slapped it forward, and a large black light came out through the whip, like an oxtail catching flies, slapping on the fist.

The whip fist was handed over, and after a soft sound, the whip shadow dissipated, and the fist was extinguished. The two of them were shocked, and they both secretly said that each other's cultivation was wonderful. The two of them were about to make another move at the moment, but they heard a loud shout from afar: "Whoever dares to kill my Tianyangmen people, come out quickly and lead the death." ”

Everyone looked at it, but the person who had just spread the word in the sky had already arrived, and they saw a pretending old man also leading five Taoists to break the waves. The old man had a childish face and crane hair, his eyebrows were white, and he was dressed in a Taoist uniform and fluttered without wind, and he was a good fairy wind bone.

Before approaching, everyone watched the fluctuations of the mana around him as deep as an abyss, and it was difficult to understand, and it would not be much worse than the ghost king. The disciples behind him were only a step behind the Mirakan people. This kind of strength makes everyone present feel good in their hearts.

"How can you be here!" The old Taoist came closer, and when he saw the people of Mi Luoguan here, he was very surprised in his heart, and he naturally recognized that Haoming, and asked directly.

A big faction like them, as well as their own identity in the sect, would not attach too much importance to the aura of this mere dragon vein. Moreover, the message he received from the disciples in the sect was quite brief, only knowing that the matter was urgent, and he did not know that there were also disciples in Miraguan who were suffering.

Although the Haoming Daoist had not received anything about the Tianyang Sect in the summons, someone had already informed him that it was not surprising to see him coming here, and only pointed to the Ghost King Dao: "Like the Dao brother, he came here for this." ”

Hearing this, the old man's hair stood upside down, and he shouted at the ghost king: "It's the one who harms the lives of my people! ”

After finishing speaking, more than a dozen people behind him obeyed the order, and they also sacrificed magic weapons together, like disciples of Mi Luoguan, and surrounded the ghost king.

At this moment, with the three people of the Ghost King Yuanqing as the center, the disciples of Mi Luoguan, the disciples of Tianyang Gate, and the Dragon Palace Navy surrounded them layer by layer. Although these people's cultivation power is not as good as that of the ghost king, they are better than those from famous sects, not to mention the excellent magic weapons and magic weapons they practice, how can they be compared to scattered cultivation!

And looking at the way they advance and retreat, there are quite rules, and there are even exquisite mysteries hidden in between, not only the method of cooperating with the attack, but this tacit understanding also makes people's hearts tremble, which is enough to make up for the gap in personal cultivation.

Therefore, in the eyes of others, under such a battle, even if the ghost king cultivates to a high level, it is impossible to escape. Even Yuan Qing was wrapped in the red mist demon cloud, and he was also a surprise that was more frightened than escaping death.

He originally looked miserable, but it didn't hurt the root, in fact, it was just a damage to the body, which was not as serious as the excessive mana consumption of the body of the earth immortal. At this time, under the treatment of Qingsong, although he has not yet recovered, he is basically fine.

But at the moment, this scene really made him frightened to death, although he knew that the ghost king must have a backhand, but seeing these dozens of true immortals, thousands of water armies joined forces to encircle and suppress, he was terrified in his heart, and he only prayed that the ghost king would not be conceited.

He looked at the ghost king, but saw that the old ghost's eyes were bright, his cheeks were slightly red, and he lacked a strange flush as if he was drunk. He looked at the dozens of true immortals and thousands of sailors in front of him as if he was nothing, and laughed to himself: "Very good, very good, since the dead are here, this seat will take the head of Er and others today to cushion the prestige of my Huaguo Mountain." ”

The Ghost King swung his whip, knocked a flying sword, knocked a small flag, and flew into the circle of more than a dozen true immortals, killing in the middle of it, disrupting their formation, so that they could not form a formation.

"Bastard, dare to talk nonsense when you are dying!" Haoming Daoist was furious when he heard this, and he was about to attack and kill the ghost king first. However, the old Taoist said to stop him, and only listened to him: "Daoist friends, don't be angry, you have insulted our identity by doing it with him, you might as well let the disciples of the new True Immortal use him to practice their hands and feet, so that they can increase their experience and accumulate external skills." ”

"That's very good, Brother Dao will sweep the battle with a certain one. The Taoist nodded, and then he didn't say much, just stared at the field, his eyes flashed with contempt, as if he was in control of the overall situation, and he was not afraid that the ghost king would be able to turn the tables at all.

Hearing this, the ghost king finally showed anger, "Raiding the array, let's help you raid the soul." After that, the old ghost re-sacrificed the small black bell to set the three of them, collected the whip and erected it, recited the incantation, pinched the law with his hands, and let more than a dozen magic weapons attack and kill.

The old ghost has not finished casting the spell, and the thousands of water troops of the dragon clan have also completed the formation, and under the leadership of the prince of the dragon clan, they all gathered their mana and operated the formation to kill. Although the individual cultivation of these long-trained water tribe soldiers is far from that of the ghost king, the deployment of the method of battle formation coordination is by no means as simple as one plus one.

At this moment, in this water space, I saw thousands of water armies arranging gongs and drums. Or cast spells from a distance in a phalanx, or surround and kill with a long snake in front of him, and in an instant, countless mana and energy are combined, not only forming a confined field, but also a powerful killing technique.

In front of the ghost king, more than a dozen true immortals let go of their means, and for a while they saw all kinds of flying swords, flags, mirrors, seals, bells and drums, spiritual jade and even domino bone swords and other things coming and going, hitting the ghost king's bell in a jingling sound, constantly splashing sparks.

The ghost king was finally a little big, and his spell was not finished, and the aftermath of various attacks hit him through the bell, which couldn't help but suffocate his chest, his throat was sweet, and he couldn't help but blurt out a mouthful of blood.

His eyes widened angrily, and he swallowed back the blood in his chest with discomfort, and then he still stood still, his hands still pinched and printed, but the corners of his mouth showed an inexplicable cruel smile, and he glanced at the people around him with cold eyes.

After scanning everyone, the ghost king's face suddenly turned pale, and he opened his mouth and blew a sharp breath on the red mist demon cloud that was enveloping Yuan Qing and the others. There was an immediate twist and tumbling above the red mist, and then in the blink of an eye, several humanoid primordial gods appeared. Looking at its image closely, it is exactly a few old ways that were killed by the ghost king earlier.

As soon as several remnants of the primordial gods appeared, the ghost king blew on them again, and saw several remnant gods from under the shield of Zhong Bo, blocking the three of the ghost king Yuanqing, blocking the attack for a few people.

These few primordial gods were already rubbed to the point of ruin by the ghost king, and now there is a wave of impact here, and all of them immediately quickly thin and dissolve, and the other remnant gods are wailing one by one, and everyone is screaming. It only reddens the faces of the people who are attacking around him, and breathes fire in his eyes.

"Stop!" Seeing this, the Haoming Daoist and the Tianyang Sect veteran hurriedly ordered to stop. When the two of them came, they had been told that the soul fire lamp that several people had placed in the door earlier had long been extinguished, and the two of them only said that they had been robbed and fell, but they didn't expect to be deceived by the ghost king. Now that it appears like this, it makes the two of them throw a rat bogey.

The old Taoist was furious, and scolded the ghost king, "You are also a generation of true immortals, the tyrant of one party, don't you feel ashamed to do such an act now!"

The ghost king laughed and said gloomily: "I am an evil demon, and I only act according to my own heart, so there is no difference between shame and inferiority. ”

Hearing this, Yuan Qing secretly said that this old ghost is really unpredictable, no wonder he told him not to be anxious when he saw him coveting a few people's Yuan Shen, he didn't want to think that he really had some means, but he had to be more guarded.

Not to mention that Yuan Qing sighed, but said that the two people had breathed fire in their eyes, devouring and biting people and devouring them, and when they were about to make a move, they only heard the ghost king shouting, but it was that the ghost king had finished casting the spell.

The old ghost drank it out, but saw that countless complicated symbols appeared out of thin air in this void, like a golden snake dancing wildly, like a loach clumping, all the ways were dissatisfied with the real space, and an inexplicable field was formed in an instant, so that everyone was disordered for a while, and they were about to break out of the body.

The symbol shows that the ghost king is not finished, he raises his hand to his chest and slaps it three times, and each time he shoots, three phantoms fall into his body from the void, and after the three shots, a total of nine phantoms are included in his body. Then, with a wow, he spit out a mass of red and black thick paste that seemed to be blood but not blood, and phlegm but not phlegm.

Although the ghost king spit out this thing looked disgusting, there was a fragrance wafting out, and everyone was even more restless when they heard it.

The ghost king seemed to know this, his face turned red, his eyes showed madness, and he pinched the seal method on this thick thing, and almost instantly saw that this thick thing was distorted and differentiated, and finally it was combined with the red mist demon cloud.

Seeing this, the ghost king gave an urgent order, and the red mist demon cloud that participated in the thick paste immediately shot out red silk towards the endless symbols in the void.

In an instant, the symbols in the void flowed, and the void distorted, all of them seemed to merge into the red silk as if they were transformed into reality, and then countless red silk flashed and rushed straight towards everyone.