The Wraithing King raised his head to the sky and roared, and at the same time, his huge arm was like a black pillar, slamming into the head of the ghost general.

Rumble!

Laugh at!

The head of the ghost general was smashed to pieces, turning into pieces of remnants of the power of ghosts, and blending into the nature of heaven and earth.

Such a scene came into the eyes of Long Lin Zhenren, and his heart sank completely.

Even the ghost general has no power to fight back, who can still deal with the Resentful Spirit King?

As long as the Wraith King frees his hand and blows, I'm afraid he can destroy everyone.

"My life is on hold!" Long Lin Zhenren was very unwilling and cried out.

He regretted it now, why did he have to come to rob other people's spells? and he had to wait for the rabbit in the Burial Soul Slope......

"Maybe I deserve it, it's me who is disrespectful to the dead. Knowing that there are millions of innocent mortals buried in the Soul Burial Slope, I have to fight here, angering the undead, and I deserve to die. Long Lin Zhenren was disheartened.

When he was still sighing, the ghost general in the Burial Soul Slope was stopped and torn off by the Resentful Spirit King

The ghost general is not a living thing, and even if his head is smashed, he can still exist and continue to fight.

However, it is no longer in the condition to be repaired, so it is constantly traumatized and torn......

As a result, the ghost will continue to become mutilated, weak, and vulnerable.

In the end, the ghost general, who was originally as huge as a mountain, was torn into several pieces by the Resentful Spirit King, and he was still high in the air.

"Whew!"

The Wraithing King roared angrily, and with endless black qi on his arms, he landed fiercely on the ghost general's stump and severed arm.

Under this kind of attack that was enough to destroy the world and destroy the world, the ghost general, who had already been divided into several sections, completely turned into a large piece of powder, scattered in the air, and gradually returned to nothingness.

The ghost will disappear completely, and the real person of Longlin will not have any overreaction.

He had already expected this result and was ready to die.

"Roar, roar, ......"

After the Wraithing King eliminated the ghost general, he froze in place for a short while, making a strange noise.

These voices are not just one, but more like the cry of countless human beings, like a cry of despair, like an angry accusation......

The voice echoed endlessly between heaven and earth, hitting Ye Donglai's heart.

For some reason, he seemed to see the Burial Soul Slope more than a hundred years ago.

A man known as Luo Banxian caused a bloody storm and buried the lives of millions of people in the city with his own hands.

The bones of millions of inhabitants formed this burial slope.

When they were slaughtered, the people of the city wept incessantly, and they wept until the heavens moved.

Hopeless, unwilling, confused...... All kinds of emotions are shrouded in the once prosperous city.

Even so, that Luo Banxian had no mercy, and his practice of controlling the sky caused the sky to be dark, the sky to collapse, the entire city collapsed, and countless mortals died tragically.

Eventually, in this bleak atmosphere, the city turned into a mountain of corpses.

Countless souls wandered in their homeland, unwilling to leave for a long time......

For a long time, these homeless souls with strong resentments have slept forever in the burial slope. The obsession and hatred have not disappeared, and these souls have not even gone to the underworld to be reincarnated.

"This resentful spirit king was transformed by those mortals back then, right?" Ye Donglai was stunned.

The wails that echoed in the air caused his own emotions to be a little bleak, even hateful.

Luo Banxian, even if he had a thousand reasons, why would he slaughter millions of innocent mortals?

Millions of mortals, because of their obsession in the Soul Burial Slope, how many innocent people continue to be victimized by ghosts?

Ye Donglai looked at the huge resentful spirit king from afar, with mixed feelings.

"Howl!"

The Wraith King let out a series of ugly cries again, and then a pair of empty eyes landed on several living people in the distance.

"I'm going to die. Long Lin Zhenren was a little helpless, "I didn't expect that I would spend my life at ease, travel all over the world, but finally die here, and I didn't die in the hands of the same kind." ”

"Master, master, I don't want to die......" Chen Bugui tears and snot.

Who can not be afraid of such a terrible thing as the Wraith King?

The Resentful Spirit King is much more terrifying than any immortal cultivator.

"Don't scream, you'll die. Now, you just pray that you can save your soul and be reincarnated in a good life in the next life. Long Lin Zhenren was a little irritable and reprimanded.

Anyway, everyone is going to die, and Longlin Zhenren doesn't bother to think about how to fight back and how to escape.

Bang!

The Wraith King turned to a few humans and strode out.

Previously, Ye Donglai and the others had actually fled far away, but this distance, under the stride of the huge body of the Resentful Spirit King, came over in just a few blinks of an eye.

Soon, the Wraithing King was only a few dozen feet away.

The eerie aura on the resentful spirit king's body made several people feel like they were in the abyss and couldn't break free.

In the two empty eyes, a large amount of ghost fire flickered, just staring at a few humans in the air.

"......"

The Resentful Spirit King raised his arm slightly, and his huge palm was aimed at Ye Donglai, Long Lin Zhenren, and Chen Bugui.

This slap was enough to easily crush three humans into flesh.

Long Lin Zhenren had already closed his eyes and waited for death.

And at this moment, the Resentful Spirit King's movements stopped slightly, just staring at Ye Donglai.

How could Ye Donglai wait for death?

He had already done his best to burn his blood, and he and Xiao Jiu tried their best to see if they could escape. Even if there is a glimmer of life, it is better than being pinched by the Wraithing King and leaving no bones left.

And just as he was about to burn his blood, he and the Wraithful King looked at each other.

Maybe it was the Resentful Spirit King who sensed that Ye Donglai was about to make some terrible move, maybe it was a coincidence, in short, the Resentful Spirit King was stunned for a moment.

The ghost fire in his eyes seemed to reveal some kind of inexplicable emotion.

The Resentful Spirit King had no eyes, but for some reason, Ye Donglai seemed to see a little doubt or, inquiry, expectation, and pleading from the empty eyes of the Resentful Spirit King.

Ye Donglai gave up burning blood, and just looked at the ghost fire in the other party's eyes.

"I'll kill Luo Banxian for you and send him to the Infernal Hell. ”

In Ye Donglai's mind, scenes of slaughtering the city flashed again, and then he involuntarily spoke, and his tone was very serious.

This short sentence caused the ghost fire in the eyes of the Resentful Spirit King to tremble.

The arm, which was still halfway, fell tremblingly.

Syllable!

The Wraith King slapped his palm on the ground, causing countless cracks to appear, and the mountain peaks collapsed, like an earthquake coming.

"You—you kill him for me, kill him?"

Immediately afterward, the Wraithing King actually spoke, and his voice was filled with endless sorrow and sadness.

This voice was obviously made by the Wraith King, but it seemed to be a collection of countless ghost cries.

The Resentful Spirit King opened his mouth to speak, and Long Lin Zhenren suddenly opened his old eyes, incredulous: "I, I'm not dead......?" What is he doing?"

(End of chapter)