The red-haired ghost king turned into tens of thousands of imps of different shapes, and with the help of the cover of the hell ghost clan, he fled to the crack near the ghost gate.

This kind of doppelganger method,It was obtained by the red-haired ghost king in an ancient ruins in hell.,Although it's only a fragment.,But it's weird.,Tens of thousands of doppelgangers can be condensed.,And each of these doppelgangers is different.,Can move freely.,Even if you open the eyes of the sky.,Can't see which one is true.,Which one is false.,This is exactly the most proud spell of the red-haired ghost king.,He once used this spell.,Escaped several nirvana crises.,He is confident that he can escape smoothly this time.。

Although the four-clawed bone dragon boiled Lingyun has the cultivation of the early stage of the Yuan Infant, it can perform short-distance teleportation, but it is impossible to select the true body of the red-haired ghost king from tens of thousands of little ghosts, the most amazing thing is that the tens of thousands of clones of the red-haired ghost king can quickly convert between virtual and real, as long as one of the clones escapes into the ghost gate, the real body of the red-haired ghost king can escape in.

"Frozen for thousands of miles!" "Boiling Lingyun opened the dragon's mouth, aimed at the crack at the ghost gate, and gushed out a cold air, this cold air contains the ultimate cold, as soon as it appeared, the temperature in the vicinity dropped rapidly, and even dense ice crystals appeared in the air out of thin air, flashing and flashing, there is a kind of bewitching beauty, that is, the water vapor in the air, which was frozen.

"Click! Click!" The crack outside the ghost gate was instantly covered with crystal clear ice, these ice layers were more than three feet thick, and there was a faint blue cold light flashing inside, which was extremely strong, even the red-haired ghost king in the late stage of Jindan, for a moment and a half, he didn't want to break the ice.

It is true that Lingyun can't tell which is the true body of the red-haired ghost king, and it is difficult to kill all the tens of thousands of doppelgangers in a short period of time, but Lingyun freezes the crack that retreats into hell, closes the door and beats the dog, so naturally he is not afraid of the red-haired ghost king escaping.

The periphery is surrounded by human monks, and the cracks near the Ghost Gate Pass are frozen by the bone dragon of the Yuan Infant Stage, and the red-haired ghost king is also a little dumbfounded, although he can have tens of thousands of clones, but only one real body has the combat power of the late stage of Jindan, and the other clones are only the cultivation of the first layer of Qi training, which belongs to the silver-like wax spear head that will shatter when touched.

"The dragon fights in the wild!" "Lingyun rushed into the hell ghost clan, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and when the dragon claws waved, pieces of the ghost clan were beaten into ashes.

Seeing that the four-clawed bone dragon helped humans eliminate the ghost clan, Shi Wukong, Baimei Daochang and others had divine help, and they all burst out with powerful combat power, pressing the ghost king of the Jindan period and beating him violently.

Chen Jianghong wielded the Xuan-level high-grade magic weapon Dragon Yin Sword, and there was a dragon scale shield around his body, fighting the one-horned ghost king opposite, a cup of tea, the one-horned ghost king was cut off half of the one-horned by the sharp dragon sword, and became the half-horned ghost king, and after another ten minutes, the one-horned ghost king was cut off half of his leg again.

The half-horned ghost king really doesn't understand the human kid in front of him, at the beginning, he only had the cultivation of the middle stage of the foundation building, how did he suddenly become a monk in the late stage of Jindan, and the combat effectiveness is still strong and scary, from the very beginning, he has been pressing him to fight, originally thought that this kid could not maintain the combat effectiveness of the late Jindan for a long time, but I didn't expect that such a long time had passed, and the half-horned ghost king felt that the spiritual power was a little unable to keep up, but this human kid was fighting more and more fiercely, and it seemed that there was no problem in fighting for three days and three nights, oh my God, what kind of freak is this.

Doesn't the intelligence say that the earth is the era of the end of the law? The aura is thin, and the magic weapon is in short supply? Why does this bastard boy have two Xuan-level high-grade magic weapons, one attacking and one defending, and the cooperation is seamless, can it be said that the earth's Xuan-level high-grade magic weapons have been flooded? But those bull-nosed old Taoists and bald old bald donkeys only use Xuan-level low-grade magic weapons, I really don't understand.

"Boom, Boom, Boom!" Chen Jianghong shouted, detonating the three super powerful attacks stored in the Dragon Yin Sword, and three dazzling purple fireballs flew out from the dragon mouth of the Dragon Yin Sword, rushing towards the Half-Horned Ghost King like lightning.

The three purple fireballs were amazingly powerful, and the blazing heat seemed to burn through the void, distorting the air, and the three fireballs surrounded the one-horned ghost king in a zigzag shape.

The one-horned ghost king held a bronze sledgehammer, and at this moment he also knew that life and death were coming, and burst out with the strongest combat power, his intact right leg touched the ground, and he held the bronze sledgehammer with both hands, and spun it violently, and in an instant, it turned into a huge ring of bronze sledgehammer outside, which prevented the water from the protection of the body.

"Wind Blade Tornado!" Chen Jianghong shouted again, pinched the trick with his left hand, and waved continuously, fifteen huge wind blades like a crescent moon instantly appeared in the void, these wind blades followed Chen Jianghong's guidance, quickly rotated around the center, and made a "Woo! Woo!" wind roar, and at the same time, a terrible suction came, and under this suction, the surrounding little ghosts involuntarily entered the wind blade tornado, and were cut into pieces in an instant.

"Urgent!" Chen Jianghong pointed forward, and three purple fireballs and a wind blade tornado slammed into the spinning half-horned ghost king at the same time.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Three earth-shattering explosions shook the earth several times.

The explosion of the three purple fireballs turned into purple sparks in the sky, although the half-horned ghost king barely blocked the explosion of the three fireballs, but another arm was blown to pieces, and the half-horned ghost king at this moment, the seven orifices were bleeding, the curved single horn was also broken, one hand and one foot were broken, and the body was even more black by the flames, looking very embarrassed.

But before he could check the injury, the Wind Blade Tornado surrounded him, and the Half-Horned Ghost King gritted his teeth and continued to rotate with one hand wielding a bronze sledgehammer, protecting his body.

In this way, the wind blade tornado rotates clockwise on the periphery, the half-horned ghost king rotates counterclockwise inside, and in the middle is the purple sparks in the sky, the wind helps the fire, the fire helps the wind, and in an instant, the beacon fire is in the sky, and the more it burns, the more it burns.

The area surrounded by the wind blade tornado was like a huge alchemy furnace, and the half-horned ghost king was like a medicinal herb in the pill furnace.

"Ding, ding, dang!" Fifteen huge wind blades and bronze sledgehammers collided continuously, and in just a few breaths, they collided hundreds of times, and the one-horned ghost king was seriously injured, and he couldn't hold on anymore at this moment.

"Whew!" a blade of wind slashed, slashing off the remaining arm of the One-Horned Ghost King again.

"Whew, whew!" "The fifteen wind blades were like meat grinders, spinning rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the one-horned ghost king turned into hundreds of pieces of meat of the same size.

The purple flame frantically calcined these pieces of meat, quenching off the impurities in them, leaving behind the life essence of the ghost king in the late stage of the golden pill, after half a tea time, when the wind blade tornado dissipated, there was only a purple-red pill in the air that was restrained and restrained, which was the ghost pill refined from the body and soul of the one-horned ghost king.

"This kid is too fierce. Seeing this scene, the white-eyed Taoist took advantage of the gap between battles and said to Shi Wukong in the distance.

"Amitabha, Chen Shizhu's combat power is shocking, this is a fortunate thing in the Shenzhou Immortal Cultivation Realm, maybe the Divine Immortal Cultivation Realm is about to rise again. While speaking, Shi Wukong put the golden light Zen staff in his hand on the ground, and his right hand was constantly changing, forming a very magical handprint, and waved it violently, at this moment, the Buddha phantom behind Shi Wukong also raised his right hand, and used the same handprint to slap the ghost king of the Jindan period in front of him.

The Buddha's right hand became bigger and bigger, and in an instant, it became a huge palm that covered the sky and the sun, and the palm prints in the palm of the hand were like deep grooves crisscrossing each other, and there was a huge swastika in the palm of the hand flickering.

"Boom!" The earth shook the mountains, and although the Buddha behind Shi Wukong was just a phantom, it was also shockingly powerful, and he slapped the ghost king in front of him into a meatloaf with one palm.

Shi Wukong exerted the magic power of Buddhism, sealed the heavenly palm, the sun monkey who made a big fuss in the heavenly palace back then, were sealed by the Buddha for five hundred years, it can be seen how powerful this palm is, Shi Wukong after many years of meditation, painstaking meditation, only in his heart to depict the Buddha's phantom, and hard practice for 30 years, only to initially cultivate the heavenly palm, but this heavenly palm is too spiritual, with the later cultivation of the Wukong Jindan, only one palm.

"Okay, it's all so fierce, look at the old way. Xiaoyaozi, the supreme elder of the Shushan Sword Sect, shouted, and the cyan sword in his hand was thrown into the sky, one into two, two into four, four into eight, more and more, in the blink of an eye, the sky was densely packed with cyan swords.

Xiaoyaozi's right hand turned into a sword point, pointed forward, and shouted in his mouth: "Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

"Whoosh!whoosh!whoosh!" Countless swords, even in a straight line, rushed towards the stunned Jindan Stage Ghost King in front of him.