The hungry ghost ended his painful life by committing suicide, but with the death of the hungry ghost, an even greater crisis appeared in front of the great priest.

If the belly of the October pregnancy is torn open, you can clearly see that it is not a internal organ, but a black hole, revealing deep darkness.

When Da Si Ming saw it, he suddenly felt bad, and with a shout of "dodge", he saw that the darkness was spewing out countless young hungry ghosts like an explosion.

The image of these young hungry ghosts is similar to that of hungry spirits, except that they are the size of babies, with large heads, sharp teeth, bony limbs, sharp nails, and a high bulging abdomen.

Although he had just been born, he acted like the wind, and pounced on the living. Hundreds of devils poured in like a tide, and in an instant, painful screams came from the military array.

As long as there is a trace of bare skin, those devils will take the opportunity to pounce, and in a few breaths, they can suck most of the blood on their bodies.

The Great Priest's face twisted, and more than a dozen fireflies flew out of the fiery red robe, instantly incinerating more than a dozen sons of hungry ghosts into ashes. Fortunately, the Tang army was also elite enough, although it was just caught off guard, but after adapting, they killed the devils one by one.

"Li Qian, you are really ruthless! Seeing the army being killed, you refuse to take back your blood?"

In the clash of blood and yin qi, the ghost let out a roar of rage. Then a banner was sacrificed behind him, and as soon as it was unfurled in the wind, hundreds of skulls flew out of it.

Li Jian snorted coldly, and a starlight fell again from the Wuqu Kaiyang Star above his head, and the blood and qi condensed, and he turned into the image of a general. And a halberd flew out of his hand, fell into the general's hand, and stabbed at the ghost.

Jiang Liu looked at all this coldly, knowing that it was time for him to make a move, and suddenly five sword lights rose into the sky.

"Singing cicadas!"

Jiang Liu's mouth thought lightly, and a sword light slashed down towards a hungry ghost spirit, and the sword light flashed, and the sound was like a cicada.

"Poof!"

A stream of black blood spurted out, and a hungry ghost spirit immediately let out a terrible scream, revealing a terrifying wound on its neck. And the blood that spurted out was like thick ink, black and rancid. Traumatized, the hungry ghost danced wildly with his hands, whether it was dirt, weapons, flesh or blood, he would stuff anything into his mouth and chew it in large gulps.

"It's so strong, it's not much worse than the Golden Armor Corpse King!...... The flying sword is contaminated by the evil spirit!"

Jiang Liu hooked his fingers and summoned the "Ming Cicada Sword" back, and then read in his mouth: "Green Ox!"

The blue light swept away, turning around the neck of the hungry ghost, and then he saw a hideous head rising into the sky, and his body fell to the ground with a bang.

Xie Chou stared at a pair of bull's eyes in shock, and the egret looked at him even more curiously, and there were 100,000 whys in his heart. It's been a while since they've known each other, but this kind of sword magic power, they've never seen Jiang Liu use it. It's not just that he hasn't used it, but I've never seen him cultivate.

"Is it him?" Li Jian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, although he would definitely be able to destroy these monsters with a large army, but it must have been damaged, and now that someone could cut the enemy between the two swords, he was naturally secretly happy.

The red-clothed chief stared at the remaining sword light with a pair of wonderful eyes, and then summoned a fire to incinerate the corpse, so as not to release the devil again to hurt the enemy.

The two sword lights fell, and Jiang Liu caught it with his hand, but he frowned. I saw a little black blood stained on the blade of the sword, which was the blood of the hungry ghost.

"Hungry ghosts, even blood is so filthy!"

With a wipe of his hand, Jiang Liu's brows twisted, and the black blood stains were still there, dripping into the sword body, and he needed to re-refine before he could make the imperial envoy.

"That's it!"

The sword light hanging in the air returned to the sheath with a "boom", but a bronze Ge appeared in Jiang Liu's hand.

One of the stalks of the Holy Emperor Bedge stolen by Fahrenheit is the level of the inferior grade of the spiritual weapon. This Ge has been enshrined in the holy mausoleum for thousands of years, and all evils are not invaded, and the evil in the world is difficult to pollute.

One of them was in the hands of Wu Hua, and Wu Hua was beheaded, so it was naturally left behind. This handle was originally used by Rong Dun, and after cutting Rong Dun, it fell into the hands of Jiang Liu.

This Ge's attack power is not as good as that of a flying sword, but fortunately, it can block the erosion of dirty blood. So they fought each other, and Jiang Liu, a great supernatural person, joined, although he paid a lot of money, but he still killed these seven hungry ghosts without danger.

"Dao friendly supernatural powers, this hand of the sword supernatural powers, compared to the two-sleeved green snake Li Chungang is three points more exquisite!"

Da Si Ming's face was full of exhaustion, she contributed the most to killing the hungry ghost spirit, and her vitality was too much consumed, but a pair of Danfeng eyes were staring at Jiang Liu, with a hint of curiosity in appreciation.

Such a young Qi Refiner could never be unknown. Either he is an inner disciple of the Immortal Mountain Sect, or he is an immortal disciple. She didn't look closely at those flying swords during the battle, but she could also deduce one or two, which could resist the pollution of hungry ghosts and spirits, and they were absolutely at the level of spiritual weapons.

A spiritual weapon is nothing, but it is not easy to take out five spiritual weapon-level flying swords in one go.

In fact, what she didn't know was that there was also an "invisible sword" with a high-grade spiritual weapon hanging above her head.

Jiang Liu pointed to the top of his head and said, "How long are they going to fight?"

"That ghost has a lot of magic weapons on his body, and his strength has reached the eighth level of refining and refining qi, although Li Jian is invincible with a large army, it is not easy to take him down...... Ahem......"

Da Si Ming coughed violently, and although she hid it well, Jiang Liu still saw a trace of blood on her blood-colored palm.

"You're hurt?"

"It's sick!"

Jiang Liu looked at the sky and said, "That ghost wants to escape!"

I saw that there was a big explosion in the sky, and the black gas suddenly scattered in all directions, and the ghost power also turned into black light and wanted to escape with this explosion.

The river rose up, and then there was a green and brilliant bronze mirror in the hand, the flowers and rain in the mirror were colorful, the golden glow was pieced, the wind and clouds, the water and the fire, changed at any time, and the changes were endless.

"Look at my Haotian Mirror!"

Jiang Liu shouted violently, reciting the spiritual text, and saw a strong white light burst out from the mirror, like a searchlight directly hitting the ghost.

"Ahh

There were bursts of terrible screams from the black mist where the yin qi was condensed, and then I saw the black mist gradually shrink, or dissolve.

"I've fixed him, hurry up and capture him!"

Seeing this, Li Jian wrapped his blood and qi away, wrapping the ghost power like a silkworm cocoon.

And in just seven breaths of using the "Haotian Mirror", Jiang Liu felt that the seventh level of his "refining and refining qi" was about to be exhausted.