Seeing Lan Yushu leave for a thousand years, the ghost king looked at Fu Jingru who fell to the ground, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Since this person was brought by you, this king will count this account on your head." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Let the old ghost die". Seeing the killing intent in the eyes of the thousand-year-old ghost king, Fu Jingru pointed at the ground with his sword and forced himself to stand up.

Looking at Fu Jingru, who was struggling to get up, the thousand-year-old ghost king showed a hint of mockery, and his eyes looked around at hundreds of powerful ghosts: "Give this woman to you to share the food."

"Thank you, King Houen". Hundreds of powerful ghosts turned into bloody mouths again and pounced in the direction of Fu Jingru.

Seeing the bloody mouths of hundreds of powerful ghosts, Fu Jingru closed her eyes in despair and waited for death to come.

Dozens of ghosts in Guyun Yin City were about to go to the rescue subconsciously, but they saw a figure rushing up, and then stopped.

"Bold and powerful, dare to devour the living, how can my generation of scholars spare you." As soon as the words fell, a light rose and turned into a book. The book flipped quickly, and the aura of Haoran soared into the sky and then sprinkled down.

Hundreds of bloody mouths immediately turned into their original faces, and quickly retreated.

He rushed over with an arrow, holding the book in his hand, and the book turned into a sword.

This sword is a sword of Haoran, although it is ineffective against people, but it has the ability to ward off evil spirits and punish ghosts. It was because he walked all over the four mansions of the Lieyang Sect and watched tens of thousands of classics to come to enlightenment. At the same time, this is also the confidence that he dares to take Yang Su to explore the graves at night.

"Y-Why are you here?". Fu Jingru looked at the rushing lines and Yang Su who came slowly, and her tone was full of disbelief.

Yang Su pursed his lips and sighed deliberately: "This question should be asked by us."

Hundreds of demons saw that the three of them immediately formed a military formation and slowly approached them.

"This place is not a place to reminisce about the past, Yang Su, you go and solve them immediately." Xuan Wen looked at the hundreds of ghosts that were gradually approaching, and stared vigilantly at the thousand-year-old ghost king in front of him.

Yang Su was startled, and subconsciously stroked: "This, this is hundreds of ghosts."

"Hundreds of powerful ghosts and thousand-year-old ghosts, you choose one yourself." Xuwen asked Yang Su in a hurried tone.

Thinking of the power of the thousand-year-old ghost, Yang Su hurriedly shook his head, thinking that his few taels of meat were completely insufficient: "I still choose these powerful ghosts."

After saying that, his hands were clenched into fists, and the green tendons on his fists burst out, and the thick blood and courage were diffused. Although I haven't had any big adventures over the years, I have fought with ghosts in the wilderness a lot. It's just that the ghost in front of me is a little too much.

"Brother Wen, you hurry up and deal with that old ghost, otherwise after a long time, I dare not guarantee that I can still protect your daughter-in-law." Yang Su roared at the sting, and pounced on him with a majestic spirit.

Hearing the word daughter-in-law, Fu Jingru's originally pale face flushed a little red.

"Young poor mouth, in such a mouthful, beware that I tear you". Listening to this sudden words, the wrinkles replied angrily.

However, just as he was about to say the second sentence, he felt a gaze, and his hand couldn't help but clench the sword a little.

There was also a matter of genius almost in the blink of an eye, so the thousand-year-old ghost king reacted. looked at the wrinkles, and suddenly felt a little familiar, and then a cloud of anger rose in his heart: "It turned out to be you."

"Since you are here today, leave your life over there." The thousand-year-old ghost pointed the big knife in his hand at the Xuan Pattern, and the ghostly aura rose in the sky and pounced like a rope.

The sword in his hand was erected in front of him, and the aura of Haoran erupted from the sword body, emitting a dazzling light. The ghostly aura rushed in, and then dissolved into the invisible.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, but the aura in your heart is getting sharper and sharper. It's a pity that in the face of this king, no matter how much you struggle, it is nothing more than a futile effort." The endless mass graves seem to be responding to the words of the thousand-year-old ghost king. Ghost energy poured out of the tomb and then converged in the sky. Like the endless waves in the sea, they rushed forward and successively rushed towards the mighty sword.

The light is getting bolder and smaller. The ghost is getting worse and worse, as if it is about to become substance.

Hundreds of powerful ghosts met such a strong ghost aura, like a fish meeting the sea, and the strength of the whole body suddenly skyrocketed.

Yang Su struggled more and more, and immediately took out a little gap to look at the vein, and then shouted: "Brother Wen, this old ghost's strength has skyrocketed, and I'm afraid the result will not be good if I continue to fight."

Hearing these words, he made up his mind and immediately put his hands on himself. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the blood met the light. Like a fire meeting oil, the light instantly soars.

When the dozens of Guyun ghosts who were standing behind and disappeared saw this move, a familiar feeling suddenly rose. They seemed to have seen it vaguely, but they couldn't remember anything. At the same time, he secretly made a decision that after this matter was resolved, he must be interrogated.

Looking at the surging majestic qi, the thousand-year-old ghost king put away his contempt. Immediately picked up the big knife in his hand and pounced on the vein.

The veins were trying their best to block the invasion of the ghost qi, and at this time, they saw the thousand-year-old ghost king swinging a knife. Almost subconsciously, he grasped the hilt of the sword and swung his sword to block.

The sound of swords intersecting sounded, and the source of Haoran's qi was instantly devoured by the ghost qi.

The three of them only felt that it was dark in front of them, they lost their direction, and they couldn't see the scene in front of them.

"Brother Wen". It was pitch black in front of him, and Yang Su jumped to his feet in a hurry.

His arm hurt, but he saw a wound emerge, and blood gushed out frantically.

A strange scene emerged, and the blood suddenly disappeared as it fell to the ground. Obviously, the blood was devoured by the ghosts, which is why such a scene occurred.

Seeing this scene, Yang Su was furious, and raised his fist to fight indiscriminately all by instinct.

The ghost didn't hit a single one, but the wounds on his body became a few more.

The scene of the Xuan Pattern was not much better, and immediately a dodge, and the sword of Haoran shone brightly. The eyes are also bright, but then the ghosts are rising.

Hundreds of powerful ghosts were full of blood from the two of them, and their eyes were red, and a trace of red light surrounded them. Looking at its momentum, each one is no less than the thousand-year-old ghost king just now.

Turning his gaze to the thousand-year-old ghost king, he suddenly felt an unbeatable feeling.

Yang Su had already glanced at Fu Jingru on the side due to excessive blood loss, and he had already collapsed to the ground and was unconscious. It's just that the two of them are still breathing, and the wound has long been stopped, so they are a little relieved.

"Sure enough, it is the best blood food, and this king is very satisfied. So this king gave thee, devoured by a hundred demons." The thousand-year-old ghost king pointed at the veins and laughed wildly. The little doll actually dared to fight with this king, it was really self-sufficient.

When hundreds of ghosts heard the word devouring, they were immediately overjoyed, and shouted in unison: "King Xie."

As soon as the words fell, each picked up the blade in his hand. With neat steps, gradually approaching the lines.