Temujin retracted his neck on the chariot and slapped his slap a few times, seemingly casually. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info immediately, all the subordinates on both sides burst into warm applause.

The horse-faced ghost king flawlessly ignored this psychological provocation, he was so anxious that he immediately realized that it was bad, this stupid mastiff not only did not die, but also gathered the blood of my ten halls and thousands of armies, led by his spiritual wisdom, and washed the soul and turned into demons. If he falls again, I, a soldier all over the ground, will suffer!

...... This roar was emitted by the horse's face and the skeleton war horse at the same time. The war horse roared, because it was trampled on, and the ghost king roared, because he leaped into the air with all his strength—

No one on the ground looked at each other, and all eyes followed the horse-faced ghost king to the sky.

The Blood Demon held the halberd vertically in both hands, the tip of the halberd pointing downward, and was falling freely from a height of thirty feet. The ghost king met him with his bare hands, his back like a bow, his fist like an arrow, and his feet like an arrow.

In the shadow of the narrow alley, Zhang Liao was completely dumbfounded. Fortunately, I didn't rush up to the troubled waters. Obviously not a level.

Pei Min's face was calm, his eyes were looking up at the sky, but his heart was up and down. Just now at the Peace Hotel, he asked Pusira to strangle the spirit of the white rise alone. It wasn't until the last moment that he took action to help the foreign girl collect the whip soul.

Now that he saw Huang Chao's methods, he realized how dangerous it was.

They are all at the level of the director of the Lingping Mansion, and according to the historical record, Bai Qi's strength may still be overpowering Huang Chao. Fortunately, when he met him, he had already become a naked and lonely soul, otherwise it would not be a difficult question to say who would have killed the deer.

Luck, pure fluke......

Only Pucila's eyes lit up as she saw the long-awaited climax of the fight.

In the dark gray sky, the Ghost King's giant fist stabbed upwards obliquely, smashing at the tip of the crescent halberd that was swooping with all its might, the blood demon was cunning and cruel, how could he miss the opportunity to shake the flesh fist with a strong soldier in vain?

The horse didn't snort, his mutilated left arm was wrapped upward, he caught the halberd shaft with his elbow socket, grabbed the tip of the halberd with his right hand, hooked his waist and abdomen violently, and turned his scissor leg upside down - strangled the blood demon's neck.

At this moment, the situation became that the four arms of the two were all fighting for the crescent halberd, and the lower limbs of the Ghost King trapped the Blood Demon's head.

The falling stopped abruptly, and the two rolled sideways, entangled in the air. Strictly speaking, it was a leap just now, but now it's flying.

The two huge bodies seemed to be completely untroubled by gravity, constantly changing their postures to deal with the opponent.

The "spectators" on the ground just woke up a little, and the "War Howl Waist Drum Team" in the army of the Ten Halls began to work again......

The Lingbei Mansion was a little too thin, chatting about hundreds of cheers drowned in the noisy drumbeat of the ghosts, only the screams of the second secretary of the Awakening God Division broke through the suppression, "Come on Lao Huang, I love you-turn around and put you in a new pose——"

Hmph, the colleagues of the Spirit Match Mansion had a black line on their faces, and even the arrogance of the ghost pawns of the Ten Halls dimmed a little.

Bitterness, only the ghost king knows it.

Bloodseeker couldn't lock it at all, as he could switch between liquid states at any time. The head and limbs are constantly retracting and poking out from different directions, forming a continuous anti-twist and anti-suppression with the ghost king, which looks similar to the contest between North American wrestling and South American Jiu-Jitsu.

The horse-faced ghost king lost the five fingers of his left hand, and he couldn't pinch out the fingers, and he didn't have time to recite other spells. The Blood Demon has an advantage in this layer, because he has an innate dissolution attribute, and every time he is entangled closely, he takes away a layer of ablative horse meat. The reason why he has been able to survive until now is because of the evil spirit in the ghost king's skin, so that the contaminated blood cannot spread wantonly.

And the most frustrating thing for him is the morale that is crumbling little by little. It's no wonder that he really underestimated the slaughter of this gang of people in the Lingbei Mansion, all of whom have demonic nature. Compared to a ghost king of the great demon level like him, the demon seems to be more difficult to deal with.

Although he brought a lot of people, the quality of the people was higher, and those who were present in the ten halls were the ones who could fight alone. And the Lingbei Mansion, but send out a director to find the level. As for the three halls and nine divisions, excluding Zhang Xianzhong and Bai Qi, there are at least ten great powers left—not including the Spirit King Temuzhen himself.

The unyielding ghost blood boiled in the horse's chest, almost burning.

Well, since you're here, you won't regret it!

He twisted his arms so that the iron rod of the crescent halberd lay across his eyes, between the two of them. The eyes of the two searchlight-like horses turned from red to orange, and suddenly they shot out two blazing rays of light, which splashed on the halberds.

The halberd melted rapidly with the movement of his gaze, and in an instant dissolved into a pool of boiling iron that stretched and contracted, exuding a bright red luster. The Ghost King summoned all the remaining strength to take the Blood Demon into his arms, and both of them clasped the hot liquid metal with their chests at the same time. The high temperature caused the water molecules to evaporate violently - the ghost king was better, he had flesh and bones. Bloodseeker works faster, he's all thin......

Whew-sss

The indescribable smell suddenly permeated the entire area, as far away as Pusira, who was already retching. She can't stand the dirt the most.

Unable to break free and unwilling to be evaporated, Huang Chao's spiritual wisdom took effect, and he rushed up to his opponent's neck, wrapping the entire horse's head, and pouring it into the ghost king's body at the same time in the form of liquid from the corners of his mouth, nostrils, ears and eyes.

More than half a ton of dirty blood, Rao is horse face is good at drinking on weekdays, and this will not be able to hold so much.

The Ghost King's abdomen quickly swelled, as big as a giant cauldron, and a horse's face was still covered with nearly half of the blood that had not yet been poured in.

Ma Mian smiled miserably in his heart, okay, since you don't die, let's go together-

He used his remaining right hand to reach through the burned skin of his chest, grabbed his own skin, and tore it open, and the wound went straight to the bottom of his abdomen. And the bald claw of the left hand hooked and wrapped, and all the molten iron turned into the crescent halberd was entangled, and it was blatantly sent into his abdominal cavity. At the same time, he suddenly formed a group and floated in the air like a giant baby, trying to annihilate the powerful enemy in his body.

These changes were very sudden, and the people below were all stunned. In the deep gray sky, a giant man with a horse face was covered in blood, his body floating, and every inch of skin on his body gradually cracked, as if a crystal orange flame was shining through it......

Whoop - a terrible howl gushes out again and again from the wound that has just poured in, the difference is that when it goes in it is liquid, when it comes out it is gas.

Every wisp of it was the evaporated remnant soul of the Blood Demon, and each one howled on its own, moving like a chorus.

There was a void in everyone's eyes, and it seemed that the body of the ghost king shrank slightly. It was short-lived, because what followed was a big explosion of rapid expansion!

The sound that reaches everyone's ears is far less powerful than the visual one. It's not that the sound is too small, it's that the eardrum is temporarily deaf before the nerves can respond.

Visually, it's really stunning.

Zhang Liao had a sense of déjà vu, yes, that day, in the world, above the True Martial Temple of Qiyun Mountain, Pu Sira shot the Heavenly Tribulation Divine Thunder, the head of Longhu Mountain, with a holy spear, causing a pocket-sized version of the hydrogen bomb explosion-like glorious scene.

The same shock wave, the same mushroom cloud, the same radiant ring.

It's just that the scale is not large, the explosion point is not high, and it only has a wind attack on others, and there is no devastating damage.

The center of the underworld, the ghost city of Xudu, is as bright as day at this moment, ushering in a small sun that has not been encountered in 10,000 years.

All the buildings and creatures on the ground have temporarily lost their color, leaving only vague silhouettes and snow-white filling.

It takes about ten seconds for the highlights to fade away. It took another ten seconds for everyone to get used to the gloom that didn't feel bleak.

The air was fluttering, snow was falling, goose feathers were snowing.

Thousands of pairs of dumb eyes were still looking up for the remains of the battle, or the wreckage of both sides.

Meixi took a step forward from the high steps, reached out of the eaves, and gently caught a snowflake - oh, it wasn't snow, it was white ashes, the remnants of the highly carbonized flesh.

Behind him, the side door of the Lingbei Mansion was opened, and a black-clothed staff member rushed out and knelt down on one knee in front of the wooden chariot, "Spirit King, Director Huang's soul lamp has been extinguished. ”

Temujin was also a little less free and easy at the moment, and his index finger hidden in the sleeve of his kudzu robe shook slightly. "Fallen, no soul left?"

The clerk lowered his head, "Yes." ”

"Phew—it's a bit big. Young, the kung fu of fire control is still lacking. If you have something to say, why should you detonate Nedan?" The volume of these words was not high, as if the Spirit King was saying it to himself, as if he was condemning the Ten Hall Ghost King, and it was also like reminding other subordinates of his admonition.

Temujin stood up, coughed slightly in the silence, and said word by word, "Today, the Ten Halls Horse Ghost King and the Director Huang of this Mansion have a passionate discussion, which is really a grand event in the underworld. It has been peaceful for a long time, and most people have forgotten the dangers hidden in the Three Realms.

Although two great powers fell at the same time, it was of great significance, sounding a long alarm bell for you - don't slack off, gentlemen, don't slack off. ”

With every word he spoke, the air tightened, and when he said, "Don't slack off," it was almost suffocating. Everyone felt muscle weakness, their eyes blackened, and there was a real alarm bell buzzing in their heads.

"That's it. Each of them buried the fallen stars and set up a well-dressed mound. Every year, we go to worship collectively to show that we will not forget the past.

As for Zhang Xianzhong's matter, although he is suspected of forming a party in private, betraying the government, and colluding with the Ten Palaces, he is an incumbent official of the government after all, and the cause of his death must be investigated.

Since he should arrest the murderer as soon as possible to establish the prestige of the government, he should also give an explanation to his colleagues in the Ten Palaces. Ladies and gentlemen, do you have any opinions?"

This question is not over yet, poof, puff...... More than half of the three thousand ghost pawns fell to the ground, suffocating, collectively suffocating. Most of the rest were high-ranking officers such as captains and soldiers, and they were all tearing the armor on their chests, with their eyes protruding and their tongues drooping.

"Very good, no comments. Then disperse. The Spirit King spread the sleeves of his robe and generously expressed his forgiveness. The two teams of sedan chairmen turned around and changed their shoulders on the spot, carrying the wooden chariot and slowly retreating into the mansion gate, hiding in the dark corridor.

The other black-clad staff did not leave, silently supervising the black-pressed ghost pawns at the bottom of the steps.

With Temu's words, he left himself. The air seemed to return in an instant, and the ghost pawns on the ground began to pour their breath, all gasping like cows. Many people cough violently and dry due to inconsistent air pressure inside and outside their lungs.

A partial general who took the lead in recovery pulled out the command flag and waved it at the "Battle Howl Waist Drum Team", and the slow drum beat of the troops sounded. The ghost pawns supported each other, coughing and gasping, and swarming back into the streets of all directions......