The ghost soul made a move without warning, but Zhang Hao was a little caught off guard, but he saw the old man's palm sticking out, and in his palm, a vast soul energy emerged, smashing down from a high place.

The ghost cultivator who was sitting on the altar snorted coldly and said, "What other means will you use besides sneak attack? At such a young age, it is really shameless!"

Zhang Hao retreated, narrowly avoiding the sneak attack, and suddenly heard that the ghost cultivator was talking to his side, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"Hehe, the first trick that the old man taught you today is not to get distracted in battle!" But the ghost soul didn't pay attention to the ghost cultivator's taunt, and his body teleported behind Zhang Hao, and exploded towards him with a punch.

The cold energy contained in the fist immediately turned into a male lion with its head raised and roaring, roaring angrily and swallowing the latter in one gulp.

In the mouth of the soul energy condensation, Zhang Hao frowned slightly, and a black flame erupted from his body, and the multiple heavy fire almost instantaneously caused the space around him to collapse.

"Boom!"

A huge wave of fire swept out, rushing straight to the soul of the ghost, Zhang Hao took the opportunity to escape from the mouth of the lion whose soul energy was condensed, dodged and hid in the distance, glared at him and shouted: "Don't do it yet, I have something to say!"

Seeing this, the ghost soul waved his arm, and the black flames that permeated his side were scattered, and said with a smile: "If you have anything to say, wait until you can take the old man's three moves!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his arms were suddenly raised, and two large hands covered with scales appeared behind him.

"Hehe, boy, don't blame me for not reminding you, the soul crushing hand of the ghost soul is not so simple!"

Seeing this, Ying Yang, who was standing on the altar, sat down again with a smile, and said kindly.

But Zhang Hao's face suddenly became solemn, and the flowing light energy in the palm of his right hand surged, and then condensed into a narrow war knife, and the blade pointed directly at the ghostly soul: "Okay, after three moves, you let me finish the words first!"

Before he finished speaking, he took the lead, and the war knife that emitted colorful light slashed out violently.

"Hehe, as long as you can still stand there after three moves, the old man will stop talking to you!"

Seeing the sword coming straight to him, the ghost smiled lightly, and then leaned forward with his left hand.

And the two scaly claws behind him suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Hao's pupils shrank slightly, and his figure hurriedly took a step forward. It was when he stepped out that the claw that had disappeared just now suddenly appeared behind him, and five sharp fingertips almost grazed his clothes.

"Bang!"

The sword that slashed out angrily didn't wait to get close to the ghost soul, but was dispersed by a stream of soul energy, but the old man couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw that Zhang Hao had dodged his move, and then smiled lightly: "The soul perception is good, but it's a pity that you only know some crude methods!"

After that, the clenched claw just now slowly unfolded, and a huge suction force surged in the palm, gradually forming a dark green vortex.

"Boom!"

When the claws full of scale armor were spread out again, Zhang Hao felt the soul baby in his mind tremble violently, and then left his body uncontrollably.

Such a scene made his eyes show a terror in his eyes, once the soul baby is caught, his body will definitely be implicated, if the other party has the intention to kill him, as long as the soul baby is lightly destroyed, he can let his soul fly away.

But seeing the ghost soul smiling indifferently, stretching out his hand a little, the claws full of scale armor appeared strangely above Zhang Hao's head, and five fingers seemed to come from the ghost hand of the netherworld, trapping his soul baby in the palm of his hand.

Seeing this, Ying Yang, who was sitting on the altar, raised a smile on the corner of his mouth: "That kid is going to suffer!"

Before the words fell, the soul baby trapped in the hands of the ghost let out a sharp whistling, and the dark green ghost fire swirled around it rapidly, gradually stripping out the soul energy contained in it.

Zhang Hao, who was implicated, turned pale in an instant, snorted, staggered back, and at the same time, slashed at the ghost claw.

"Bang!"

The sword slashed down, but it made the scales on the ghost claw scatter and fly in all directions, but it did not save the soul baby. Zhang Hao's eyes sank slightly, and the aura on his body suddenly changed, and the previous laziness was replaced by a kind of domineering.

Feeling the difference in this breath, the ghost frowned, and said, "You actually learned the sword technique of the old ghost of Lei?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Hao stepped out violently, grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands, and slashed down angrily: "Ben Thunder Knife!"

"Buzz!"

A giant knife that seemed to come from ancient times peeked through the void and then slashed down with boundless power. And the moment the blade slid down, all the space it passed collapsed, and even the ground under the feet of the ghost soul turned into fine dust in the humming sound.

"Boom!"

The blade slashed at the ghost claw, and with a slight pause, it was immediately torn apart like a withering and decaying, and the soul baby trapped in it also turned into a streamer of light and hit the heart of Zhang Hao's eyebrows.

The moment the soul baby came into contact with his body, it disappeared, apparently returning to his body. And over there, it was like a giant knife from ancient times, but it went straight to the ghost soul and slashed down.

The space at the lower end of the blade actually formed a streamer energy after it collapsed, imprisoning it in it.

And in the depths of this streamer energy, some colorful thunderbolts can be faintly seen shuttling rapidly.

"Nine ghost soul hands, soul return to nine ghosts!"

The imprisoned ghostly soul's face finally became solemn. The other ghost claws that stayed behind him suddenly exploded, turning into a vast stream of energy that poured into his body, and then on the surface of his body, a dark green flame burned out.

"Bell!"

The heavy blade slashed at the flames, but it erupted in a clash of gold and iron. The ghost soul standing there had a strange smile on his face, and then raised his hands, lifted the blade that pressed on his shoulder, and pushed it out: "Boy, if this trick is replaced by the old ghost of thunder, the old man will be jealous, but unfortunately your cultivation is not enough to bring out the power of this thunder knife!"

Zhang Hao, who was holding the handle of the knife with both hands, was shocked by the force of this push and flew out upside down, and the giant knife that seemed to come from ancient space was also out of control, and it turned into a streamer in the sky with a bang.

The figure floated back, until his back hit the stone wall in the distance, Zhang Hao stopped, looked at the other party with solemn eyes, nodded slowly and said: "I really can't exert the full power of this thunder knife, but ......"

The words paused slightly, but I saw a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "Three moves have passed!"

This sentence suddenly made the ghost soul stunned there, and then frowned and groaned, "Three moves? How can the old man remember that there are only two moves?"

"Hey, are you trying to deny it?" Seeing this, the smile on Zhang Hao's face suddenly froze, and his eyes turned gloomily to the two old men sitting on the altar: "You all saw it, ...... just now"

Unexpectedly, before he could say the words later, Shen Yang turned his head and said to the ghost cultivator: "Old guy, don't you have something to say to the old man?"

Seeing this, Ghost Xiu's eyes immediately showed a hint of understanding, and he nodded with a smile: "If you don't mention it, I can't even remember, I'm getting older, and my memory has declined, by the way, how many tricks did you see the old ghost of the ghost just now?"

"One move!" but Ying Yang said with some uncertainty: "The old man only remembers the soul crushing hand, is there still one behind?"

But the ghost cultivator frowned slightly, groaned, and said, "How does this seat seem to remember that it is two moves?"

Zhang Hao looked at the two of them, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then scolded in his heart: "Two old things, Lao Tzu is stupid enough to ask you, what fucking bullshit!"

At this time, the ghost soul slowly raised his palm, and said indifferently: "Boy, the old man just performed one trick or two, but you have to be able to take this last move!"

This time, Zhang Hao was surprisingly calm, and sneered with gloomy eyes: "I have long expected that you old guys will not count when you speak, the last move, right? Then let me see what means you have!"

The ghost soul didn't seem to expect him to answer like this, his expression was stunned, and then he nodded and smiled: "Hey, since the words have been said to this point, the old man doesn't have to pretend to go down and enter the Netherworld Palace, if you want to get out of it, you must outsmart the three of us old guys, otherwise ......"

"Don't talk nonsense, take it!" Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Hao raised the war knife in his hand.

On the body of this knife condensed by streamer energy, a strange aura suddenly emanated, and even that streamer became much dimmer without any opinion.

Seeing this, the ghost soul frowned slightly, and sneered: "God Devouring Sword Technique, I didn't expect you to even learn the methods of that old thing, hehe, it seems that you want to fight with the old man today!"

"Buzz!"

The dim streamer on the knife suddenly erupted, and then broke away, forming a glowing figure in front of Zhang Hao.

And in the hands of this figure, he was holding a ghost-headed broadsword tightly.

After a buzzing sound, there seemed to be a murmur in the depths of the space, which was extremely unreal, but it did linger in the ears of everyone present.

The two old men sitting on the altar stood up at the same time, staring at the shining figure with a solemn face, and the ghost raised his eyebrows, and said, "The show is coming!"

"God Devouring Knife, God Slaying Demons, God Light Slash!"

saw Zhang Hao's right arm raised, and the war knife in his hand suddenly slashed out angrily. The figure of Xia Guang standing in front of him also raised the ghost head big knife in his hand, and the space near the altar in the hall was suddenly enveloped by a ruined aura.

The smile on the face of the ghost soul slowly retracted, his hands quickly sealed, and a gust of yin wind blew around him, and a huge cold current was formed immediately. And in this cold current, a strange long sword slowly poked out.

With one hand, he reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, but the ghost shook his head and said, "I haven't used it for many years, and today you can see the old man's blade, and it can be regarded as a loss!"

After that, the long sword in his hand actually began to tremble violently, and sword shadows appeared out of thin air and began to fly around him.

At the same time, the glowing figure in front of Zhang Hao gradually became condensed, and the killing intent on the ghost-headed big knife in his hand continued to rise, pointing to the space near the blade at the end.

"With this one move, I will lose and let you deal with it, don't be entangled if you lose!"

Zhang Hao, who was hiding behind, clenched the handle of the knife with both hands and said coldly. And the glowing figure standing in front of him raised the ghost-headed broadsword in sync with him, and after a slight pause, he slashed forward.

"Boom!"

The moment the blade fell, the space at the lower end seemed to be shattered by a huge coercion, turning into a pitch-black nothingness.

The ghost soul who was in it, seeing that this knife was so powerful, couldn't help but nodded, letting the tearing force in the void air rage around him, and said with a smile: "This knife does have a bit of his artistic conception back then, but unfortunately it can't even exert fifty percent of its power!"

"Bang!"

The surrounding void space collapsed again, and this time it was presented as a kind of fine black light, a terrifying tearing force, constantly crushing the things located in it, and even the surrounding unenveloped space collapsed rapidly under this tearing.

Zhang Hao took a step forward violently, fused with the glowing figure, and then raised his knife and slashed out angrily at the ghost soul in front of him.

Wherever the blade passed, nothingness filled the air, and an aura like an ancient fierce beast spread out in the main hall.

"Soul Shattering Sword, Soul Breaking Nine Days!"

The aura on the body of the ghost soul fluctuated slightly, and then a sword rushed up, and the moment the swords collided, the hall became a dead silence.

But the next burst of energy made the two old men on the altar look solemn......

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