"Sword of Divine Consciousness, cut!"

Xiao Changfeng stretched out his hand and pointed.

Immediately, the sword of consciousness turned into a bright blue light, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

It was to attack the Ghost King.

"What is this? Psychic power?"

As soon as the Sword of Divine Consciousness appeared, the Holy Son of the Witch Cult looked frightened.

He is a natural witch spirit who can communicate with ghosts and gods and control souls.

Therefore, he is also very sensitive to spiritual consciousness.

He felt like his soul was trembling.

The two ghost generals on his body also instantly became alert.

Boom, boom, boom!

Although the Holy Son of the Witch Cult was frightened, he quickly reacted.

Suddenly I stopped snapping my fingers and beating the drum.

Instead, he turned his hands into mallets and struck the human skin drum violently.

In an instant, the fierce drum beat echoed between heaven and earth.

It made the Ghost King's aura even more violent.

The fire of madness was ignited in his eyes.

This way.

The Ghost King's fear of the Sword of Divine Consciousness was suppressed.

Like a crazy ferocious beast.

He attacked the Sword of Divine Consciousness without fear of death.

Bang!

The solid claws collided with the sword of consciousness.

Brilliant sparks suddenly burst out.

Sparks flew everywhere, like fireworks.

This made the Holy Son of Witchcraft feel happy.

But the next moment.

The joy on the face of the Holy Son of Witchcraft froze.

Poof!

Talon only lasted three seconds.

It was cut off by the sword of divine consciousness.

Then the sword of consciousness continued to move forward.

With a devastating force, he chopped off the four sharp claws that were the first to block him.

Then in the disbelieving eyes of the Holy Son of Witchcraft.

Cut the fifty-meter-sized Ghost Emperor in half.

Wow!

The huge Ghost King is like a collapsed sand castle.

Instantly collapsed into a hundred thousand ghosts.

At this time, ghost shadows were overwhelming.

When everyone looked up, it was like dark clouds covering the sky.

Although the Sword of Divine Consciousness is strong.

But it can only kill the Ghost King, but it cannot wipe out a hundred thousand ghosts at once.

Therefore, as long as the Holy Son of the Witch Cult reunites these ghosts.

It can turn into a new ghost emperor.

It is a pity that Xiao Changfeng did not give the Holy Son of the Witch Cult this opportunity.

"Soul-forbidden gourd!"

Xiao Changfeng dispersed the sword of consciousness and took out the soul-forbidden gourd.

Suddenly, a special suction force poured out from the soul-forbidden gourd.

Squeak!

The ghosts in the sky feel this special suction.

Suddenly he let out a cry of terror.

However, the Soul Forbidden Gourd specializes in absorbing souls.

In addition, the Demon Spirit Master has successfully broken through to the Imperial Martial Realm.

These ghosts cannot struggle at all.

Suddenly, ghostly shadows were drawn in one after another.

Submerged in the soul-forbidden gourd.

Millions of spectators saw this strange scene.

One hundred thousand ghosts are like whales sucking water.

It was forcibly absorbed by the Forbidden Soul Gourd.

"No, come back!"

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult was shocked and quickly reacted.

He immediately beat the human skin drum, trying to get these ghosts back.

But how can a mere human-skinned drum defeat a soul-forbidden gourd.

Therefore, let the holy son of witchcraft beat the drum and stir it up.

Those hundred thousand ghosts are still sinking into the soul-forbidden gourd.

One minute later.

One hundred thousand ghost figures were all swallowed up by the soul-forbidden gourd.

Not one left!

At this time, Xiao Changfeng put away the Soul Forbidden Gourd with satisfaction.

He turned to the Holy Son of Witchcraft and smiled brightly.
Chapter completed!