Cheng Luo was also shocked. He had never seen such a strange magic before. The aura of this ghost king's phantom was too amazing.

I saw the powerful ghost king in the air pulling out a giant sword dozens of meters long from behind, and layers of gray magic flames appeared on the blade.

Seeing this, a group of disciples from Chongxiao Palace who were still fighting showed fear on their faces.

"Young Master is mighty!"

"As soon as the Ghost King comes out, he will be invincible!"

A group of monks in the late stage of black-robed Qi Refining shouted, their expressions seemed a little excited, and their attacks became even more fierce.

The disciples on Chongxiao Palace have suffered heavy casualties, so they now have to turn off attack to defend, and the group uses defensive magic to form a simple defensive array, and strive to resist the attack of the black-robed monks.

After a low and strange roar was heard from the phantom of the powerful ghost king, he waved his giant sword and slashed directly at Cheng Luo.

Cheng Luo's scalp was numb and immediately activated the ice crystal gourd, and white lights emitting from the surrounding area were blocking his body.

"clang!"

A fierce collision sounded, and the powerful ghost king slashed on the ice crystal gourd with a sword, and instantly defeated the white light.

"puff!"

Cheng Luo's mouth spurted out of his mouth, his face was as dark as the color of the earth, and his whole person fell from the air.

"Hahaha! Although this powerful ghost king is a phantom of the demon, he is more than enough to deal with you barbarians!" The young man in the blood robe laughed wildly.

"Elder Cheng, are you okay?" An elder of Chongxiao Palace immediately flew up and caught Cheng Luo.

Cheng Luo took a breath, stood in the air, waved his hand and said, "It's okay."

The Ghost King roared and attacked again. The elder pinched his single finger, and the dagger in his hand turned into a stream of light and stabbed towards the powerful Ghost King.

The powerful ghost king opened his mouth and sprayed out a gray demon flame. After the flying spiritual weapon dagger was wrapped in the demon flame, he instantly lost his reaction.

"Ao!"

Immediately afterwards, the powerful ghost king roared and the giant sword in his hand slashed towards Cheng Luo and the elder.

The two of them were so scared that they could not dodge.

At this moment, a huge rock suddenly flew out of the woods, emitting blue and white light. The huge rock exerted its speed to the extreme, and it just hit the giant sword in the hand of the powerful ghost king.

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, the giant sword in the hand of the powerful ghost king was shaken open.

The tiger's escape from danger made Cheng Luo and the elder sweat all over.

"Who is it!" Seeing that the attack of the powerful ghost king was interrupted, the young man in the blood roared and looked towards the direction of the huge rock.

I saw a young man in a white robe running towards the center of the battle, but it was Shen Lang.

Shen Lang soared into the air and flew to a low altitude of dozens of meters high.

"Elder Shen, why are you?"

Cheng Luo was shocked, and several elders of Chongxiao Palace who were fighting nearby were also surprised.

Didn’t Shen Lang go into seclusion in the sect? When did he run to Cangwu Mountain?

"Things are urgent, let's talk later!" Shen Lang looked at the young man in blood robe opposite with a gloomy look.

"I am a master. It turns out that he is a mess in the early stage of Nirvana." The young man in the blood robe said disdainfully.

Shen Lang said coldly: "It's not certain who is the miscellaneous!"

"Bai Qingshan, go!"

Shen Lang thought, and the Baiqing Mountain in the air rose to hundreds of meters high, directly hitting the phantom of the powerful ghost king in front of the young man with blood robe.

"The trick of the eagle and insects, the ghost king, block it!" A hint of mockery appeared on the corner of the mouth of the young man in blood robe.

The powerful ghost king waved his giant sword and cut towards Bai Qingshan with all his strength.

"boom!"

The giant sword hit the wall of Baiqingshan, making a shocking sound. The gray magic flames and the blue-white glow collided, giving off a dazzling light.

Shen Lang was a little unbelievable. Since he broke through Nirvana, using Bai Qingshan has always been invincible. This huge ghost king phantom can actually take over his Bai Qingshan?

The young man in the blood robe was also a little surprised. The magic weapon in the shape of the mountain was really powerful, and he could actually compete with the sword of the Ghost King?

"Boy, your magic weapon is pretty good, but unfortunately the opponent you meet is me. I'm going to settle your magic weapon! Let me send you on your way." The young man in the blood robe smiled wildly.

The Ghost King opened his wide mouth and fangs, and a large amount of gray flames spewed out of his mouth.

In an instant, the demonic flames filled the entire Baiqing Mountain's walls, and the blue and white glows were gradually weakened.

Shen Lang's face changed drastically. After Bai Qingshan fell into the demonic flame, he found that he could no longer control Bai Qingshan!

Moreover, Baiqing Mountain, hundreds of meters high, gradually became smaller and was held in the hands of the Ghost King. No matter how Shen Lang activated it, he could not call back Baiqing Mountain.

How is this possible? This gray flame can actually cut off the connection between him and Bai Qingshan.

Seeing Shen Lang's anxious expression, the young man in the blood robe laughed wildly: "Haha, don't take it back by my powerful ghost king! Ghost king, kill it for me!"

The young man in the blood robe urged the ghost king to take away the shadow with a proud look, preparing to kill Shen Lang.

The powerful ghost king's phantom has extremely amazing combat power. Even cultivators in the late stage of foundation building may not be the opponent of the ghost king.

Just as the Ghost King was about to raise his sword to kill Shen Lang, Shen Lang quickly took out the Yuyang treasure mirror from the storage ring.

"Crack!"

Shen Lang appeared in the treasure mirror, and a large number of electric snakes immediately wandered on the treasure mirror. Seven or eight white electric arcs as thick as iron chains rushed out, sweeping towards the powerful ghost king like a whip.

An incredible scene that made the young man in the blood robe appear.

After the seemingly powerful white thunder hit the Ghost King, the ghost king's phantom trembled continuously, and a low and painful roar was heard from his mouth, and white smoke was still emitting everywhere in his body.

Shen Lang tried to inject Yuan spiritual power into the Yuyang treasure mirror.

"boom!"

A thick white thunder suddenly erupted, directly defeating the ghost king's phantom and turning it into powder.

"How...how is it possible!" The young man in blood robe was completely stunned, even wondering if he had seen hallucinations.

Such a powerful powerful ghost king was actually destroyed by a white thunder?

Cheng Luo and other elders were dumbfounded, thinking that the power of the mirror-shaped magic weapon in Shen Lang's hand was too great!

Shen Lang was also surprised, and he did not expect that the Yuyang White Thunder could be so powerful against the ghosts.

"Bastard, die for me!" The young man in the blood robe couldn't accept this fact. He was extremely shocked and angry and made one hand gesture, and two huge demon claws grabbed Shen Lang.

Just so happened that the treasure mirror in Shen Lang's hand shot out two white arcs, hitting the flying claws.

"Sher!"

After being hit by the electric arc, the two demon claws instantly disappeared, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of the young man in the blood robe.

"It's Yuyang White Thunder! It's impossible. The Yuyang Thunder Crystal has long disappeared in the sky. Do you actually have a magic weapon made of the Yuyang Thunder Crystal?" The young man in the blood roared in dismay.
Chapter completed!