"The second game!"

Many ghost cultivators shouted "Lingzhi" on the surrounding mountains.

Chen Xinghe suddenly stood there, feeling a deep cold enveloped him, and there was a unique pressure everywhere.

"The steadiary has arrived, and eternal night has arrived." The ring has turned pure black, and the tall figure slowly landed on the ring.

"Boy, kneel down and pray to me, praying that I will have a good harvest after I fall into eternal night! I, Lingzhi, like to harvest fresh souls like you the most, and give away everything you have to be my slave!"

Chen Xinghe released an ancient bronze lamp with an ancient fragrance and color in the midst of his thoughts.

This bronze lamp comes from Sun Qianxi's storage ring. It is a top magic weapon. Because it is too ancient, it has been lost to become a spiritual weapon.

It is such a magic weapon, which has only one ability, which is to erase the dead souls.

This magic weapon is somewhat similar to a Buddhist weapon. Chen Xinghe ignited it with his own catastrophe fire, and immediately generated a powerful power of salvation. He heard thousands of screams in his earlobes, and then the screams turned into a suffocation.

At this moment, many people seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then the darkness covering the ring disappeared. Ling Zhi was furious when he saw this scene.

"A bastard, dare to save my slave, die..."

Ling Zhi took all his strength, and the darkness turned into a vortex, suppressing Chen Xinghe with a thousand pounds.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Puff puff puff puff puff..."

The bronze lamp exploded into a cloud of light, and the darkness was lost wherever it went, and the sound of suffocation drifted away. Chen Xinghe rescued more than 200,000 dead souls in one breath, including many foundation-building monks. They folded their fists before disappearing.

This movement caused heated discussion. Many ghost cultivators in the stands laughed. They had long disliked Ling Zhi. Only a large number of ghosts liked to hold their feet, thinking that Ling Zhi was stylish and majestic, and was taken as an example.

Chen Xinghe used a special gold coin electric light to rush over and knocked out the thunder in the sky with one punch.

"Crack, Crack, Crack..." Ling Zhi was shocked. This was the Great Thunder Gang he had never seen before. It seemed that an opportunity would trigger the thunder in heaven. Who is this boy? He doesn't seem to be famous.

When his fist hit Ling Zhi, he realized that his fist was even more powerful than Thunder.

"Boom..." Chen Xinghe, as a body-refining cultivator, was best at manipulating thunder and fire. This fist faintly triggered a certain celestial phenomenon, killing Ling Zhi's clothes and robes were broken and retreating step by step.

"Damn..." Ling Zhi was about to explode, but his fist came again, and one punch was as fast as a punch, and one punch rushed forward, causing him to step back to the edge of the ring step by step.

"No..." Ling Zhi wanted to fight back with injuries, but Chen Xinghe kicked him out.

By the time Ling Zhi realized that he had fallen towards the earth.

The cultivator Huangquan could not leave the halo that enveloped the ring, but these ghost cultivators were not restricted and came and went freely.

The surrounding mountains were in an uproar, but at this time, ten arenas were illuminated.

The ghost clan actually caught a group of Huangquan cultivators. It was a lively look. The pavilions and towers were full of discussion and betting.

Chen Xinghe is ready to face the third challenge.

The first two are not difficult, probably because they are unknown and far less famous than Li Xuanhuang and others for many years. When they come up, they will be served by the Ghost King, so they will naturally die and die.

Chen Xinghe was very glad that he wished he would never be taken seriously, but that was impossible.

In the third game, a one-horned ghost king ended.

"Cultivator Huangquan, you..."

Chen Xinghe didn't listen to his nonsense, and raised his hand and made a thunderclap.

Isn’t it just a yin thunder? The one-horned ghost king didn’t take it seriously.

One side is determined to make plans, the other side is careless, and now it looks good.

This muffled thunder is not a yin thunder, but the eyeballs of a ferocious beast.

I don’t know which master made this eyeball into a magic weapon. The more yin energy accumulated, the more powerful it is to use it.

The other things in the ghost baby tomb may be scarce, so the yin energy needs as much as possible, because that is a yin stone ore vein.

This eyeball magic weapon is placed in the "treasure box" of the coffin to absorb yin energy, and has been at least a thousand years. As for how powerful it is? Chen Xinghe doesn't know. But the years are on the eyeballs! Every year, a white silk is added, and the white silk is impossible to count at all, and the power is worth looking forward to.

"Puff..." The Ghost King realized something was wrong and looked down at his chest.

"This?" A hole as big as a human head appeared on his chest, and the front and back disappeared, with only this terrifying big hole.

With the ability of the Ghost King, he can still survive even if he suffers such damage.

Unexpectedly, the eyeball magic weapon instantly flew into the Ghost King's chest, and hundreds of small eyeballs were born around him like an egg, filling the big hole in the human head, and then taking the root of the Ghost King's body as a "car".

Such an eyeball has already produced spirituality and has the opportunity to be transformed into a spiritual weapon.

"Bastard, let me know!" The Ghost King worked hard for a long time and was surprised to find that he could not do anything. His body became the body of this eyeball and his head became a decoration.

Chen Xinghe said lightly: "The next game can be carried out. This ghost king has been subdued by me. Now he is my guardian, loyal to the guard and fearless."

After waiting for a while, there was no response. Chen Xinghe was not in a hurry, so he simply sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest.

The Ghost King stood by. Although his face was full of resentment, he was powerless and had no choice but to his body.

Chen Xinghe seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, but in fact he was searching for the ghost baby's belongings to see if there were any treasures left.

The collection of ghost babies is extremely rich. Chen Xinghe has never seen some things, so he can only choose things he knows or feels about.

A quarter of an hour apart, the mountain had to accept the fact that the Ghost King became the other party's thug.

The surrounding rings were fighting fiercely, diverting a lot of attention.

Chen Xinghe ushered in the fourth challenge.

The person who came was a flying zombie!

Above the black *** is a flying zombie. It is said that the flying zombie has survived the heavenly tribulation to condense the ghost pill, and is extremely powerful. The Ghost King is no match for it at all.

This flying zombie fights with the Ghost King, and the fight is so fierce. Those who don’t know it would think that a single battle will be played by the Ghost King and the flying zombie.

Chen Xinghe stood behind and started.

The flying zombie used all his skills and finally killed the Ghost King, but he was not intact, with the one-horned Ghost King's horn embedded on his head.

It's fine if it's a one-horn, but there is also a hole in his chest, and his fierce eyes almost came to parasitize. He could only bleeding heavily and use his cultivation for three hundred years to quickly block the wound, so that he could barely survive the crisis.

Chen Xinghe took back his fierce eyes and said lightly: "You are poisoned."

Fei Zombie was stunned, spitting out black blood from her mouth, and her feet fell to the ring little by little.

This scared him. The flying zombie will never fall. Once his feet return to the earth, they will die. What kind of poison is this? It is so powerful?

The three Yin divine lead is refined by magical powers, and its toxicity is definitely not easy! It would be fine if the flying zombie is intact, but it would cause major damage, so naturally it could not withstand the invasion of toxins, resulting in failure.

"It seems that you should not underestimate the cultivator of Huangquan." The flying zombie broke away from the ring and walked very simply.

In this way, Chen Xinghe won four games, and Li Xuanhuang was only close to the end of the fourth game.

Among the many contestants, this speed is undoubtedly quite fast.
Chapter completed!