Chapter 482: Struggle for Hegemony in Dongling Mountain Part 10
"Boy, have you seen it? This 'Seven Skeleton Phantom Yin Fire' can not only swallow space, but also swallow all light. Doesn't that dead frog beast spit out death light? Can you let it spit out again? It looks like this
Is the king's Yin Fire sharp, or is his Death Light sharp?"
The Black Wind Ghost King said arrogantly, his body shook violently, and the pressure of the Nascent Soul shot out like a wave. In an instant, within a few miles, sand and stones were flying, the wind was ruthless, and the sky was enveloped by the gloomy energy.
The whole area was covered, and the sound of howling ghosts and wolves was even more frightening.
"Hey, hey, hey! Heifeng, stop howling in mourning! I know you are a ghost, so there is no need to scare me like this!" Tianjiu said, covering his ears.
"Hey, are you scared? Boy, I will eat you today!" the Black Wind Ghost King yelled.
"Heifeng, did you really rebel? I will crush you to death, I will crush you!"
Tianjiu roared and crushed the black Soul Pact card to pieces. Unfortunately, the Black Wind Ghost King only swayed slightly for a few breaths, covered his forehead and hummed a few times before standing upright again and continuing to chatter and howl like a ghost.
He looked at Tianjiu like a dead man.
"Boy, please save your energy. I will give you one last chance to hand over all your treasures, including the Bodhi tree. If you dare to hide a crystal or a Bodhi tree, I will definitely drain your soul and refine it.
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"Wait, wait! Black Wind Ghost King, I treat you well, how about I give you the treasure and you let me go?" Tianjiu asked tremblingly.
"Leave? Hahaha! It's so funny. I have now condensed into a ghost baby, a mere east spirit. How many spiritual cultivators are my opponents? I must turn this place into a ghost land and establish myself as the king. You kid,
This is my first sacrifice, quack quack!" The Black Wind Ghost King's laughter shook the heavens and the earth, and could be heard clearly from hundreds of miles away.
Tianjiu stood dozens of feet away, watching the performance of Black Wind Ghost King coldly. With a wave of his hand, he put the four-eyed frog back into the Qiankun Ring. He sighed again: "Heifeng, I see that it is not easy for you to practice. I originally wanted to
There is a road left for you, but you insist on it. In this case, I will give you a way to prevent you from harming the world after you come out."
After Tianjiu finished speaking, his whole body shook slightly, and the shocking power rushed out. The Yin Qi that originally curled around the Black Wind Ghost King flew in all directions, as if it was under the weight of billions of pounds. Seven ghost heads, bang
It collapsed and transformed into its original form again, swirling around Heifeng's body.
"Middle stage of Nascent Soul? You have actually reached the peak of the middle stage of Nascent Soul?!" Black Wind Ghost King Qike's head was stunned, and then his eyes were full of horror. His face, which was filled with Yin Qi, was even more solemn.
"That's right! I've been the ancestor of Nascent Soul for a long time, and I'm one level higher than you. So, is your Ghost King's first opponent strong enough?"
As Tianjiu spoke, he wiped out the purple gold heavenly bowl and held a dark gold mallet in his left hand.
When the Black Wind Ghost King saw the alms bowl and the golden mallet, he couldn't help but be excited. His intuition told him that these two treasures were objects of extraordinary power, and they were out-and-out Buddhist objects. They were the masters of their ghost cultivation.
nemesis.
"Fantasy Yin Fire, swallow!"
The Black Wind Ghost King hesitated again and again, but gritted his teeth and activated the seven heads in front of him. The seven heads suddenly merged and turned into a ghost-headed sword about ten feet long. The blade flashed with cold light, and a circle of blue fireworks curled around the blade. Then.
As he roared loudly, the ghost-headed sword struck Tianjiu in the head like thunder.
"act recklessly!"
Tianjiu snorted coldly, and the purple golden mallet did not hit the alms bowl, but swung it out directly. The golden mallet shook slightly in the air, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a golden rod about ten feet long. The golden light shot out and struck the ghost head sword with a bang.
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A ball of blue fireworks several feet in size soared into the sky, and with several sour-like cracking sounds, the ghost-head sword exploded, turning into seven heads again. Each head was violently twisted, cracks emerged, and with a breath
No, spider-like cracks can be seen everywhere on his skull.
"Ah~!!!"
The Black Wind Ghost King howled miserably, covering the last remaining marble-sized head on his neck, rolling around on the ground, as if his body had also been struck by thunder.
"Back, back, back!" The Black Wind Ghost King trembled, trying to take back the heads that were still scattered in the air.
"Hey! Nigga, you have taken it off from your neck, just keep it, so as not to get stabbed by me again!"
Tianjiu sneered, and gently tapped out the purple-gold celestial bowl. The bowl flew in the air, suddenly enlarging to a radius of ten feet. From the bowl, a ball of golden light with a radius of ten feet shot out, and instantly covered the four heads on the left, only lightly
With one roll, the head was sucked into the alms bowl. Then, with a flip, it was shot at the remaining three heads again. Without exception, they were rolled in lightly and put into the alms bowl without a trace.
"Puff puff puff~!"
It was as if the Black Wind Ghost King had been struck by a billion-dollar blow. Dozens of mouthfuls of black juice spurted out from his mini head. His body, which was originally about ten feet in size, also shrunk rapidly. After three to five breaths, he turned into a three-foot-tall pocket ghost.
After vomiting black juice, he lay on the ground unconscious.
"Tch! It's so easy to knock him down with just one hammer! If I had known better, I would have taken out a brick and slapped it, at least dozens more times, to relieve my hatred! Oh, it's really bad, it's really
I thought it was so cowhide!"
Tianjiu took away the Purple Gold Heavenly Bowl and the Purple Gold Mallet in great displeasure, looked at the Black Wind Ghost King who was on the ground and thought for a moment, frowned, and then stretched out his hand to twist the Black Wind Ghost like a chicken, and fanned the wings behind his back.
After a few swayings, it disappeared at the edge of Yinfeng Valley.
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In the Zhizhuodian Square, the old monk Pochen was sunbathing as usual. After eating and drinking, he began to snore, shaking the whole square. The old monk's old hat fell to the ground at some point.
He fell to the ground, revealing an old bald head that was shining white.
The skinny monkey stood a hundred feet away from the old monk with his teeth bared, spinning around like an ant on a hot pot.
Tianjiu's figure landed next to the old monk, leaving behind the mud-like black wind. Looking at the dignified appearance of the old man Pochen, he raised his hand and dropped a chestnut on the old man's bald head, and then shouted in a low voice: "Death"
Old man, get up! You've exposed your secret!"
"Huh?" Old monk Pochen turned over and sat up, holding a long tongue in his mouth. He swallowed, touched his head, and said blankly: "Boy, you dare to knock the old man on the head?! Do you believe that the old man will deal with you?"
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"Hey, old man, this is Dongling, not Dehua. Wake up. If you don't want to be kicked out, you'd better put away your broken head first!" Tianjiu said with sour teeth, picked up the broken hat, and replaced the old monk.
Put it on.
"Tch! You're so scared! Isn't the whole of Dongling now in your hands? Is it possible to hide even if you have done something wrong? Besides, after all, the old man is a powerful god. If anyone screams again, the old man will crush him to death!"
The old monk Pochen said angrily, wiped off his old hat and threw it on the ground.
"Transformation of Gods? Are you a monk of Transformation of Gods?" A hundred feet away, the thin monkey pointed at the old monk and shouted in surprise.
"What, you don't believe it? How about I crush you to death first?" Pochen rolled his eyes and hummed.
"No, no, no! Grandpa Huashen! I don't dare to doubt you even if I borrow ten thousand courages from my disciples!" Thin Monkey waved his hand repeatedly. He glanced at the boss and nodded slightly, and his heart trembled: "***, it's a good thing I didn't go up to him just now.
Just a few seconds, otherwise I would have been turned into ashes by the bad old man! What kind of people do the boss associate with? They are so powerful in transforming gods, but they are like beggars!"
"Skinny Monkey, what do you want from me?" Tianjiu asked, waving his hand as he was too lazy to pay attention to the bad old man.
The thin monkey took a few steps forward, glanced at Monk Pochen again secretly, and answered with clasped fists: "Boss, there are three major things to report. First, Commander Mi sent a transmission note to me because he couldn't find you, saying that she
The North Route Army was violently attacked by the Beiwei Gate. The Beiwei Gate army had about 100,000 monks and more than a dozen ancestors. According to information from the Xiling Gate, Bei Baifeng was ready to return to the gate. Commander Mi asked the boss,
How to deal with this situation?”
"Bei Baifeng? Isn't he a great monk? Does he dare to openly participate in the war?" Tianjiu frowned.
"Hey, boy, if the great monk joins the war, can the old man also take action?" Old monk Pochen suddenly interjected.
"Come on, old man, don't stir up trouble. The gods have joined the war, and maybe a few supervisors will get involved. I'm most afraid that the trouble will get bigger and bigger, and it won't end well in the end."
Tianjiu bowed quickly, gritted his teeth and thought for a long time, took out a secret talisman that transmitted thousands of miles, and said loudly: "Girl, you are the commander-in-chief, and I am the deputy commander-in-chief. You think too highly of me!"
Ask, ask Patriarch Tai Rong. But by the way, if Bei Baifeng comes, don’t fight, just lead people away. This pervert can do anything, don’t let him
I will capture you and make you his ninth concubine!"
After Tianjiu finished speaking, he waved his hand and threw out the secret talisman.
"Let's talk about the second thing!" Tianjiu waved his hand.
"Wait a minute, kid, since you won't let the old man take action, can't the old man let the Eight Saints and Eighteen Sons take action? As long as they attack from both sides in the northwest, I guarantee that your little lover will be smiling and may even attack you again.
The eyebrows come and go!" Old monk Pochen said with a sly smile.
"Huh? Yes, old man, I didn't expect you to have such a skill. Well, well, well! It's up to you! Give the order quickly!" Tianjiu was overjoyed. With the restraint of Northern Buddhist cultivators, no matter how tough Beiweimen was,
He might have a fight with Mi Yurong.
When he thought of this, Tianjiu once again took out a secret talisman that transmitted thousands of miles of sound, and said with a smile without hesitation: "Mi Yatou, I order you, don't be afraid of those perverts from Beiwei Gate, they will beat you to death. I have already thought of it."
We have a way to deal with them. As long as you persist for three days, the perverts will definitely leave!"
After saying that, he threw out the transmission talisman.
"Hey! Boy, the old man hasn't finished what he said yet. You can ask my old man to help, but you need to be paid. The old man doesn't want much, just give me two to three million!" Monk Pochen saw Tianjiu sending out the teleportation talisman, and it was strange.
He smiled and spread his dirty hands.
"No way, old man, are you blackmailing me?!" Tianjiu was dumbfounded. He had already said the big words and it was already too late to take them back.
"How can this be called blackmail? An army of more than 500,000 people does not need crystal stones to move even a little bit? Without crystal stones to open the way, the Eight Saints and Eighteen Sons will give it to the old man?! Well, you can give it or not, or you can't.
Okay, just pretend that the old man didn’t say anything and he went to sleep. If your little lover is kidnapped, don’t cry, quack quack!”
"Damn old man, you are cruel! Three hundred thousand!" Tianjiu gritted his teeth.
"Two million, not one less!" The old man sat back in his chair.
"Five hundred thousand, I ask the northwest Buddhist cultivators to advance a hundred miles in one day, preferably to capture three mountains!"
"One million, the old man guarantees that they can advance fifty miles in three days." The old man Pochen lay down in the big chair again. (To be continued.)