Cheng Luo was also shocked. He had never seen such a weird technique before. The aura of this ghost king's shadow was too amazing.
I saw the powerful ghost king in mid-air, taking out a giant sword dozens of meters long from behind, with layers of gray magic flames glowing on the blade.
When a group of Chongxiao Temple disciples who were still fighting below saw this, their faces showed fear.
"Young Master is mighty!"
"Once the Ghost King appears, he will be invincible!"
A group of black-robed monks in the late stage of Qi Refining yelled, their expressions seemed a little excited, and their attacks became more fierce.
The disciples on the Chongxiao Palace side have suffered heavy casualties, and now they have no choice but to switch from offense to defense. They use defensive spells as a group to form a simple defensive formation, trying their best to resist the attack of the black-robed monks.
The powerful ghost king Xuying let out a low and weird roar from his mouth, then waved his giant sword and slashed directly at Cheng Luo.
Cheng Luo's scalp was numb, and he immediately activated the ice crystal gourd. White light emitted from the surrounding area, blocking his way.
"clang!"
A fierce collision sounded, and the powerful ghost king slashed the ice crystal gourd with his sword, instantly defeating Bai Mang.
"puff!"
A large mouthful of blood spurted out from Cheng Luo's mouth, his face turned earth-colored, and he fell from the air.
"Hahaha! Although this powerful ghost king is just a shadow of a demon, he is more than capable of dealing with barbarians like you!" The young man in blood robe laughed wildly.
"Elder Cheng, are you okay?" An elder from Chongxiao Palace immediately flew up and caught Cheng Luo.
Cheng Luo took a breath, stood in the air, waved his hands and said, "It doesn't matter."
The Ghost King roared and attacked again. The elder pinched it with one finger, and the spiritual weapon dagger in his hand turned into a stream of light and stabbed towards the powerful Ghost King.
The powerful ghost king opened his mouth wide and sprayed out gray demonic flames. The flying spiritual weapon dagger was wrapped in the demonic flames and instantly lost his reaction.
"Ouch!"
Immediately afterwards, the powerful ghost king roared, and the giant sword in his hand struck at Cheng Luo and the elder.
The two of them were so frightened that they had no time to dodge.
At this moment, a huge boulder suddenly flew out of the woods, emitting green and white light. The boulder reached its maximum speed and 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 Demon King was forcefully shaken open.
The escape from the tiger's mouth caused Cheng Luo and the elder to break out in cold sweat.
"Who is it!" The young man in blood robe roared angrily when he saw that the attack of the powerful ghost king was interrupted, and looked towards the direction where the boulder was flying.
I saw a young man in a white robe running towards the center of the fight quickly, but it was not Shen Lang.
Shen Lang took off into the sky and flew to a low altitude of tens of meters.
"Elder Shen, why is it you?"
Cheng Luo was shocked, and several Chongxiao Palace elders fighting nearby were also surprised.
Isn't Shen Lang in seclusion in the sect? When did he come to Cangwu Mountain?
"The matter is urgent, let's talk about it later!" Shen Lang looked at the young man in blood-robed opposite him with a gloomy look.
"I thought I was a master, but it turned out to be a bastard in the early stage of Nirvana." The young man in blood robe said disdainfully.
Shen Lang said coldly: "It's not certain who is the bastard!"
"Bai Qingshan, go!"
With a thought in Shen Lang's mind, the white green mountain in mid-air suddenly rose to hundreds of meters high, directly hitting the shadow of the powerful ghost king in front of the blood-robed young man.
"It's a little trick, Ghost King, stop it!" The blood-robed young man said with a trace of mockery on his lips.
The powerful ghost king waved his giant sword and slashed at Bai Qingshan with all his strength.
"boom!"
The giant sword hit the wall of Baiqing Mountain, making an earth-shattering sound. The gray magic flames collided with the green and white glow, emitting a dazzling light.
Shen Lang is a little unbelievable. Ever since he broke through Nirvana, he has always been successful when using Bai Qingshan. This huge ghost king shadow can actually take over his own Bai Qingshan?
The blood-robed young man was also a little surprised. This mountain-shaped magic weapon was so powerful that it could actually resist the Ghost King's sword?
"Boy, your magic weapon is not bad, but it's a pity that the opponent you met is me. I will decide on your magic weapon! Let me send you on your way." The young man in blood robe smiled wildly.
The Ghost King opened his fangs and sprayed out a large amount of gray flames from his mouth.
In an instant, the magic flames covered the entire mountain wall of Baiqing Mountain, and the green and white glow was gradually weakened.
Shen Lang's expression changed drastically. After Bai Qingshan fell into the demonic flames, he found that he could no longer control Bai Qingshan!
Moreover, Bai Qingshan, which was hundreds of meters high, gradually became smaller. It was held in the hand of the Ghost King. No matter how much Shen Lang urged it, he could not call back Bai Qingshan.
How is it possible? This gray flame can actually cut off the connection between him and Bai Qingshan.
Seeing the anxious look on Shen Lang's face, the young man in blood robe laughed wildly: "Haha, don't try to take back the magic weapon caught by my powerful Ghost King! Ghost King, kill it!"
With a proud look on his face, the young man in blood robe urged the ghost king's shadow away, preparing to kill Shen Lang.
The combat power of this powerful ghost king's phantom is extremely astonishing. Even monks in the late stage of foundation building may not be the ghost king's opponent.
Just when the Ghost King was about to raise his sword to kill Shen Lang, Shen Lang quickly took out the Yuyang Mirror from the storage ring.
"Crack!"
Shen Lang showed the treasure mirror, and immediately a large number of electric snakes swam on the treasure mirror. Seven or eight thick white electric arcs like iron ropes rushed out, sweeping towards the powerful ghost king like a whip.
A scene that made the young man in blood robe unbelievable appeared.
The seemingly powerful white thunder struck the Ghost King, and the Ghost King's shadow trembled continuously. He let out a low and painful roar from his mouth, and white smoke came out from all parts of his body.
Shen Lang tried to inject Yuanling power into the Yuyang Mirror.
"boom!"
A thick white thunder at the mouth of the bowl suddenly erupted, directly defeating the ghost king's shadow and turning it into powder.
"How... how is it possible!" The young man in blood robe was completely dumbfounded, and even doubted whether he had seen an illusion.
Such a tyrannical and powerful ghost king was actually destroyed by a white thunder?
Cheng Luo and other elders were stunned for a while, thinking that the mirror-shaped magic weapon in Shen Lang's hand was too powerful!
Shen Lang was also surprised. He didn't expect that Yu Yang Bai Lei was so powerful against ghosts.
"You bastard, you will die!" The young man in blood robe could not accept this fact. He was so frightened and furious that he made a hand seal with one hand and grabbed Shen Lang with two huge claws.
Just in time, the precious mirror in Shen Lang's hand shot out two more white arcs, hitting the flying claws.
"Bah!"
After being hit by an electric arc, the two claws were instantly wiped out, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from the mouth of the young man in blood robe.
"It's the Yuyang White Thunder! It's impossible. The Yuyang Thunder Crystal has long been extinct in the sky. You actually have a magic weapon made of the Yuyang Thunder Crystal?" the blood-robed young man yelled.
Shen Lang narrowed his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to the shock of the blood-robed young man. He pinched his fingers and gathered hundreds of air swords in front of him, shooting towards the blood-robed young man like lightning.