"Are you a Buddhist?" The old man with one-eyed black robe showed a trace of vicious fear in his eyes.
Ghost path and Buddhism have always been mortal enemies.
What's more, Long Xiaoshan's strength was extremely threatening, and even the one-eyed old man in black robe could not take it lightly.
Long Xiaoshan was too lazy to say too much, so he pressed down. The Buddha's light surged into the sky, and the golden Sanskrit lingered in his mind, like a big Buddha coming to the world: "Don't you get out!"
Rumble!
The sound of Buddha roared, and the golden Buddha light filled the sky.
"I don't know how to live or die, even the bald donkey from Xuantian Temple dares not be so arrogant in front of me."
The one-eyed old man with a black robe turned cold, and he saw him take out a black bowl and chant, buzz, black light filled the black bowl, as if he had opened a hell passage, with a roar of ghost energy and a demonic sound. A black ghost claw suddenly poked out of the black bowl, accompanied by a terrifying ghost crying and wolf howling, a giant ghost king with a hideous face, white bones and black scales all over his body emerged from the black light.
The ghost king's eyes were like blood-red lanterns, with two rows of arms on his body, like centipedes, indescribable inhumane. His tongue was three feet long, covered with hooks, and he drooped straight to his chest. As soon as he appeared, the evil aura rolled in the sky of the ancient battlefield, and the blue lightning continued to explode, sweeping the world unscrupulously, which was amazing.
"It's so hungry, I'm so hungry, old man, you locked me up for so long, you want to starve me to death!" The Ghost King was born, roaring, and his blood-red giant eyes stared at the one-eyed old man in black robe, as if he didn't have much respect for the master who summoned him.
"Ghost Owl, if you want blood food, you will see it, swallow him!" The old man with one-eyed robe held the black bowl with a serious face.
The ghost owl turned his head and saw the dragon hill surrounded by golden light.
A fierce light shot out from the ghost's eyes, and the long tongue was swung: "Buddha bald donkey? No, it's so strong, killing, killing, I haven't eaten such delicious blood food for a long time!"
boom!
The huge ghost body of the ghost owl expanded like a monstrous dark curtain, pressing towards Long Xiaoshan. The dense ghost claws on his body enveloped the entire void. The infinite Yinsha aura exploded between his giant claws. The ghost evil aura was too strong and condensed infinite Yin thunder. In this Changping ancient battlefield, the combat power of the ghost owl increased by at least 30%, which was extremely terrifying.
Facing the terrifying ghost claws, Long Xiaoshan did not move at all, two flames lit up in his pupils, and in a blink of an eye swept across his entire eye sockets, and two red fire dragons soared into the sky.
At this time, Long Xiaoshan's eyes were like giant lamps, and the terrifying Samadhi True Fire was like a red sun rising above the sky. The flames spread out layer by layer, and instantly submerged the huge body of the ghost owl.
Sizzy—
It was as if the flames lit a candle, and the huge body of the ghost owl melted and flowed down like wax oil.
The ghost owl let out a shrill roar, and its huge body contracted wildly. However, the true fire of Samadhi was like a maggot on the tars bone. No matter how the ghost owl struggled, the flame was still beating. The huge ghost body melted at a speed visible to the naked eye and finally disappeared without a trace.
"This...this..."
The one-eyed old man in black robe had wide eyes and almost rolled out, looking disbelief.
Gui Xiao is the strongest ghost king under his command. After he made a great contribution, the sect leader rewarded him. Gui Xiao's strength was difficult for him to compete with. It is no problem to tear the peak of the golden elixir, so even he rarely summoned it out for fear of being out of control.
This time, directly summoning the ghost owl was already thinking of a quick battle and decisive decision, and wanted to deal with the trouble of Long Xiaoshan as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, the fierce ghost owl was burned to ashes by a fire from the other party.
After Long Xiaoshan burned Gui Xiao to death, he did not retract the Samadhi True Fire. His eyes turned and he looked at the one-eyed old man in black robe. In his eyes like a giant lamp, two flames also came like dragons.
"not good!"
The one-eyed old man in black robe screamed strangely, and his whole body ejected backwards like a raccoon cat.
However, the true fire of Samadhi swept across the world. In an instant, the sight of the one-eyed old man in black robe turned red, and a terrifying high temperature also came to him.
Crackling!
He roared green, red and black halos, which were the light of magic weapons. They were all disillusioned after just a few breaths. The flames suddenly wrapped around the one-eyed old man in black robe. He roared shrillly: "Crown Prince save me!"
However, in the blink of an eye, the sound was also submerged by the flames.
When Long Xiaoshan took back the Samadhi True Fire, the old man in black robe had disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace of ashes.
At that moment, the whole world seemed extremely quiet.
After a while, many black robes shouted out loud.
"Elder Wu!"
"Damn it, you dare to kill my elder of the Netherworld Sect."
The black-robed man had the intention of murderous intent soaring into the sky, but they were all tied up by the formation and could not free up their hands.
Long Xiaoshan was not merciful and ruthless, and Buddha light was everywhere. He roared: "Great Powerful Tianlong!"
hold head high--
Ten thousand golden lights burst out from him, and golden dragons swept across the sky, rushing against the reincarnation formation of the men in black robe, rumbling!
The formation shook violently, making a sound of rupture.
The fierce ghosts in the Thirty-six Heavenly Gang Hall are already fierce. These men in black robe must be careful when collecting them and give their all. Now they are impacted by Long Xiaoshan outside, and the formation is obviously unable to support it.
In the cracked gap in the formation, countless fierce ghosts' military souls emerged from the gap, and the sound of golden swords and iron horses was heard from the sky and earth. These fierce and violent fierce ghosts were like ancient battlefield generals, rushing in a formation.
The evil spirits released by the Netherworld Sect may not be weak in one single force, but when facing the fierce ghost army spirits who know how to form formations, they seem to be a group of mobs, a pile of loose sand, and they can't resist them at all.
The people in an instant were killed and the men in black robes were also affected. Under the chain reaction, the formation collapsed and accelerated, and Long Xiaoshan didn't even need to take action. Perhaps these men in black robes would be chopped over by countless fierce ghosts.
At this moment, the figure finally moved on the central altar. He stopped drawing Bai Qi's blood because he had noticed the collapse of the formation. This Bai Qi's blood was the core of suppressing the 400,000 military souls of the Tiangang Palace.
He extracted Bai Qi's blood, which would lead to the weakening of the suppression power of Tiangang Palace and would constantly escape from the enemy's trap.
Before, the Great Formation of Ten Thousand Ghosts Reincarnation Continuously devoured those military souls, so he could also feel at ease to draw Bai Qi's blood, but now the situation has changed, and he has to stop.
Stop extracting Bai Qi's blood, the suppression power of Tiangang Palace immediately increased, and the military souls that surged out became less.
He sacrificed the spiritual treasure in his hand and flew up from the altar, buzz!
Above the spiritual treasure, the green light flew out like thousands of swords, and countless military souls were shot by the light and immediately collapsed and dissipated. The man came into the air and was covered with green light. He was actually a young man with a look of about twenty or thirty years old, wearing a silver black dragon robe, white and delicate, like a scholar, and seemed to be completely different from other black robe men with a ghostly aura.
However, after the young man stepped out, all the men in black robes bowed respectfully: "Prince."