Text text_The first thousand eight hundred and sixty-sixth chapters
"Boom..."
The entire sky above the temple was shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds.
Those people from the Chamber of Commerce had long hid under the eaves, looking at Ye Xingchen who had transformed into an ancient giant beast with fearful expressions, especially the old sea otter and Hu Xueyan. When they saw it, they felt like a god.
Common ghost painters.
Forced to run around by Ye Xingchen's Nine Heavens Thunder Control Technique, his face turned pale when he was in a state of embarrassment. The old sea otter turned his head, looked at Hu Xueyan beside him, and swallowed with a 'gulu' sound.
His voice was a little hoarse, and he said: "Hu... Miss Hu, I remember you said before that in addition to Senior Ghost, there is another strong emperor who also... also wants to cause trouble for that kid?
"
"Well, what's wrong?" Hu Xueyan was stunned, and then asked belatedly.
‘Hu’, ‘Hu’, ‘Hu’…
"That said, I feel relieved." The old monster Sea Otter gave a wry smile and said with relief, "Our chambers of commerce are like grasshoppers on a rope with Senior Ghost. If we don't get rid of that kid, we will lose everything."
We cannot bear the anger of the Zhulong Chamber of Commerce, let alone this evildoer whose strength is comparable to that of Senior Ghost."
"Don't worry, the other senior is already on his way here." Hu Xueyan clenched her fists, her eyes full of resentment, looking at Jiang Jingyue who was not far away from her with hatred, with a ferocious smile on her face,
He said: "Huh, so what about the eldest lady of the Jiang family? When Senior Gui and the others kill that little beast, I want to see who else in this temple of worship can protect your sick little boy."
‘Pa’, ‘Pa’, ‘Pa’…
There are more and more thunders in the Temple of Worship, hitting the ghost painter like a gust of wind and rain. Ghost cultivators like him are originally afraid of thunder, not to mention Ye Xingchen's Nine Heavens Thunder Control Technique,
The power is not small either.
In just the blink of an eye, he saw that the ghostly mist covering its body had become dim. The soul-devouring demon ape was also scarred by Ye Xingchen's head-on impact, and his mouth kept screaming.
'Ouch', 'Ouch', 'Ouch' roar.
"Little beast, when you fall into my hands, I will cut you into pieces with thousands of knives, and make you taste all the pain in the world." The ghost painter roared, with a ferocious roar on his face.
, said. "Huh...Emperor realm? Why, the ghost painter who was so arrogant at the time is now just showing off with his mouth?" A trace of mockery flashed across Ye Xingchen's face without looking back.
, and pounced towards the soul-devouring demon ape.
"Emperor Fist..."
boom!
A huge fist hit the body of the soul-devouring demon ape, making a muffled sound, forcing the ten-meter-high demon ape back seven or eight steps, before it could slow down.
Suddenly, Ye Xingchen's figure flashed and instantly appeared behind the demon ape.
The arm of the ancient behemoth strangled the soul-devouring demon ape's neck, pulled it and threw it to the ground, and he sat on it directly.
He punched the demon ape hard on the face.
‘Bang’, ‘Bang’, ‘Bang’…
There was a constant muffled sound.
The Ghost Painter, who was forced into the corner of the Temple of Worship by the Nine Heavens Royal Thunder Art, suddenly froze when he heard the screams of his soul-devouring demon ape, and the angry look on his face.
He moved to avoid the thunderbolts as thick as the mouth of a bowl around him, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he roared, "Little beast, let go of this devil ape."
"The Reincarnation Technique of the Heavens..."
Woohoo!
The ghost painter's eyes were focused, and the ghost energy, evil energy and star power on his body were intertwined, and they burst out in an instant, rising into the sky. Countless ghosts and ghosts screamed and roared, and flew to the top of Ye Xingchen's head, condensing into a
The ghostly ancient stone plate.
It is covered with all kinds of ghostly runes.
"The art of reincarnation? I can't believe that you, a little ghost, are really capable of many tricks." Ye Xingchen sneered twice, and when he saw the ancient stone plate above his head, he crushed it towards him. Although, these'
The Heavenly Reincarnation Technique prevented him from feeling the threat of his life, but no matter what, the opponent was also a strong man in the Emperor Realm and should not be underestimated. He raised his hand and punched the ancient stone plate.
"Hmph, you are overestimating your capabilities. My reincarnation technique is made from the condensed hostility of tens of millions of resentful ghosts. It weighs at least tens of millions of kilograms. I want to take a look at yours.
How amazing is your power, how dare you go head-to-head with this stone plate of reincarnation." The ghost painter said with a mocking look on his face.
"Then open your eyes wide and see clearly... the Emperor's Fist." Ye Xingchen's momentum condensed, the bones in his hands made a crackling sound, and he rushed forward to face the reincarnation stone plate.
Click!
Ye Xingchen's fist hit the reincarnation stone plate, making a crisp sound. The huge stone plate instantly cracked more than a dozen gaps. Seeing this scene, the ghost painter who was still sneering suddenly smiled.
He froze immediately.
When he saw that his reincarnation stone plate was cracked inch by inch.
Its eyes almost popped out.
"No...impossible, me, my reincarnation stone plate." The ghost painter roared angrily. Hearing the screams of those innocent souls, his whole body seemed to go crazy, and he rushed towards Ye Xingchen with bared teeth and claws.
"Hmph, you are overestimating your capabilities and want to die? I will give you a ride." Ye Xingchen's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He raised his hand and pointed, and there was a 'buzz' sound, and a line was louder than the palace pillars.
A thick thunderbolt hit the ghost painter.
The power of this thunder was so terrifying that even Hu Xueyan, Old Sea Otter and others who were far away from each other felt waves of heart palpitations. Damn it, the painter hadn't reacted yet. He wanted to fight Ye Xingchen desperately, so he yelled anxiously.
He stood up and said: "Ghost...Senior Ghost, be careful of the thunder above."
"Thunder?"
Whoosh!
The Ghost Painter, after all, was a strong man in the Imperial Realm. Hearing Hu Xueyan's reminder, he immediately woke up. He didn't even need to raise his head. The aura of the 'thunder' had already made him scared.
"The art of ghost escape..." The ghost painter's momentum condensed, and before the thunder struck down, the whole person, like a ghost, disappeared on the spot.
Rumble!
The thunder struck down, creating a deep pit of seven or eight meters in size in the courtyard of the temple. The ghost painter, who had already escaped several thousand meters away, looked at the pit created by the thunder.
Even though it was accustomed to strong winds and waves, it couldn't help but take a breath of cold air at this moment.
I was shocked and angry inside.
It knew very well that if it hadn't been for Hu Xueyan's warning in time, it would have completely ignored the dangers around it in its rage. If it had been hit by that thunder, I'm afraid that it, a veteran emperor, would have been hit.
This time, even if I was lucky enough to survive, I would at least have to shed several layers of skin.