"I...I'm going?" The ghost painter's face suddenly turned pale, he shrank his neck, and said with a trembling cry: "Master Xuanming, you don't know the tricks of that little beast.
, It’s too weird. When I was in the Immortal King’s Tomb, I suffered losses several times in his hands. Actually, it’s really…”
"Humph, you trash, you are already at the peak of the Emperor Realm, and you are still as timid as a mouse. What is the use of this Immortal asking you to come?"
Gritting his teeth, he said in a cold voice: "Go and find the person, and the immortal will take care of the rest. Don't tell me that you can't even handle this little thing?"
‘Hu’, ‘Hu’, ‘Hu’…
Hearing that he was just looking for someone, the Ghost Painter breathed a sigh of relief and quickly puffed up his chest and said, "Don't worry, Lord Xuanming, I will definitely dig out that little beast."
"You guys, all follow me." The Ghost Painter glanced at the warriors from the small sects, and after giving instructions, he led them to Ye Xingchen's position and walked over quietly.
In his opinion, compared to the dragon souls in the sky, Ye Xingchen, who has many tricks, is more dangerous.
After all, if they encounter the dragon soul, if they can't defeat it, they can still escape. If they take over the job of the "Witch God Palace", they will have to decide whether to win or die with Ye Xingchen.
"..."
Inside the main hall.
A group of guards from the 'Jiang Family' tightly guarded Ye Xingchen, Jiang Jingyue and Jiang Fujia inside. Countless bricks, tiles and sawdust fell down. You could tell without looking that the roof of this hall was.
They were all opened by those dragon souls.
For them, these water mist and demonic aura completely blocked everyone's sight, but the dragon souls in the sky did not have such worries, and even made them more at home. Even the Kun tribe of the Emperor Realm,
These dragon souls can only be discovered when they are close.
"Ye...Brother Ye, be careful, there are two dragon souls on your right, rushing towards you." Jiang Jingyue suddenly exclaimed.
"Can you see them?" Ye Xingchen was slightly startled, and before he had time to think about it, he raised his hand and punched his right hand, snorted coldly, and said: "I want to take a look, you are more powerful.
My "Emperor Fist" is stronger."
"Little Shura, there is another one ahead." The Ghost King said a word, sacrificed his ghost soldiers and rushed forward. Compared with Ye Xingchen and the Shura Ancestor, ghosts like it are in these water mist and evil spirits.
Inside, the facial features are even sharper. Even if the eyes cannot see, as long as the other party is a little closer to it, they will be able to detect it immediately.
"The art of reincarnation, kill..." The Ghost King roared, and the ghost soldier in his hand slashed directly at the dragon soul that was seven or eight hundred meters long.
How powerful is the dragon's body?
Even if only the remnant soul is left, the garbage ghost soldiers in the hands of the Ghost King cannot be easily cut. The one-meter-long ghost knife struck the dragon soul with a crisp sound.
, before it could recover, it saw that the ghost soldier made from demon bones was shattered into two pieces on the spot.
Although these tens of thousands of dragon souls have lost their intelligence, their instinctive talents and methods have not been forgotten. Compared with their combat experience, I am afraid that a hundred ghost kings combined cannot compare with these naturally warlike dragons.
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"Pfft..."
The dragon soul roared low, raised its claws, and struck at the Ghost King.
The terrifying force suddenly smashed a big hole through the Ghost King's chest. Ancestor Shura, who was a few steps behind, saw this scene, his face also changed slightly, he quickly supported it, and said urgently:
"Little Guitou, how are you?"
"No...it's okay, he's not dead yet." The Ghost King resisted the pain in his chest and cursed secretly, "Damn it, these damn dragon souls are still so powerful even though their bones are gone."
"Nonsense, don't be careless. No matter what, these dragon souls were one of the overlords of the world. Even the Immortal King had to be very alert when he encountered them. Just a kid like you, don't think you can get it.
The inheritance of the Lord of the Wheel Hall can be arrogant." Ancestor Shura snorted twice. Seeing the dragon soul rushing over again, he dared not stop. He took the Ghost King with him and turned around towards Ye Xingchen's position.
Escaped.
"Where's the young master?" Seeing that Ye Xingchen was not here, the faces of the Ghost King and the Shura Ancestor suddenly became ugly. Before they could rush out to find someone, the little white-bone beast standing beside him waved impatiently.
He waved his paws and said: "Okay, everyone, be quiet. Didn't you see that the Longhuang Demonic Suppressing Bell is rebelling?"
"Longhuang Demonic Clock?"
"Rebellion?" Whoops!
After hearing what the little white-bone beast said, the Ghost King and Ancestor Shura were immediately dumbfounded.
Everyone in the Jiang family looked at Ye Xingchen who was a few meters away with worried expressions. After the two of them calmed down, they noticed that Ye Xingchen was only eight or nine meters away from them.
The fist-sized Longhuang Demon-Suppressing Bell had swelled to almost the size of a washbasin, completely covering Ye Xingchen's roof.
The 'buzz', 'buzz'-like bell kept ringing.
"Damn Broken Bell, if you do this again, I will fall out with you." Ye Xingchen roared angrily, as if he wanted to throw away the 'Long Huang Demon Suppressing Bell', but this thing was determined to fight with him.
Once we are together, we simply cannot throw them away.
"Young man Ye, stop resisting, isn't it just a little bit of star power?" The little bone beast curled his lips and said angrily.
"Fuck... fart, where is the star power? This bastard is still devouring my essence and blood, Shouyuan." Hearing the comfort from the little bone beast, Ye Xingchen immediately cursed in anger and said: "Let him swallow it again.
, even if this young master does not work as an adult, his cultivation level will still drop to that of an ordinary person."
"Will it also swallow blood essence and life essence?" Jiang Fujia was also dumbfounded, with a dull look on his face, and said: "What kind of treasure is that ancient clock? Is it so evil?"
"It's rare and strange." The little white-bone beast glanced at him and said: "Which treasure refined by the Dragon Clan is not so overbearing? Hey, I didn't eat that kid alive, so that's a sign of mercy from the broken bell.
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"Bai... Uncle Bai Gu, what should we do now?" The Ghost King frowned and said, "You can't just watch it while Young Master is in a stalemate with it, right?"
"What, you want to go up?" The little Bone Beast raised his brows and sneered, "Little devil, don't blame Uncle Bones for not warning you. If he encounters the Longhuang Demonic Suppression Bell, he will suffer a little loss at most.
Essence and blood, the cultivation level has dropped by several levels, if it were us people who dared to get close to it, even one bite would be swallowed by it, even the bones and dregs would be left."
"Hmph, Dragon Ancestor's treasure, what do you think?" The little white-bone beast licked his lips and whispered, "I remember, isn't this thing sealed? I'm awake now, and I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.