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Chapter 513

Now, what the veteran Taoist never expected was that the person who forced him into a desperate situation turned out to be just a first-level monk in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

All the ghost generals have been sent out long ago, and the few superficial allies do not know whether they are alive or dead, and I am not a Qi practitioner who is good at fighting enemies.

Therefore, there is no choice but to release the ghost king in advance.

The old Taoist secretly gritted his teeth and formed complicated seals with his hands. The black jade bead on the altar suddenly erupted with a strong suction force, swallowing up the terrifying Yin Qi that had been surrounding the top of the mountain.

At the same time, the old Taoist took out an ancient scroll from his arms, endured the great pain in his heart, unfolded the ancient scroll, and then injected spiritual power into it.

The ancient scroll began to emit a faint golden light, and then a huge god-man as tall as three people jumped out of the scroll.

I saw the huge god holding a golden glazed bowl, covering the old Taoist, forming a heavy defense.

Xi Zhong still did not take action rashly. He watched from the sidelines and was amazed when he saw this divine man and the black jade bead that swallowed the Yin Qi.

When the old Taoist saw the golden glazed alms bowl landing, he felt a sense of security in his heart and at the same time felt heartache.

This is a defensive magic weapon that he bought with the spiritual crystals he had saved for many years. Within half an hour, it can withstand the full-force attack of the monks in the Kailuo Realm, but it can only be used once.

The entire black earth mountain's yin energy was swept away.

The black jade ball emits a faint dark light and is extremely round.

The old Taoist bit the tip of his tongue, and a drop of essence and blood dropped onto his hand. A pale color appeared on the old face, and then he used his finger as a pen and the essence and blood as ink to carve runes in front of him.

A blood-red rune floated quietly in front of the old Taoist.

Then the old Taoist clasped his hands together suddenly and shouted in a deep voice: "The blood moon appears, the ghost king breaks the cage!"

The words fell.

The blood-red rune floated into the night, and finally a blood-red red moon emerged.

The blood-red moonlight illuminates the top of the mountain.

"roar!"

The spiritual cage began to expand, and a brutal roar came from it, as if something was preparing to break free.

Xi Zhong murmured: "It looks quite bluffing, but I don't know if that ghost king is powerful or not."

I saw the old Taoist squatting in a strange posture, stretching out his hands, and yelling: "Get out of the cage!"

Bang!

The spiritual cage exploded.

A black ghost king landed on the top of the mountain.

When the cage was broken, the "common people" in the town in the distance stopped their current actions and knelt down toward the top of the black earth Pingtou Mountain, making whimpering noises as if to welcome the monarch.

Inside Huangming Villa.

The driver surnamed Fang smiled bitterly and said: "Sure enough, a ghost king was born."

Su Yaqiu's pretty face turned pale and she asked: "Uncle Fang, what is the realm of the Ghost King?"

The coachman surnamed Fang glanced at the town and saw that the town was still filled with gloomy energy. He said in a deep voice: "The ghost king was born before the age of 16. He was originally supposed to be a ghost king who was stabilized in the Consecrated Light Realm, but his strength should not be strong enough to be in the Consecrated Light Realm.

, at most a half-step to the enlightenment realm..."

Su Yaqiu breathed a sigh of relief, "In this case, wouldn't the senior who is half-step into the enlightenment realm be able to defeat him easily?"

The coachman surnamed Fang shook his head, "It's hard to say. The Ghost King is in the Ghost Nest. With the geographical advantage, his combat power may reach the Consecrated Light Realm."

Su Yaqiu was about to cry, "Then Xi Zhong is in danger, isn't he?"

The coachman surnamed Fang smiled bitterly, "Miss, I don't know if the coachman who is now in the half-step enlightenment realm can beat the ghost king. If he can't, not to mention that boy Xi Zhong, even us and everyone in Huangming Villa will.

I am destined to be buried here."

When Su Yaqiu heard this, she became even more nervous. She could only pray secretly in her heart, hoping that Xi Zhong could return safely, and that the seniors of the Three Realms could also defeat the ghost king and save everyone.

The old scribe on the side sighed, "I don't know what kind of ruthless person he is, but he is willing to arrange such tricks in order to destroy us people."

The Fire Cloud Coachman, who was half-stepping into the Light Realm, felt the fierce aura that suddenly appeared in the distance, and at the same time looked at the mutated ghost generals devouring dozens of the same kind in front of him, and he could only smile bitterly in his heart.

Hope that kid is still alive.



Xi Zhong stared at the black ghost king.

The Ghost King is naked, with blood-red eyes, lingering Yin Qi, and his body is like black iron, indestructible. Just looking at the Qi revealed, it is comparable to a monk in the half-step enlightenment realm.

On the forehead, there is a face of a woman missing half of her cheek. The weirdest thing is that although the woman has her eyes closed, she is grinning in an extremely scary way. On the chest, there are blood-red runes engraved with them.

The old man is connected heart to heart.

The black ghost king opened his bloody mouth, exhaled a breath of cold and turbid air, and fixed his gaze on Xi Zhong.

Xi Zhong was in front of him, his figure was small.

The ghost king was roaring and brutal in the cage, but when he was born, he was extremely quiet.

Obviously, the bloody runes carved on its chest by the old Taoist gave the old Taoist complete control over this black ghost king.

The old Taoist who was huddled in the glass bowl sneered, "Boy, the ghost king you wanted is here, how about it?"

Xi Zhong nodded, "It still feels a little bit worse."

The old Taoist smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. After I swallow your boy, the little Yin Qi nourishment I lack will naturally be made up for."

Xi Zhong geared up, "How about starting?"

Xi Zhong's figure suddenly disappeared.

The old Taoist twitched the corner of his mouth and quickly controlled the Ghost King with his heart. This boy is really unscrupulous.

The moment Xi Zhong disappeared.

The black ghost king didn't need any instructions from the old Taoist, he instantly twisted his body and grabbed his black arm as thick as a tree directly behind him.

Xi Zhong, who suddenly appeared behind the Ghost King, used a "thousand catty drop" and his body fell forcefully, barely evading the Ghost King's grasp.

The moment Xi Zhong landed, the Black Ghost King swept out with one kick.

Xi Zhong did not dodge, but put his arms in front of him to protect him.

Bang!

Xi Zhong slid backwards for a hundred steps before he stopped, with a light red color appearing on his arms.

Xi Zhong shook his hand, feeling that this ghost king was just like that.

This ghost king not only possesses the half-step enlightenment realm cultivation level, but his physical strength is not inferior to those of the half-step enlightenment realm monks who specialize in physical cultivation.

According to Xi Zhong's estimation, the Ghost King's combat power should be able to fight to a tie with an early stage cultivator in the Consecrated Light Realm.

The old Taoist not far away saw the young man waving his hands and sneered inwardly, "Want to rest?"

"roar!"

The Ghost King roared and then charged towards Xi Zhong.

Bang bang bang——

The Ghost King left deep footprints under the soil.

Facing the Ghost King's charge, Xi Zhong put up a boxing stance, his fists heavy and heavy, but he still chose not to dodge or dodge, but to fight head-on.

The old Taoist's eyes were cold, "Looking for death!"

The ghost king has arrived.

Xi Zhong pursed his lips tightly and punched out.

boom!

The fists collided with each other, sending out bursts of turbulent ripples in the air.

Flying sand and rocks.

A tiny monk resisted the tall ghost king with his fists.

Even though the old Taoist was in the glass bowl, he could still feel the power of the young man's punch.

Like a god shaking a mountain.

The old Taoist frowned and cursed in his heart.

Damn it, could this young man really be the reincarnation of the God of War?

The Ghost King was forced to take a step back.

The young man retracted his fist, full of fighting spirit.

"roar!"

The Ghost King was unwilling to give in and continued to hammer down on the young man with both fists, his fists were chaotic and chaotic, as if he was crazy.

The young man's boxing was calm and he punched fiercely.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The fists collided, and there were waves of aftermath every time.

Bang!

Another punch.

The Ghost King's body was slightly tilted back after being beaten.

Xi Zhong’s boxing intention became purer and his fighting spirit became even higher.

Xi Zhong sighed, "It's not that pleasant."

It is indeed not a happy experience, because Xi Zhong has always suppressed his own strength.

Even his physical strength was not fully utilized.

Because once Xi Zhong uses all his strength, the ghost king will be annihilated in an instant.

Xi Zhong didn't want to be too bored, that's why he was like this.

During this trip, all the enemies I encountered were useless and timid trash. They were simply crushing enemies and could not arouse any fighting spirit in Xi Zhong.

The monks we met just now at the foot of Black Earth Mountain and the mountainside were just a little more resistant to fighting than those bandits.

Now, meeting this half-step enlightenment ghost king who had swallowed up an unknown amount of yin energy, Xi Zhong felt a little bit like he could punch.

An ancient book on physical climbing once said: "To cultivate courage, the most important thing is to retreat before fighting. And to hone the ability to break through, the most important thing to avoid is not punching smoothly. So if a physical monk wants to reach the top, the most important thing is to fear a fight to the death.

A tough fight.”

Xi Zhong, who was shirtless, looked at the Ghost King whose aura was becoming more and more violent, stretched out his fists, and his whole body was boiling with fighting spirit. He probably felt that it was almost done.

"roar!"

Ghost King Xi Zhong roared, and the fishy smell hit his face, but he did not continue to punch. His chest was heaving, and the blood-red rune was crumbling.

While the old Taoist suppressed the already furious mood of the Ghost King, he looked at the young man with gloomy eyes.

He was completely sure of it.

Although the young man in front of him has not used any secret techniques to enhance himself, his combat power is definitely not just an ordinary first-level monk of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

That physique and punching power are so strange.

He originally thought that as long as he released the Ghost King, he would be able to crush this weird monk, and then he would just have to wait for the half-step enlightenment monk to arrive. But what he never expected was that the Ghost King not only failed to crush him,

Instead, it fell directly into a disadvantage.

This is unbelievable.

The old Taoist felt heavy in his heart. Did he really have to use all his cards to kill this young man?

But there is another monk who is in the half-step enlightenment realm that has not yet been solved.

Never mind.

The old Taoist gritted his teeth tightly. If he didn't kill this young man, not to mention whether the task could be completed, he might even have to risk his own life here.

In addition, this young man ruined my good deeds and deserved to die!

Looking at the angry expression of the old Taoist, Xi Zhong asked with a smile: "Is the old Taoist ready to die together?"

The old Taoist gritted his teeth and said, "I hope you, the little beast, can still laugh when you are tortured and cut into pieces."

Then he made a circle with his hands and volleyed a little towards the Ghost King.

The blood talisman on the Ghost King's chest gradually disappeared, and the ferocious female face missing half of her cheek suddenly opened her eyes!


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