The wind roared, the ghost king roared, and his huge body rolled. Although his head was shattered, he was not a physical entity. The rolling ghost energy twisted and wriggled, trying to condense again.
How could Long Xiaoshan give him this opportunity?
The demon-like hands and feet bombarded the Ghost King, and the ghost body continued to shatter under the violent force. The blood and blood of the Blood Demon Sutra that Long Xiaoshan practiced was so powerful, it burned the ghost body like the scorching sun.
The powerful yang energy is the biggest nightmare of evil spirits.
The Ghost King wailed, and the ghost body was covered with holes by Long Xiaoshan. That's not the end. Long Xiaoshan killed his eyes and his eyes were red. More than a hundred acupoints all over his body were lit up. Eight-armed crocodile dragon came from the void.
A roar like a tear-breaking sky and earth.
The huge blood and energy soared into the sky like the smoke of essence and wolf, condensed the phantom of the eight-armed crocodile dragon in the void.
The two extremely thick arms and claws grabbed the Ghost King's shoulders and pulled them out hard. The powerful Ghost King was torn in half like a rag. The boiling blood corroded the Ghost King's broken body, and a large number of
Black gas evaporates.
The ghost king heard the whine from the void, from prosperity to decline, and finally to silence.
Apart from some dissipating ghost energy, there is no trace of the ghost king.
Click!
The Hundred Ghost Banner in the hand of the old Taoist Black Scale Sect fell to the ground. He couldn't believe his eyes. The powerful Ghost King he had raised was actually torn apart. You must know that the Ghost King not only has an attack power comparable to that of the Grandmaster, but also has an immortal body. You can count it.
He can recover if he tore him a hundred times.
But now he can no longer feel the aura of the Ghost King.
It can be seen that the ghost king's spiritual sense was also completely erased.
How is that possible!
Li Huan, Yan Bing and other people from the Dragon Group stared at each other, unbelievable that Long Xiaoshan had summoned lightning and shocked them. Now he tore the Ghost King with bare hands, which cannot be described as horror, especially Long Xiaoshan now
They are still in a state of transformation, with the eight-armed crocodile dragon dying and blood. The cruel aura of the ancient ferocious beasts makes their souls tremble and frightened.
They have never seen people who transformed blood, Hong Xiaojin is one of them, but compared with Hong Xiaojin's transformed person Xiong and Long Xiaoshan, it is simply the difference between a gecko and a crocodile.
Now they realized that Long Xiaoshan didn't fight Hong Xiaojin, because they were not afraid of him, but because they were disdainful of him.
Will you care about an ant on the road swaying you?
How did the team leader invite such a terrifying guy?
Even if you are the team leader, it is difficult to completely erase the Ghost King.
Long Xiaoshan tore the Ghost Queen apart, slowly turned his head, looked at the old Taoist of the Black Scale Sect, and a curved curve appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his smile looked extremely ferocious.
The old Taoist of the Black Scale Sect shivered and his whole body became weak.
Their Black Scale Sect people are notorious in Zhongzhou. In the past, they are the only ones who are scary. How could they be scared? Especially a great spirit master like him, who is even more ferocious. He made a three-year-old child stop crying. Unexpectedly, he was also killed by
A day when people are scared.
The old Taoist of the Black Scale Sect forced himself to support his body. Seeing Long Xiaoshan walking towards him step by step, he pulled out a black knife and roared with a fierce look on his face.
"Stop, don't force me."
Long Xiaoshan seemed to have not heard of it and was still approaching.
The old Taoist of the Black Scale Sect screamed strangely and suddenly inserted the black knife into his chest. He let out a shrill howl, his face twisted, and countless black air swayed on it, as if he was suffering from inhuman torture.
After a while, the old Taoist of the Black Scale Sect, who was already extremely thin, shriveled a lot again, as if he had become a Gulu in the Lord of the Rings.
He drew out the knife suddenly.
The black knife, which was full of blood, seemed to contain an infinite aura of evil.
The old Taoist of the Black Scale Sect stared at Long Xiaoshan with great resentment: "Hei Yan, kill him!"
call out!
A black light shone through the void.
The Black Nightmare Knife instantly stabbed Long Xiaoshan.
Long Xiaoshan felt a terrible sense of tearing. You should know how strong his body was when he activated the Blood Demon Sutra, but this inconspicuous knife actually gave him such a terrible feeling.
Long Xiaoshan stretched out his hand without hesitation and grabbed the Black Nightmare Sword.
Puff!
Its hand was instantly cut.
Blood sputtered out!
The Black Nightmare Sword he caught was not much longer than his fingers, but Long Xiaoshan seemed to be grasping a wild giant beast, and the violent power was about to break free from his control.
Long Xiaoshan was pushed back by the knife, and blood was everywhere on his hands, and a large amount of resentful aura was about to rush into his body along his wound.
Long Xiaoshan roared constantly.
The Blood Demon Sutra has reached its limit.
His arms became more and more swollen and thicker, and magical power surged out of his acupoints, fighting against the endless evil aura of the Black Nightmare Sword. The murderous intent in Long Xiaoshan's eyes condensed as the essence, and blood light was transmitted out, and even
Even the dark hair turned into a blood-red color.
Bang!
His feet finally clamped against the ground tightly, and the sharp claws on his feet were deeply trapped in the ground.
Long Xiaoshan was covered in blood and his face looked extremely ferocious in the blood and he smiled grimly.
Kick!
The black nightmare knife slowly flipped in Long Xiaoshan's hand, with endless evil aura roaring and struggling, as if it was an evil dragon pressed under the body by the eight-armed Shura.
I want to break free, but I can never get rid of that powerful force.
"No, it's impossible." The old Taoist of the Black Scale Sect almost fell down when he saw the Black Nightmare Sword being turned over.
This Black Nightmare Sword is an ancient magic weapon.
Even he couldn't control it. Every time he used the Black Nightmare Sword, he had to sacrifice a lot of his vitality. He had made him survive the pursuit of the Grand Master, and even injured the Grand Master with the Black Nightmare Sword.
It's just that the price is too high.
He would not dare to use this ancient magic weapon until the moment of life and death.
However, now he sacrificed almost half of his life to this terrible magic weapon.
He didn't kill Long Xiaoshan.
Seeing the Black Nightmare Sword turning completely in Long Xiaoshan's hand, a layer of thick blood light as solid as the essence was dyed, Long Xiaoshan smiled and said, "I'll give it back to you."
call out!
He actually threw the Black Nightmare Sword back.
The old Taoist of the Black Scale Sect was scattered and rushed towards the Blood Pool and shouted: "Save--"
Puff!
Before he finished speaking, he had been pierced by the Black Nightmare Knife.
The body fell from mid-air and smashed into the blood pool. The blood pool water was extremely sticky. When the old Taoist fell in, it seemed as if he had fallen into a mud, slowly being swallowed by the plasma.
call!
Long Xiaoshan's hands and feet surged with weakness.
This Black Nightmare Sword is really fierce. Although he was subdued by him, the magical power in the acupoints was almost exhausted, and the light like rice grains was extremely dim.
Long Xiaoshan put away the Blood Demon Sutra, and his finger blades were also taken back, returning to his original state.
He walked up to Li Huan and others and gave each of them a pill.
After Li Huan and others swallowed the pill, their bodies gradually recovered. They hurriedly stood up, and everyone looked at Long Xiaoshan respectfully and fearfully.
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