Chapter 1123

Although Long Xiaoshan at this moment, the blood demon vision on his body had long since faded, his face was unusually pale, because a large amount of qi and blood was consumed, and there was no trickle left of the dantian true yuan, plus the previous fight with the ghost and the ghost, it was completely supported by the explosive state of the blood explosion pill, and now that the effect of the medicine has receded, his body is full of criss-crossing wound fist prints and paw prints, and it seems that a gust of wind can blow it down.

And yet he stood on the top of the mountain.

Look around.

No one dared to look at him.

Everyone bowed their heads.

Even, including those grandmasters, the bearded old man who had always spoken disrespectfully buried his head to death, and almost knelt down, for fear that Long Xiaoshan would notice him.

Even though he was talking behind his back.

But in the face of an invincible powerhouse who is suspected of being congenital, he really can't wait to give himself a mouthful, just because the dragon group caught a junior of you back then, you will talk more, let you talk more!

Tang Leyou was even more trembling, standing there, his hands and feet were cold,

At this time, Fu Xuelan, who was standing beside him, was overjoyed, because she had already seen Long Xiaoshan's demons, so although this battle was still much beyond her imagination, she accepted it the fastest, maybe this is blind worship.

At this time, seeing Tang Leyou's earth-colored appearance, Fu Xuelan, who had always been cold, even had a hint of bad taste, and said, "Tang Gongzi, do you think that Grandmaster Long's victory is very reluctant, and it is not in your eyes." ”

Tang Leyou's face was ugly, not to mention how ugly.

How dare he say a word now, he is flamboyant, but that is because he is noble, talented, and qualified to flamboyant, even in the face of ordinary grandmasters, he is not afraid, but now, even his father bowed his head and did not dare to say a word.

How much more so is he.

He's not stupid.

But reason understands that the grievances in his heart are still unspeakable, and his face is blue and red, and he looks constipated.

Roar!

Nail to the ground by the frost blue mist knife, the constantly burning ghost is still not dead, he roared and struggled, and the resentment in his eyes was deep: "How could my ghost die in your hands, I don't accept it, if it weren't for the fact that I didn't have the weapon at hand, I would have been defeated." ”

"The general of the defeated army, how can he be brave!" Long Xiaoshan sneered and stepped on the ghost ghost.

Although he took advantage of a lot in this battle, such as the Black Nightmare Knife, which extracted a large amount of corpse demonic qi from the ghosts, and for example, his frost blue fog, restrained the evil demons, and all kinds of favorable time and place, so that he defeated the strong with the weak.

But a victory is a victory.

The winner is king, and the loser is the loser.

There is no such thing as absolute fairness in this world.

Could it be that he doesn't need to use the Black Nightmare Knife, and he doesn't need to use the Frost Blue Mist, so he has to fight with his bare hands and ghosts.

It's about fairness.

Why don't you say that the ghost has lived for hundreds of years and cultivated for hundreds of years.

And he was only in his twenties.

Not to mention letting him cultivate for a few hundred more years, even if he is given another ten years, he will have the confidence to pinch the ghost to death with his bare hands.

"Don't give me nonsense, just die. Long Xiaoshan's thoughts, the flames on the long knife rose even more monstrously, and the frost blue mist burned the ghost's body violently, and a large number of corpse demon evil qi was burned into nothingness by the frost blue mist.

His struggles grew weaker and weaker, and his body seemed to turn into a piece of blue ice.

"I'm unwilling, my ghost has been dormant for three hundred years, I escaped from the door when I was beheaded, the whole gate surrounded and suppressed me, I still don't die, my ghost is a man of destiny, how can I die in your hands, I will never die!"

The ghost suddenly roared, cracks appeared in his entire body, and Long Xiaoshan's face changed slightly, and he retreated.

With a bang, the ghost's body exploded completely.

A large amount of corpse qi rolled, instantly corroding the ground into a piece of evil soil, and the frost blue mist had turned into a wall of flame shields, blocking in front of Long Xiaoshan, helping Long Xiaoshan resist the impact of corpse qi.

Long Xiaoshan suddenly felt that something was wrong, urged the eye of heaven, and saw a faint phantom swept out, he immediately understood that it was the remnant soul of the ghost, this guy was really decisive enough, this guy was not dead, he actually blew up his body, and wanted to take the opportunity to slip away.

"Give me death!"

How could Long Xiaoshan let him go, his eyebrows and heavenly eyes were cracked, although he had broken his law just now, and his divine power was almost exhausted, but there were still some remnants, this guy was extremely cunning, and he couldn't let him slip away, so he shot out another divine light with all his might.

The ghost remnant soul is definitely hit hard, and there are still some frozen traces on it, which is the freezing power of Frost Blue Mist, Frost Blue Mist Yan does not burn anything, and it also has great damage to the soul.

A divine light goes down, and the ghosts and remnants are absolutely destroyed.

However, at this moment, a blood shadow actually pounced and helped the ghost remnant soul block the divine light.

"Cang Ming!" Long Xiaoshan was stunned when he saw the blood shadow, that blood shadow was the Black Scale Sect Master Cang Ming, is this guy funny? This also helped the ghost Ming block the gun, didn't he see that he was used as cannon fodder by the ghost ghost before.

But soon, he realized that something was wrong.

Cang Ming's whole body was blood red, and his eyes were even more chaotic, not at all like he had a clear will, Long Xiaoshan even felt that Cang Ming was a bit like the Blood God Son he killed in the ancient tomb.

It's just that it hasn't reached the state of complete blood of the Blood God Son.

Wow!

The remnants of the ghost swept away.

Long Xiaoshan was about to let Frost Blue Mist Yan chase after him.

Cang Ming had already pounced, and Long Xiaoshan could only let Frost Blue Mist Yan entangle with Cang Ming.

The ghost remnant moved extremely fast, and after a few breaths, it disappeared, and in the distance, there seemed to be a resentful voice coming: "Ancestor, I will come back." ”

Long Xiaoshan frowned slightly, put his hands behind his back, and stood there, looking at the direction in which the ghost remnant disappeared.

After a moment, his brow furrowed and he sneered.

He didn't chase it.

One is that he is almost exhausted now, and there is no other means to control the enemy except for the frost blue fog.

Second, the most powerful reliance of the ghost is the body of the golden corpse, and now the body of the golden corpse has been destroyed by him, and a wisp of remnant soul can make any waves.

Ghost cultivation is the most difficult, without a physical body, it is like an endless sea of suffering, without a boat, how can you cross to the other side.

Unless he finds another body and re-cultivates the corpse, but it will take hundreds of years to cultivate into a golden corpse, let alone a drought.

And.

The ghost ran away.

But he left a mark on him.

That was the breath of frost and blue mist.

I'm afraid that the ghost himself doesn't know that his soul has been burned by the frost and blue mist, leaving an indelible aura.

As long as this guy appears, even if he turns to ashes, he will be able to recognize him.

Phew!

Here, the battle didn't last long, the Cang Ming consciousness was chaotic, it was a monster who fought completely by instinct, he didn't have a clear consciousness, he couldn't cast spells, his strength as a ninth-order great spirit master was really limited, and it was not as good as a grandmaster, and it didn't take long for him to be swallowed by the frost blue mist, and the raging blue flame burned on him, instantly freezing it.

(End of chapter)