Chapter 192

The yin wind shouted, the ghost king roared, and his huge body rolled, although his head was smashed to pieces, he was not an entity, and the rolling ghost qi twisted and wriggled, trying to condense again.

How could Long Xiaoshan give him this opportunity.

The hands and feet of the demon bombarded the ghost king's body, and the ghost body continued to collapse under the violent power, and the blood and blood of the Blood Demon Sutra cultivated by Long Xiaoshan were so powerful, like the scorching sun, scorching the ghost body.

Powerful yang energy is the devil's greatest nightmare.

The ghost king wailed, the ghost body was bombarded by Long Xiaoshan, this is not the end, Long Xiaoshan's eyes were blood-red, more than a hundred acupuncture stars around him were all lit up, and the eight-armed crocodile dragon roared like tearing the sky and the earth came from the void.

The huge blood qi rushed up into the sky like essence wolf smoke, condensing the eight-armed crocodile dragon phantom in the void.

Two extremely thick arms and claws grabbed the ghost king's shoulders, pulled it out, stabbed, the extremely powerful ghost king, it was like a rag being torn in half, the boiling blood corroded the ghost king's broken body, and a large amount of black gas evaporated.

There was a wail from the Ghost King in the void, from prosperity to decline, and finally to silence.

Except for some drifting ghost energy, there is no trace of the ghost king.

Smack!

The Hundred Ghost Banner in the hands of the old Taoist of the Black Scale Gate fell to the ground, he couldn't believe his eyes, the powerful Ghost King he had cultivated was actually torn apart, you must know that the Ghost King is not only comparable to the Grandmaster's attack power, but also an immortal body, even if you tear him a hundred times, he can recover.

But now he could no longer feel the breath of the Ghost King.

It can be seen that the divine consciousness of the ghost king has also been completely wiped out.

How can it be!

Li Huan, Yan Bing and the other people of the dragon group widened their eyes even more, unbelievable, Long Xiaoshan had already shocked them by summoning thunder and lightning before, and now they were tearing the ghost king with their bare hands, which could not be described as terrifying, especially now Long Xiaoshan was still in a state of transformation, the eight-armed crocodile dragon was full of blood, and the brutal aura of the primeval beast made their souls tremble.

It's not that they haven't seen people who have transformed into bloodlines, Hong Xiaojin is one of them, but compared to Long Xiaoshan, the human bear transformed by Hong Xiaojin is simply the difference between a gecko and a crocodile.

Now they know that Long Xiaoshan doesn't fight with Hong Xiaojin, not because he is afraid of him, but because people don't disdain him at all.

Do you care if an ant spreads its teeth and claws with you on the road?

How did the team leader invite such a terrifying guy?

It's the team leader.,If you want to tear the ghost king alive.,It's hard to completely wipe it out.。

After Long Xiaoshan tore the ghost queen, he slowly turned his head and looked at the old man of the Black Scale Gate, the corners of his mouth curled, and his smile looked unusually vicious.

The old man of the Black Scale Gate shuddered, and his whole body went soft.

The people of their Black Scale Sect are notorious in Zhongzhou, and they are usually only scary, how can they be frightened, especially a great spirit master like him, who is even more vicious, making a three-year-old child stop crying, but he didn't expect to be scared one day.

The old man of the Black Scale Gate held his body strongly, and when he saw Long Xiaoshan walking towards him step by step, he pulled out a black knife and roared fiercely.

"Stop, don't push me. ”

Long Xiaoshan didn't hear it, and he still kept approaching.

The old man of the Black Scale Gate screamed, and slammed the black knife into his chest, he let out a terrible howl, his face was distorted, and countless black qi swirled on it, as if he was suffering inhuman torture.

A moment later, the already thin old road of the Black Scale Gate shriveled up again, as if it had become a grunt in The Lord of the Rings.

He jerked out his knife.

The blood-soaked black knife seemed to contain an infinite evil aura.

The old man of the Black Scale Gate stared at Long Xiaoshan with great resentment: "Black Nightmare, kill him!"

Shout!

A black light streaked across the void.

The Black Nightmare Knife instantly stabbed in front of Long Xiaoshan.

Long Xiaoshan felt a terrible tearing feeling, you must know how strong his flesh was when he was urging the Blood Demon Sutra now, but this inconspicuous knife actually gave him such a terrifying feeling.

Without hesitation, Long Xiaoshan stretched out his hand and grabbed the Black Nightmare Knife.

Poof!

Its hand was split in an instant.

Blood splattered out!

The Black Nightmare Knife that he grabbed was not much longer than a finger, but Long Xiaoshan seemed to be grasping a wild beast, and the violent force wanted to break free from his control.

Long Xiaoshan was pushed backwards by this knife, blood overflowed on his hands, and a large amount of resentful aura was about to rush into his body along his wounds.

Long Xiaoshan roared continuously.

The Blood Demon Sutra was urged to the limit.

His arms swelled more and more, and the supernatural power surged out from his acupoint, fighting with the infinite evil aura on the Black Nightmare Knife, the killing intent in Long Xiaoshan's eyes condensed like substance, and the blood light was transmitted throughout, and even the pitch-black hair turned into a blood-red color.

Boom!

His feet finally clasped the ground, and the claws on the soles of his feet sank deep into the ground.

Long Xiaoshan was covered in blood, and his face looked extremely hideous in the blood, and he laughed fiercely.

Click!

The black tare knife slowly flipped in Long Xiaoshan's hand, and the infinite evil qi on it was roaring and struggling, as if it was an evil dragon pressed under the eight-armed Shura.

I want to break free, but I can't get rid of that powerful force.

"No, it can't be. The old man of the Black Scale Gate almost fell out of his eyes when he saw the Black Nightmare Knife that was gradually turned over.

This Black Nightmare Knife is an ancient magic weapon.

Even he couldn't control it, and every time he used the Black Nightmare Knife, he had to sacrifice a large amount of his own life force, and once let him survive the pursuit of the Great Grandmaster, and even injured the Great Grandmaster with the Black Nightmare Knife.

It's just too much to pay.

At the moment of life and death, he didn't dare to use this ancient magic weapon.

Now, however, he had sacrificed almost half of his life to this terrible weapon.

actually didn't kill Long Xiaoshan.

Seeing that the Black Nightmare Knife had been completely flipped over in Long Xiaoshan's hand, and it was dyed with a layer of blood light as thick as substance, Long Xiaoshan smiled solemnly: "Give it back to you." ”

Shout!

The Nightmare Knife was actually thrown back by him.

The old Dao of the Black Scale Gate was scattered, and he rushed towards the blood pool and shouted: "Help-"

Poof!

Before he could finish speaking, he had been pierced by the Nightmare Knife.

The body fell from mid-air and smashed into the blood pool, the blood pool water was extremely viscous, and Lao Dao fell into it, as if he had fallen into a mire, and was slowly swallowed by the blood plasma.

Call!

Long Xiaoshan's hands and feet swelled with weakness.

This black nightmare knife is really fierce, although it was subdued by him, but the supernatural power in the acupoint was almost consumed, and the light like a grain of rice was extremely dim.

Long Xiaoshan put away the Blood Demon Sutra, and the scales and armor on his body and the finger blades were also taken back and restored to their original state.

He walked up to Li Huan and the others and gave each of them a pill.

After Li Huan and the others swallowed the pill, their bodies gradually recovered, and they hurriedly stood up, all of them looking at Long Xiaoshan respectfully and fearfully.

(New Year's Eve continues to change, New Year's new atmosphere, Chinese New Year's Eve, everyone eats and drinks well, Lao Xiao wishes everyone good luck in the east, smooth in the south, peace in the west, no worries in the north, there is health, the left is the source, the right is developed, there are lucky stars in the front, there are Bodhisattvas in the back, the inner accumulation of thousands of gold, good luck for the layman! Happy New Year!!)

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