Chapter 635: Someone from the Netherworld (Page 1/1)

"Here, cast a forbidden spell to summon spirits, how can there be such a good thing in the world, life and death are rich and noble in the sky, and it is easy to reverse, isn't it that everyone is immortal. After Xu Jin felt the mysterious and strange aura emanating from the air, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he muttered in some surprise.

Almost at the same time, the Ancient Demon Wari also seemed to feel a hint of danger, and they all moved away from that mysterious space.

"It's... This is the breath of the Yin Realm!The Upper Realm of the Ghost Clan!" At this time, the ghost lord Yang Jingtian seemed to be aware of it, and stared at the mysterious space with an excited face.

I saw that his figure flashed, turning into a ghostly aura and shooting towards the passage.

The Ancient Demon Wari on the side, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and an expression of watching a joke appeared on his face.

"Woo... Whew..."

Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the corridor, and a large figure shot out and kicked Yang Jingtian's body with a bang.

"Jiji, a little ghost, dares to block the way of the general, I don't know whether I am alive or dead!"

At this time, a silver-colored, long-winged back, bare upper body, red hair and fangs, holding a soul-calming demon bell in his hand, the hideous and vicious Flying Yaksha King was suspended in the air, and the rolling spiritual pressure exuded from his body was not weaker than any peanut perfection monk.

"Boom, it's so lively, the True Demon Realm, the Spirit Realm, plus this seat, the people of the Three Realms are all gathered here today. The Flying Yaksha King swept his senses, looked at the people around him, and finally his eyes stayed on the ancient demon war, as well as Xu Jin and Yu Linglong.

Heaven and earth were silent, as if they could hear a single array, and seeing this strange and hideous Yaksha King, every monk was in a fog, as if they didn't know what kind of ghost this thing was.

"Hmph, it turns out that the Destiny Dao Monk, I hate the Destiny Dao Monk the most, and I actually dare to snatch the Yin Soul from our Yin Si Realm, and be punished!" Finally, the Flying Yaksha King, his eyes flashed, stared at Wang An fiercely, and said angrily.

The next moment, I saw that there were words in his mouth, the yin qi on his body was rolling, and the power of strange laws permeated the heavens and the earth.

I saw that between his every move, it seemed to involve countless ghosts and ghosts, and I could vaguely see that there were countless roaring ghosts and ghosts hovering around him.

The gray soul bells in the hands of the Flying Yaksha buzzed and trembled, and they were suspended in the air with a twist and turn, and countless runes tumbled, and the yin qi was surging, sweeping in all directions.

The soul bells erupted with a mysterious gray light, and with the power of the powerful law, it suddenly fell on the three red, seven green and ten light clusters.

These points of light are the three souls and seven spirits of Pan Jingchen, who were forced by Wang An to use the forbidden technique of the life path, and along the trajectory of fate, combined with the mysterious life path magic weapon of the Wentian book, they were gathered by Wang An alive.

Wang An had already seen the appearance of the Flying Yaksha King, and it stands to reason that so many ghost cultivators collected souls did not attract the attention of the Yin Si Realm.

This time, the appearance of the Flying Yaksha King was not only Pan Jingchen's special soul, but also because he performed the art of life and death, which attracted the attention of the power of the Yin Division, so he sent the Flying Yaksha King to inspect.

"Hmph, Jing Chen, no one can snatch you from me today!" Wang An's eyes were indifferent, and the murderous intent was permeated all over his body.

With a pinch of the magic trick in his hand, when that gray light arrived, the light of the Wentian Book flickered, and Pan Jingchen's three souls and seven spirits were directly sealed in it by Wang An's secret technique.

"Broken!"

Spinning, the golden light on Wang An's body flashed, and he swung out a fist the size of a bowl, and smashed it on the menacing gray mang.

On the one hand, the yin qi is pressing, as if it is from the Nine Hells, and on the other hand, it is domineering and masculine, as if it is a round of the great sun, the two bombard together, boom, the terrifying power is scattered around, and the space is suddenly shattered.

"Looking for death, a little monk of the Dao of Life, if you dare to resist in front of this seat, you will definitely be beaten into the boundless yellow spring of the Yin Division. "The Flying Yaksha, seeing this, burst into a rage and roared angrily.

I saw that the magic trick in his hand moved, and the soul suppression tower suspended in the air was in the wind, and countless unjust ghosts roared and roared, and a sharp cry that made people's scalps tingle was stirred in the air, and the soul of the soul was lost.

The Soul Suppression Tower turned into a hundred zhang in size, and suddenly exploded towards Wang An's head, and the terrifying power of the law destroyed the heavens and the earth, and the mighty power soared into the sky.

"Hmph, get out of here!"

Wang An's face changed, he turned his hand and grabbed it, and the Pangu axe suddenly appeared in his hand.

The secret technique performed by the Holy Maiden Pan Jingchen just now did not improve the power of the bloodline in Wang An's body again, because his bloodline had reached a bottleneck, and it was almost possible to transform again.

However, after accepting the power of Pan Jingchen's bloodline, Wang An could still feel the majestic blood around him, the blood of the ancestor witch was tumbling and agitating, the powerful chaotic power was surging and inexhaustible, and there was a dull pain in the eight veins of the Qi Jing, which seemed to be about to explode.

An axe was slashed out, and a supreme momentum that opened the world was mighty, tumbling and surging, and all the power in Wang An's body seemed to have found an outlet for catharsis.

An axe opens the sky, like a shocking flood!

The dense shadow of the axe filled the air, and it was golden, turning into a hundred-zhang axe, and suddenly landed in the Soul Suppression Tower.

"Dangchang!"

As if it had been hit hard, the Yin Qi surged, and it flew back abruptly. Where the terrifying axe shadow crossed the sky, a spatial ravine was suspended in the air, and the majestic power of space was emanating in the air, and the economy was endless.

"Hey, you've got it... No, what you have in your hand is still a spiritual treasure, no wonder the people in the True Demon Realm and the Spirit Realm are here!Little ghost, give me the axe in your hand, and this seat will spare you from death!"

After finishing speaking, the momentum on his body continued to rise, the yin qi on his body rolled, and the soul suppression tower in his hand was shining, bursting out with a dragon-like yin qi, whistling and rolling.

The Flying Yaksha King's figure flashed, urging the Soul Suppression Tower to suppress Wang An again, as if Mount Tai was pressing on the top, and a force of ten thousand jun suddenly shrouded the heavens and the earth.

At the same time, the power of the law lingered in his body, his back wings flapped, and the next moment he appeared directly in front of Wang An, reaching out to the Pangu axe in Wang An's hand and grabbing it.

"Hmph, Flying Yaksha, you dare! This is what the Ten Thousand Sword Dao Master designates, if you get involved, I don't dare to guarantee that the Dao Master will kill into the Netherworld and kill you to sacrifice to the sky.

Wang An's head jumped wildly, and he suddenly felt a powerful divine sense enveloping his body, and a feeling of suffocation suddenly lingered around his body.

His face changed, and he frantically urged the magic trick, and the majestic power poured into the Pangu Axe.

Yu Linglong and Xu Jin glanced at each other, suddenly spoke, and then flew out with a spirit whip, while Xu Jin looked at the Ancient Demon Wari with a wary expression.

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