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Ending the affairs of the king and the world Chapter 58 No resistance

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    Update time: 2013-01-01

    "The ghost ring is not within the reach of you nameless demons and immortals. Go back to your lair! Don't get involved in these causes and effects, and be careful of your hard-earned practice!"

    The Ghost King smiled angrily, his eyes full of contempt, and then he opened his mouth and spit out a cloud of turbid air, blowing away the complaints of thousands of people in an instant. The big smoke bag kept rolling in the air, rolled into a thin ball and kept shuttling around,  It was actually as sharp as the tip of a needle and hit many ghost soldiers and generals.

    Du Meng never expected that this big tobacco bag called "The Revenge of Ten Thousand People" was most likely the incarnation of the old lady Hei. She didn't know if she was here to help her or to get a share of the pie, but she was still careful.  Wonderful, the most important issue at the moment is to break the ghost ring's incarnation and seize control of the ghost soldiers and ghost generals.

    The nine layers of dark light behind the head of the white-haired ghost king were like chains that bound the body and soul, trapping everyone in the formation. Jiang Zicheng was very busy, and the sword energy in his left hand was flying up and down. The dark light was very  It was true that it seemed to have an extremely strong gravity, which slowed down Jiang Zicheng's sword. On the contrary, the ghosts were nourished by the dark light, and they all rushed like chickens with blood, and struck fiercely.

    Du Meng and Li Xiangyang faced the enemy back to back. The dark light kept hitting them, and their steps gradually became heavier. Although Li Xiangyang was born with supernatural powers and was a promising young man, he gradually noticed that the frequency of his punches was increasing.  Slower and slower, so that in the end, every punch felt like a mountain pressing on his neck, which was simply a huge amount of pressure.

    The situation of Du Meng and Li Xiangyang was not much different. Every time he danced the jade sword, he had to mobilize all the meridians in his body. He consumed too much real energy and was so exhausted that he was sweating profusely. Everyone complained about avoiding the attack of the ghost king.  He quickly flew over to Du Meng's side, opened and closed the mouth of his pipe, inhaled a lot of resentment and dark light, and allowed them to move again, restored to their original state, and said in a human voice: "Du Meng, this pipe of mine can absorb everything in the world.  With all kinds of grievances, when the left-handed swordsman uses the black gourd to break through the ghost ring, he must be the first to take the lead. This ghost ring will be a great help to the revival of my horse sect, so don't let others take the advantage!"

    "yes."

    Du Meng responded softly and didn't say much. Instead, Li Xiangyang cursed secretly: "Hmph, I just said that the imperial court canonizing these monsters will only be counterproductive. Not only will it not please you, but it will make you look embarrassed.  The fall of the dynasty, especially Jingjian! Hehe, this opportunity will naturally fall into the hands of the imperial court!"

    At this time, Jiang Zicheng seemed to be in his own world, not noticing other people or things at all. Could it be that he didn't notice?  The nine layers of dark light behind the Ghost King's head concentrated on fighting the black gourd hanging above his head, because the inexplicable appearance of the gourd greatly suppressed the Ghost King's undefeated status, allowing Jiang Zicheng's attack range to continue to shrink, and even killed the Ghost King.  in front of.

    Du and Li were constantly interfering with the Ghost King on the edge, using the special power of Wanren Yuan to absorb a large amount of resentment and dark light. They were all waiting for the moment to seize the ghost ring. Wanren Yuan absorbed a large amount of resentment.  She actually let out a weird laugh that sounded like both an old lady and a night owl, which made people shudder and make their backs feel numb.

    Jiang Zicheng continued to go deeper and directly challenged the Ghost King face to face. Unfortunately, his invisible sword energy was still far behind the Ghost King's tangible bone gun. Even though his swordsmanship was superior, the green and silver swords were the Ghost King's meal, and he could not use his full capabilities.  kendo strength.

    "If you are in danger alone, you must have strength!"

    Jiang Zicheng¡¯s left-hand air sword caused a certain amount of damage to the ghost king¡¯s body, but once the air sword touched the bone gun, it would become dim and appear and disappear.  Jiang Zicheng noticed the clues and tried his best to avoid confrontation with the ghost king's weapons, fearing that the bloody odor on the bone gun would contaminate his sword energy and make him lose the only weapon in his hand.

    The Ghost King's body made another series of clicking sounds, and several large blood holes suddenly appeared in his chest. Red light burst out, and a large cloud of blood mist came out. Jiang Zicheng's eyes lit up, and he quickly jumped back, turning his whole body, trying to break through the blood mist.  The package is sonorous!  The Bone Gun was summoned, and Jiang Zicheng subconsciously used his Qi Sword. Countless red lines shot out from the gun barrel, completely polluting his sword Qi.

    Jiang Zicheng had no choice but to put away his Qi sword and withdraw from the formation to wait for another opportunity. However, the Ghost King would not let him go easily. Countless tough and huge tentacles were already chasing him. Jiang Zicheng's body skills were flexible and he kept jumping, running, crouching, and lying down.  , avoiding the dense network of tentacles.

    The ghost soldiers and generals did not slack off, and most of them were besieging Jiang Zicheng. Even the true immortals in the sky were overwhelmed by this formation. It really gave them enough face. Within a few rounds, the ghost king's huge tentacles took advantage of Jiang Zicheng's temporary weakness and tied them to each other.  His limbs were caught, hung upside down in mid-air, and tied up.

    When Du Meng saw this, she raised her legs and rushed forward to rescue Jiang Zicheng. However, her vision went dark, and she faintly heard the sound of ghosts crying. It was the curtain of tens of thousands of people's complaints that spread out.Blocking his way, Li Xiangyang looked on coldly, as if the matter had nothing to do with him. Du Meng asked: "Hei Daxian, what is this?"

    "Don't meddle in other people's business, we just need to get that ring." The voice of the black old lady came out calmly from the crowd of complaints.

    "But if he dies, we will have no chance." Du Meng said in confusion.

    Ten Thousand People's Resentment never made any sound anymore. It just blocked the two of them like a barrier. The bag bulged and deflated, absorbing the resentment released by the Ghost King wantonly.  Du Meng had no intention of forcibly breaking through the blockade of mass resentment. His green eyes turned dexterously, watching Jiang Zicheng's every move closely.

    The Ghost King shrugged his nose and seemed to be very angry at the behavior that was complained by thousands of people. He stared angrily and shouted: "I will let you suck as much as you want!"

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? As soon as he finished speaking, boundless resentment swarmed in, making a harsh and strange sound, and the rocks on the ground turned into powder.

    The environment around Du Meng and others suddenly changed. The bulging pipe suddenly swelled dozens of times and was in danger of breaking. Suddenly, a scream came out, which turned out to be the voice of the old black lady.  There are already many holes in the bag of human resentment, and black resentment is leaking out (harmony).

    Whoosh, whoosh!

    At the moment when the resentment was completely shattered, the crowd quickly formed a circle and tightly surrounded Du Meng and Li Xiangyang as they flew into the air, dodging left and right, no longer daring to provoke the Ghost King without any hindrance.  But the Ghost King did not continue to pursue Du Meng and his gang, and seemed to be more interested in Jiang Zicheng.

    The white-haired ghost king looked at Jiang Zicheng who was being pulled by various tentacles. His face was indescribably proud. He made a sound in his mouth, and his tongue was like a long red snake, slowly stretching out and shaking in front of his chest.  Swinging, Jiang Zicheng showed no fear, letting the Ghost King's long tongue wrap around his body.

    Jiang Zicheng's star eyes flashed with a silver light, and countless sharp sword energy shot out from the pores around his body, twisting his tentacles to pieces. Bloody hands fell like red rain. Jiang Zicheng was like a little silver light, and he was about to jump out of the ghost king's palm.

    "go!"

    The ghost king's long tongue turned into a ray of red light, which seemed to be a moment or two faster than Jiang Zicheng. It wrapped around Jiang Zicheng's neck like a snake coiling a tree, and hung it alive in the sky. However, Jiang Zicheng's face was ferocious, with blue veins emerging, and his hands were pulling desperately.  The tongue outside the neck makes it difficult to breathe and his life hangs by a thread.

    "Hey Hey!"

    The Ghost King had a look of joy on his face, and his tongue wrapped around Jiang Zicheng's neck again, making a sharp friction sound between bones. Jiang Zicheng's face became as pale as snow, without blood, but the Ghost King's red tongue became darker and darker.  Turning red, Jiang Zicheng's hands finally dropped weakly, leaving only those beautiful eyes staring at him.

    "It's over, it's over."

    Li Xiangyang looked at the dying Jiang Zicheng and thought that he might be the next one. He began to feel anxious and looked around, hoping to find something.  Du Meng also looked surprised. He didn't expect the white-haired ghost king to be so invincible. He murmured: "Hei Daxian, I'm afraid I can't get this ghost ring. How can we escape?"

    "Eat! Huff!" Wanwanxin carefully absorbed the grievances and kept repairing the holes in the cigarette bag. From inside, the ambiguous voice of the black old lady slowly came out, saying: "If you don't give up, it will be difficult to get out of the battle! What's next?  It just depends on your luck!"

    "Hey! Are you telling us to wait for death? Is there really nothing we can do?"

    Li Xiangyang shouted loudly and questioned for a long time, but no one made any sound despite the complaints. He swept his spiritual consciousness into the tobacco bag and found no incarnation left by the black old lady in it. It turned out that she had already absorbed enough resentment and ran away.

    ¡°Yes, we are both completely finished now.¡±

    Du Meng had no time to consider the intentions of the old lady Hei. Even when she left without saying goodbye, Jiang Zicheng not far away was about to be sucked into a mummy by the ghost king, and the only bit of life was also disappearing.

    "Are you crazy? What are you doing!"

    " Du Meng ignored Li Xiangyang's scolding, and actually held a green jade sword to kill the Ghost King. Somehow, the barrier-like mass of resentment also moved with him, and by the way, he rushed over with Li Xiangyang.  With the protection of thousands of people's grievances, ghosts, soldiers and ghosts can't get close to them, and those grievances can't be infected.

    Li Xiangyang almost felt regretful in his intestines. In order to survive, he had to resort to all possible means and join forces with Du Meng to make a bet.

    In the eyes of the Ghost King, Du Meng and Li Xiangyang are like frail children, vulnerable to a single blow!  The Ghost King turned around, stretched out his hands, and struck out with his huge palms like cattail fans. The scarlet shadow of his palms struck against the wind, slamming against the smoke bag that was surrounded by them.

    " Ten Thousand People's Complaint is as soft as a sponge, taking away most of the Ghost King's palm power. Countless terrifying palm prints are carved on the tobacco bag. They are fleeting, but the invisibleThe force still penetrated all the obstacles and hit the two of them, causing waves of discomfort.

    Du Meng's green light and Li Xiangyang's blue water vapor continued to bloom brightly. Li Xiangyang said hurriedly: "Ahem! No, the Yin energy keeps accumulating on us. Before long, we will lose all our magic power.  Like a ghost!"

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