In the boundless cave, there are heavy dark lights like thick fog, which are so dense that they cannot be separated. The air of death is filled with ghosts and shadows, and there are thrilling howls of ghosts and wolves everywhere. Du Meng and Li Xiangyang are haunted by the hatred of thousands of people. Together, before they could escape, they were trapped by the ghost soldiers and ghost generals who quickly surrounded them. The gentle palm force was like a soft knife without blood, constantly eating away at the remaining vitality of the two of them.
Du Meng and Li Xiangyang used wood energy and water energy respectively, constantly repairing the tattered pipe that everyone complained about, but to no avail. Du Meng saw an abnormal green light emerging on Li Xiangyang's face, and knew something was wrong. This invisible ghost energy is really powerful. I am afraid that before long, Li Xiangyang will become a walking corpse. If he were not a demon clan, demons and ghosts are connected, and they are all hereditary, it would be impossible to resist until now.
But this did not mean that he would be safe and sound. Not far away, the nine layers of dark light behind the head of the white-haired Ghost King actually made the strange black gourd jingle. On the other hand, the many scars on the Ghost King's body were instantly restored, and Jiang Zicheng, who was entangled by the strange tongue, was no longer as energetic as before. Not only that, the taboos in the cave were gradually restored. As long as the ghost king returned to his undefeated and immortal state, Du Meng would inevitably become the flesh of others.
The situation was extremely critical at the moment. The gangs of ghosts beat Li and Du until their whole bodies were in severe pain. Du Meng's eyes flashed with green light and he said: "Team Leader Li, if this continues, we will definitely have no chance of survival. We can only fight for our lives." Fighting."
"Damn it, I have never experienced such cowardice in my life! I wonder what Brother Du is going to do?" Li Xiangyang asked in embarrassment.
Du Meng pointed at the Ghost King with his finger, and then looked at the grievances that bound the two of them. His expression was still cold. Li Xiangyang was so smart. He knew Du Meng's intentions immediately without any explanation. It turned out that Du Meng wanted the two of them to join forces for thousands of years. The pipe of human resentment flew to the top of the Ghost King's head, trying to block the nine layers of dark light, so that the black gourd could have a chance to restrain the Ghost King's taboo. If there was a glimmer of hope, it would not be too late to make plans, but this move was undoubtedly a reckless act of suicide.
Li Xiangyang made a decision without even frowning. He had already made up his mind. It was no wonder that he was the leader of the Renchen team at a young age. Instead of waiting for death, he might as well give it a try!
The two of them got excited and worked together to incite the resentment of thousands of people. Suddenly, billowing and choking black smoke poured out of the tobacco bag. The smoke penetrated into the bodies of the ghosts like dragons and snakes, and the ghost soldiers used every opportunity to penetrate into the bodies of the ghosts. The ghost general was stunned, as if frozen in place.
Li Du took this opportunity to stir up the resentment of thousands of people and flew to the Ghost King's head. He was as fast as lightning, but before he arrived, he felt an inexplicable force field blocking them in front of them. At this moment, the nine layers of dark light behind the Ghost King's head were shining. He fought fiercely with the black gourd, and the area inside was like a death realm, with no room for anything else to get involved.
The white-haired ghost king completely despised them both and continued to torture the dying Jiang Zicheng. Of course, he did not forget to slap the fly on his head. Suddenly, he pushed up with another gentle palm force. Li and Du couldn't help but Vomiting blood, but still holding on and digging in.
Li Xiangyang had no choice but to advance and retreat with Du Meng. He couldn't escape even if he wanted to. Of course, he couldn't care less about life and death. He saw his eyes bursting out with a terrifying look on his face, and he rushed into the nine layers of darkness with all his life. Trying to open a hole, Du Meng also suppressed the pain all over his body and broke through the dark light little by little. Unexpectedly, once he entered the center of the battle between the dark light and the black gourd, he felt dizzy.
"Poof!"
The splendid aurora illuminated the entire crypt. Li Xiangyang couldn't help the violent shock caused by the collision of the magic weapons in the formation. He vomited out blood with a sweet taste in his mouth. His body felt like cramps and bones were being pulled out, and he couldn't exert any strength at all. Du Meng had also already At the end of his strength, he seemed to be following in the footsteps of Li Xiangyang, but he was still struggling to get in. The tens of thousands of people outside were complaining and making open flames, and faint sounds of mourning could be heard.
"Ah! Ah!"
Du Meng stood on the cusp of the storm, like a rocket that kept burning. All the clothes on her body were reduced to ashes, and her fair body became translucent red due to the violent friction. Du Meng endured the unbearable pain and penetrated There are many obstacles, one after another.
While the Ghost King was sucking Jiang Zicheng's essence and blood, he was holding a weird bone gun in his hand. He was about to swing it up and pierce Li and Du into candied haws. Although the force of the gun was not strong with this swing, the incomparable evil spirit was already deep inside. Invading deeply into both of their bodies.
Du Meng's face showed a demonic look, a green light flashed in her eyes, and vertical green pupils appeared. A long letter came out of her mouth, and white jade-like snake scales appeared all over her body, just like a mirror blocking the evil spirit of the Ghost King. The Ghost King raised his head in confusion. After taking a look, the bone gun released a ray of light, instantly shattering the snake scales all over Du Meng's body, causing him to gasp in pain.
"Um?"
The Ghost King suddenly lowered his head, as if he noticed something strange, his back bulged, and suddenly a small hole opened, and a ball of blazing things flew out, and the Ghost King wrapped around Jiang ZichengThe long tongue then fell to the ground, as if it had been cut off by some sharp weapon. Due to this, Jiang Zicheng, who was sucked into a mummy state, fell to the ground. On the contrary, the ghost king's body shrank rapidly, not much different from Jiang Zicheng.
The blazing thing flew around Jiang Zicheng, and soon landed in Jiang Zicheng's left hand. Unexpectedly, as soon as it touched the object, Jiang Zicheng seemed to be inflated, and suddenly regained his full flesh and blood figure. .
Jiang Zicheng secretly cheered up and seemed to be reborn again. He hurriedly looked at the thing in his hand and shouted loudly. It turned out to be a sword with an ancient appearance. However, he saw that the sword was three feet three inches long, one inch wide, and three points thick. The blade was narrow and long. The sharp edge is long and sharp, one side is divided into silver, which is cold and frightening, and the other side is divided into green, which is always like frost. There is a bird seal faintly engraved on the spine of the sword, which is ancient and cannot be identified.
At this moment, it is lamentable that the Ghost King had a good plan and wanted to swallow Jiang Zicheng's green and silver swords. Unexpectedly, he used his own body as a melting pot to refine the two swords into one. In addition, he was attracted by Jiang Zicheng's essence and blood. , broke through the ghost king's dantian, took away a large amount of pure blood, and returned it to Zhao intact.
At such a scene, the white-haired ghost king was unwilling to accept it, and his anger rushed to the top of his head. He hurriedly stretched out his withered strange hands to snatch it. Jiang Zicheng's mind moved. The nameless sword flashed with light and cut off the ghost king's limbs, but no blood was seen flowing out.
Jiang Zicheng held the sword in his left hand, suddenly jumped up, and slashed towards the Ghost King, and the severed limbs miraculously flew up and entangled with Jiang Zicheng. The white-haired Ghost King was as skinny as firewood, but still had unparalleled magic power.
Jiang Zicheng is like a group of rapidly shining light in the sky, rushing back and forth at the speed of a meteor, with deadly moves. He wants to find the ghost king's cover door so that he can rescue the strange butterfly and everyone in his belly and escape from this death place.
On the other hand, Du Meng, after this relaxation, finally broke through the nine layers of darkness and came to the black gourd. However, he felt a splitting headache and his internal organs were about to come out. He was afraid that if he stayed here for a while longer, he and the unconscious Li Xiangyang would be destroyed. The impact caused by the magic weapon was crushed into pieces. Even in this case, the smoke bag did not break away from their bodies, and unknowingly became a barrier between the black gourd and the nine layers of dark light.
The big smoke bag that everyone complained about continued to wail. Under the confrontation between the nine layers of dark light and the black gourd, it seemed that he was not feeling well. He had reached a situation where he wanted to escape but could not. Du Meng was helpless and kicked Li Xiangyang beside him several times. feet, and continued to invade his body with his remaining vitality.
After a long while, Li Xiangyang finally shuddered and regained his consciousness. The natal water energy in his body still filled the air, and together with Du Meng's natal wood energy, they built a small barrier in the resentment of thousands of people, waiting for the opportunity to escape.
"Brother Du, it's really yours. We have really broken into the core area where the two magic weapons are fighting. We don't know whether we are dead or alive." Li Xiangyang said, "Huh? What! The swordsman actually turned over. The situation is promising. Variety!"
¡°Team Leader Li, be careful!¡±
At the moment when Li Xiangyang was distracted, nine layers of dark light gathered together and rushed forward violently. Black light splashed everywhere. Suddenly, a hole was opened in the resentment of thousands of people, and an extreme danger enveloped them. At the critical moment, Li and Du saw the right opportunity and escaped from the hole. With only a slight twist of the nine-fold dark light, the magic weapon Ten Thousand People's Resentment replaced the black gourd and exploded violently, letting out a scream similar to that of an old woman. The sound was heard, and Li and Du also escaped smoothly and were ejected by the shock wave. It was really thrilling. The black gourd broke through the nine layers of dark light, completely suppressing the ghost king's taboo in the cave, and finally broke the white-haired ghost king's immortal spell, but Without the restraint of thousands of people's resentment, the ghost energy, yin energy, evil energy and other negative energy in the cave began to fill up again. The ghost generals and ghost soldiers who were originally immobilized regained their freedom. It is true that there are gains and losses.
One hundred and eight ghosts sensed the taboo changes in the crypt, and swarmed in, trying to kill all the invading enemies. Li and Du were caught with no manpower, so they had to fight and escape, constantly circling in the crypt. Most of the ghosts rushed towards Jiang Zicheng, but this move did not put too much pressure on him. The newly refined sword in his hand was extremely powerful, like an extremely gorgeous sword, the only bright spot in the cave. color.
The more Jiang Zicheng fought, the more energetic he became. The nameless sword was like his other hands, gradually becoming more and more proficient. He once again used the poetic sword skill, which shocked everyone. The entire sword dance was extremely smooth, and the poetry was integrated into the sword's meaning, revealed in the silent place. Murderous intent.
There was a muffled sound in the white-haired Ghost King's nose, and the severed limbs returned to his torso. Moistened by the rich death energy in the underground cave, the Ghost King no longer had a shriveled appearance, but instead had a fierce light in his eyes and clasped his hands. He murmured, and immediately, the ghost soldiers and generals had him as the core, each occupying their position, and assembled into a large (harmonious) magic circle, and its effect was no less than the original taboo.
Li Xiangyang was frightened and thought to himself: "Greed kills people. If I can't get this ghost ring, I will lose my life instead!"
Du Meng had already drawn out the green jade??, be serious. ^-^^-^
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