Celestial

The ghost king's eyebrows were drooping, and it looked old, and the surface of the ghost's body was covered with folds. At the moment, he was sitting on a throne where countless skulls gathered, reaching out his dry claws, and grabbed the earth to the ground.

With the ghost king's shot, under the earth, a ray of black gas seemed to be grabbed and pulled out...

Lin Fei frowned and looked at the old ghost king. He always felt that this place seemed to have been heard...

"Strange..." Just when Lin Fei wanted to recall, when he heard who had said this place, he suddenly saw that the place where the ghost king had evacuated the black gas, there was an ancient corpse with a majestic face and wearing Coronet, Lin Fei's face changed suddenly, just want to see more clearly, but the old ghost king suddenly opened his eyes...

Looking through the picture, Lin Fei looked at him, and suddenly the infinite green light flashed through the faint green eyes.

A flying knife emerged from the picture, it seemed to fly out of the picture and cut it out. Even if the thorny awn was separated by a picture, Lin Fei felt that the whole body was cold, the body shivered involuntarily, and the hair was bursting, just like It's a small animal that has encountered a fatal crisis that is difficult to resist...

At the moment Daoman flew out, Lin Fei bit his tongue, snorted, and screamed through the quiet sword air, and the sword air chopped towards the picture in front of him.

Once the sword is cut, the yin and yang are divided, and the picture is broken and subject to surrender. It is like being forcibly separated by yin and yang. The picture is broken, and the deadly sense of crisis also disappears.

But as the picture was broken, the fragments of the last picture were the eyes of the ghost king filled with light, and the old voice slowly drifted out: "When the sea meets, it will come to take your life."

As the voice did not fall, all the fragments of the picture disappeared.

At this time, Lin Fei just dabbed behind his back, and the sweaty beans on his forehead kept dripping.

After a while, Lin Fei slowly exhaled: "A little careless..."

Lin Fei spit out a word, and sat down staggered, with a ray of black in her pale complexion.

This time, I didn't even think of Lin Fei. The ghost king who appeared in Jianshan before was actually just an incarnation...

If it weren't for the congenital black gas to swallow the ghosts and spirits, and let that trace of memory fall into the underworld, I was afraid it would take a long time to know that the old man standing among the mountains and drawing black gas from an ancient corpse The figure is the real ghost king...

This ghost king's real strength is afraid that it will be more than ten times stronger than his previous estimate...

In addition, there is the town magic weapon of the Nether Sect in his hand. If it is encountered in person, it will definitely be a dead end. There is no excuse for it. If the reaction was a little faster just now, the yin and yang will be cut off with the sword energy. Break the connection between the two through the painting, and say that the ghost king will die with a knife in the air...

Lin Fei thought a thousand times, and suddenly groaned, the black color on the door was thicker, and a ghost floated up the door, turning into a spooky roaring ghost face.

Between the surging of Zhenyuan, it poured into the body and turned into a big mill, constantly grinding away that ghost gas, and the ghost gas turned into a grim one-horned ghost head. Can't be ground.

The four sword qi in the body were mobilized to join them together, but there was a flash of sword on the horn of the ghost head transformed by the ghost qi, and he resisted Lin Fei's four sword qi coercively.

After a stalemate, the ghost head reverted to ghost gas and shrunk into a ball. The core was looming. No matter how it was done, this ghost gas could not be completely dispelled, and it could only be suppressed temporarily.

After a scent of incense, Lin Fei's ghostly sword cast on the door dissipated and was completely suppressed, but Lin Fei's face was a bit ugly...

The ghost king acted very spicyly and decisively, and in a moment of awareness, he directly sacrificed the Hua Wu Fei Dao to cut it out, even though the power of the Hua Wu Fei Dao could not be passed through that picture, but the Ghost King also took advantage of it. When I broke the picture, I made a roundabout. With the connection with the eccentric ghost, there was a trace of the power of the flying knife...

If this ghost spirit could kill him, it would be good to kill him, even if he could not kill him, he would be able to entangle Lin Fei's body.

In the body, the ghost king's ghost gas is entrenched and cannot be dispelled. Then the ghost king can follow this ghost gas at any time, and there is no possibility of avoiding...

"At the time of the sea meeting, I'm afraid it's very troublesome..." Lin Fei said to himself, turned his head and saw the eight evil spirits array outside, and for a moment, Lin Fei seemed to think of something, looking at the eight evil spirits. Baozhen sneered: "Since you will come when the sea meets, then you will be given a big gift."

Turning out of the backyard, Jiang Li and the paradigm quickly ushered in.

"Brother Lin, you are finally out, congratulations on the advanced life and soul..." The paradigm smiled and congratulated.

Last night, the fire in the backyard soared into the sky, but there was no half-fire. The fire came from the heart a little closer. Everyone knows that this is someone who is crossing the fire, and Lin Fei looks ruddy, the breath is stable, and the fire is safe. Too.

At this time, Jiang Li also turned his eyes and leaned over to Lin Fei: "Uncle Lin, I had a good rest last night..."

Lin Fei glanced at Jiang Li. Last night, he went to the fire to kill the ghosts. The entire backyard was almost demolished. Rest?

"Say something directly."

"Hey, Uncle Lin, you see, business is so good now, shall we cast more swords every day?"

Jiang Li rubbed his hands and had a pain in his face. Zhujianfang sold ten swords a day, and the thunder couldn't move, but the people who wanted to buy swords were far more than that. Watching so many spirit stones lined up outside, they couldn't put them. Packing imported bags, Jiang Li is a bit bad...

"Not in a hurry..." Lin Fei shook his head and did not mention the matter of casting a sword. He just patted Jiang Li's shoulder: "Yes, you come here, I will pass you a swordsmanship."

"Ah, Yu Jianshu?" Jiang Li was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of surprise: "Uncle Lin, are you going to pass me a Yu Jianshu?"

Jiang Li knows that although this Uncle Lin has not made many shots, but to say strength, it is absolutely unfathomable, is An Zijie powerful enough? The No. 1 inner disciple of Youming Sect, who was only a step away from the truth, was in front of the uncle Lin, and even before his hands, he was cut off by a sword.

Oh, right……

There is also Zhao Sihai, that’s the true biography of Qianshan Zong. I heard that the ranking is not low. What happened? I met Uncle Lin and the cat and the cat. The people who heard Qian Shanzong said that Zhao Sihai was in Lin before Uncle had suffered a loss in his hand. I didn’t say what the loss was, but I heard that Zhao Sihai had fled back like a ghost, and almost destroyed the mountain array...

Such characters, actually want to pass on their own swordsmanship?