The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

Facing Murong Bai's true tactic of killing ghosts and gods, the ghost king didn't do any defense, but used offense instead of defense, and also shot out a sword light, but it was beyond everyone's expectations.

In addition to the sixteen magic knives that the ghost king had previously transformed with devilish energy, even though Murong Bai's trick to slay ghosts and gods was really extraordinary and shocked everyone, but with this move, would he be able to use it? Can really stop the ghost king's offensive, now, it has become a little uncertain.

"Junior Brother Zeng..."

Monk Fajue and other heroes of the righteous way clenched their fists and stared closely at the golden-robed Taoist who was facing the ghost king alone with a posture of sacrificing his life and showing a heroic posture, waiting for the final victory.

Life and death, right now.

"boom--"

But just in the next second, the ghost-slaying magic formula from Murong Bai's hand, at a seemingly slow but fast speed, with an indomitable and decisive momentum, finally collided fiercely with the move released by the ghost king.

In an instant, I saw the entanglement of blue and black fairy lights, which disturbed the situation and changed the color, and even caused landslides and ground cracks within a few miles around here, and rocks flew across, just a doomsday scene.

But in an instant, except for the Qingyunmen camp that was covered by the formation, the valley that had already been destroyed by the ghost king completely lost its previous appearance.

Demon energy, sword energy, sword energy, fairy light... plus the dust flying all over the sky, everyone could no longer see the specific situation in the battle.

One can only hear the loud noise coming from it, which means that the confrontation between Murong Bai and the ghost king has not yet been decided at this moment.

Of course, during the surge of mana, Mr. Ghost, who was guarded by the ghost king, had to retreat hundreds of meters away to avoid disaster.

He looked at the billowing smoke and dust that instantly enveloped Ghost King and Murong Bai, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching violently.

"This... is actually the damage that a young boy can cause?"

Mr. Ghost stared closely at the center of the battlefield, his eyes flickering, "If this son survives, at least Qing Yunmen can be kept prosperous for 500 years!"

There was already a murderous intent in his heart.

However, Mr. Ghost thinks that in such a battle situation, with the strength of the ghost king, he will be able to keep his life safe, but Murong Bai is too young, and his foundation is limited after all. I am afraid that after the smoke clears, what he sees should be that The dead body of Zeng Shushu.

"It's a pity."

Sighing lightly, Mr. Ghost quietly waited for the Ghost King to walk out of the battle, without thinking about anything else.

However, the moves that the Ghost King and Murong Bai are using at this moment are all the best in the world, and they all come from the incomparably mysterious heavenly scriptures, so the fluctuations caused by the two of them's counter moves are not so easy to calm down of?

After waiting for quite a while, when the dust faded away, the first thing everyone saw was a huge crater with a depth of several tens of feet, which appeared in the valley that was originally considered verdant.

And when everyone turned their eyes away from the devastation, the two figures standing in mid-air fell into everyone's sight again.

A middle-aged man dressed in a black robe and dressed as a scribe is naturally the King of Ghosts.

But at this time, the ghost king had already lost his original indifferent appearance.

A corner of his robe has been cut, and there is a faint trace of blood on the corner of his lips. Obviously, during the fight just now, the ghost king did not fight easily and smoothly.

He was injured.

The ghost king was injured?This result, which everyone couldn't believe, was clearly placed in front of dozens of pairs of eyes from both the righteous and the demons present, telling the excitement of the previous battle.

It was also because of seeing the ghost king injured that everyone's emotions fluctuated quite a bit. When they came back to their senses, everyone finally remembered the one who dared to challenge the ghost king with his mere strength in the Qing Dynasty. Only then did the disciple of Qing Yun, a top expert, turn his gaze to the golden Dao Ying who was still standing proudly in the air.

"You are very good."

The ghost king didn't pay attention to the blood on the corner of his lips, he just stared at Murong Bai tightly, and only slowly spoke such a short sentence.

However, even though it was just such a short sentence, it already represented the ghost king's affirmation of Murong Bai's strength.

Even though Murong Bai's appearance at the moment looks really messed up, but I don't know how much there is in this mess, Murong Bai did it on purpose.

The dao crown on his head shattered at some point, and at this time, the large piece of clothes on his chest had already been dyed dark red.

The right hand holding the Qingming sword was trembling uncontrollably, but Murong Bai still insisted on standing in mid-air, insisting on blocking the formation, and the front of the group of righteous heroes was like a high mountain.

"Cough cough..."

Facing the ghost king's praise, Murong Bai sneered, but couldn't stop the injury in his body, and suddenly coughed violently.

Seeing the blood gushing out of Murong Bai's mouth, the ghost king shook his head and sighed softly, but the look of approval in his eyes became much stronger, "Back off."

He said slowly to Murong Bai, "You can't stop me, don't give up your life in vain."

Murong Bai said, "So what?"

He has tapped several vital points on his chest, temporarily stopping the injury in his body.

Sensing the sudden bursts of aura from the big formation, his heart moved slightly, and he gave up the plan to raise his true energy again and fight the ghost king again.

After all, Murong Bai personally set up the formation surrounding the Qingyunmen camp, and at this moment through the secret passage behind the camp, there were a few more familiar auras in the area covered by the formation, so Murong Bai could clearly detect it.

He made a dignified gesture, and said righteously to the ghost king, "As long as I have a breath, the ghost king will not want to break through from me."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw streams of light appearing from the sky, and they arrived behind the ghost king in the blink of an eye.

Mr. Ghost, who had retreated more than a hundred meters away, also came to Ghost King's side.

Murong Bai's heart was dark, he raised his eyes hastily to look, but he saw that the figure emerging from the streamer was actually Qinglong, the head of the four holy envoys of the Ghost King Sect, and a group of masters of the Ghost King Sect.

But apart from these few people, there were also Chang Jian, two elders of Qingyun sect, and a few casual cultivators of the righteous way, all of whom were tied up and taken captive, and brought here as well.

what happened?

Murong Bai's thoughts changed sharply, he had just sensed the aura of Taoist Tianyun and Xiao Yicai entering the camp.

Those who came back with them seemed to be Bi Yao and You Ji, after all, Murong Bai had contact with Bi Yao and the others more than once, but they could still clearly identify the aura of Bi Yao and You Ji.