Sword Master Ling Tian

"Taozhishan?" Na Lu Bu shook his head when he heard the words, "Never heard of this place name, it is not enough for Brother Ling, you just said, cooperate with this Jialuo Wudi!? How is this possible, who is this Jialuo Wudi! and Isn't she cooperating with the tiger for skin?"

Lu Fu was nervous.

"No way, I have no reason to refuse. Now only she knows the whereabouts of your father and my avatar."

"I don't care what her ultimate goal is, but at least for now, we can use each other. You only need to protect yourself."

Ling Tian walked in the air.

The future is unknown, and now I can only take one step to see.

"Ok!"

Lu Bu nodded, "As long as we can rescue A-daddy, anything will do. In fact, if our Majesty Ye Qing was here, that wouldn't be the case."

"Sang Gong, this Jialuo has a lot of uncomfortable feelings for me."

"Is there really no problem working with her?"

At this moment, Ji Jiuyou said suddenly.

"Hehe, don't doubt me later, we are only working together temporarily, if I want to do to you, I will do it to you a long time ago."

"I just arranged the big formation, didn't you also not notice it?"

"My Jialuo's name may not be very good in your imagination, but I still don't really do anything to you. After all, I am also the Wudi of the ghost clan!"

"What's more, you have the Devil's Lotus on your body. The previous owner of this thing has a good relationship with me."

At this moment, Jialuo in front of the army suddenly spoke.

This made Ji Jiuyou pursed his lips and did not speak any more.

"Relax. With me, nothing will happen."

Ling Tian patted Ji Jiuyou on the shoulder.

Taozhi Mountain, where the Eastern Ghost Emperor was located, was indeed far away.

The army walked through the void, surging for a full month, and then slowly stopped.

At this time, the space here is already full of terrifying storms of chaos.

Compared with the place where they just entered, the world here is more like a time and space that has not yet been evolved and consolidated.

Moreover, along the way, that spiritual wisdom was lost, but the combat power was extremely powerful ghosts, and there were more and more ghosts.

When it comes to Taozhi Mountain, the number of layers is endless, and the number can sometimes reach tens of thousands.

In this way, Ling Tian understood why Jialuo had to take the ghost tribe army.

According to Jialuo, this Taozhi Mountain is just the first stop on Huangquan Road, and there will be more and stronger ghosts in the army!

Ling Tian just nodded and didn't say much.

"Hehe, here, there is Taozhishan. The last time I played against the ghost emperor Shentu was more than six hundred years ago."

"At that time, Haotian also came to see me, but I was in Taozhishan at that time and didn't see him."

Jialuo seemed to say casually.

But Ling Tian frowned, "Haotian came more than six hundred years ago?"

"Yes!"

Ling Tian took a deep breath, judging from the time that Haotian came to Jialuo that time should be to go to the Emperor Qingxiao's tomb.

"How is Shen Tu's combat power?"

Ling Tian changed the subject, he was not sure whether Jialuo knew about the Emperor Qingxiao's tomb.

It's better not to say.

"It's acceptable, Emperor Wu's cultivation base, Emperor Wu of the Sifang is the weakest. He made a tie with me six hundred years ago. I don't know how it is now."

Jialuo dragged the magic weapon ghost building and said lightly.

"Tie with you, or the weakest of the Sifang Wudi?"

But Ling Tian raised his eyebrows, "Why didn't you say it before? Shentu is the weakest, so if we want to go to Huangquan, don't we have to pass three passes?"

"Perhaps, this is your real purpose for letting me cooperate with you!? Use me as a gunman?"

"Otherwise? I'll give you the news you want, and then, will you accompany me to see the scenery?"

"Or, you regret it and want to quit?"

Jialuo looked at Ling Tian horizontally.

"It's not necessary to withdraw, but Sifang Wudi's combat power is extraordinary. You have to raise!"

"Hmph, don't come to this set, it's all left over from my play, anyway, without me, you don't want to rescue Lu Bu's father and your clone, at least until Huangquan, you and I are all in the same boat!" Jia Luoleng hum.

"I can't handle you."

Ling Tian curled his lips.

Playing routines, he really is not the opponent of these old monsters.

"Then be bullshit, let's go on, this is my official declaration of war between Jialuo and these miscellaneous things!"

"Just take this Shen Tu to get a knife!"

"Humph!"

Emperor Jialuo Wu directly tore the endless storm above the sky and descended before Taozhi Mountain.

"Ghost, the horn of **** starts!"

With Jialuo's sweet drink, an army of millions of ghost tribes appeared under the sky, hundreds of huge **** horns were raised high, and a scream of ghosts resembling from Jiuyou Hell sounded, shaking the earth.

The sound of this horn was extremely breathtaking, and Lu Bu and others felt boundlessly depressed in their hearts.

The oppression of Emperor Jialuo Wu personally led a large army, not any major force can resist, unless it comes to the fighting power of Emperor Wu.

Sure enough, when the **** horn sounded, it seemed to be a violent ghost that ignited this space.

Countless ghosts sprang up around Taozhi Mountain, like a dark tide.

And a terrifying and hideous ghost image also appeared on Taozhi Mountain, which was as high as 50,000 feet. The breath of Emperor Wu swept across all directions, setting off a gust of wind, and blasting toward the ghost tribe army.

"Galuo!?"

"You took the ghost army to offend me Taozhishan, you are crazy!?"

"You ghost, want to be removed from this hell!?"

The ghost like a mountain spoke, and countless ghosts followed the slightest, suppressing the sound of **** horns in the army.

Just the number of ghosts gathered around Taozhi Mountain is enough to rival the ghost tribe army.

"Haha, remove your name!? Shen Tu, your tone is not small, you really think I Jialuo is afraid of you!? This time, I Jialuo wants to completely remove you from hell!"

"You are the trash of hell, it should be gone!"

Jialuo sneered, and didn't talk too much nonsense. Before the Gui Zun army, the magic treasure in his hand was raised high.

"Hell Jialuo, Devil May Cry!"

As Jialuo's voice fell, everyone suddenly heard a burst of ghost crying under the sky.

This voice is like weeping like a complaint, everywhere.

As if it could affect people's hearts and souls, Qin Mingyue and others' expressions changed drastically.

But at this time, Na Jialuo's figure disappeared, and replaced by the ghost shadow that appeared in front of the army.

This ghost is also more than fifty thousand meters long, pale in appearance, terrifying and terrifying, as if it was a supreme ghost crawling out of Jiuyou.

"This, is this Jialuo's body? It's terrible!"

Qin Mingyue couldn't help stepping back two, watching that Jialuo's ghost cry under the sky.

At this time, Jialuo's breath is rising steadily, and it is faintly stronger than that of Shentu!

"Six hundred years, you practiced Devil May Cry!?"

Sure enough, Shen Tu looked at Jialuo crying under the sky, his face changed drastically.