"Um?!"
When this ghost dies, a plume of gray-white air flow is emitted, Xia Ping feels his soul-swallowing ability activates, generating a vortex, and instantly swallows these gray-white air currents completely.
Then he felt that his soul was growing a little bit, the power of divine consciousness was increasing, and even the Hell Golden Crow cells in his body were also unblocked, and the strength of his body was gradually increasing.
There is no doubt that killing the ghosts seems to be of great benefit to him, being able to consume the power of the souls dissipated after the death of these ghosts, and use it to strengthen his soul.
For Xia Ping, these ghosts are no less than big tonics.
Thinking of this, he looked at this group of ghost ghosts with even hotter eyes, as if looking at some delicious food.
"My God, actually killed a ghost with bare hands?!"
"There is nothing to fight back."
Meng Nan and the others were stunned. Xia Ping easily killed thousands of petrified snakes before it was scary enough, but the ghost representing the great horror was easily killed by the man in front of him, instantly burned to death, and turned to ashes. Ash.
This method of killing the ghosts was unheard of.
If humans have such a way to deal with ghosts, then why are they afraid of these monsters.
"Damn, what kind of flame is this? Why can it hurt us?"
Many ghost ghosts are horrified and jealous. They are used to being arrogant in this world, rampant and domineering, and there is not much power that can harm them themselves.
But now there is actually a kind of flame that can burn them to death in an instant. This power is simply terrifying, and they can feel that this flame is a great threat to them.
But this is also a matter of course, this kind of flame is the golden crow flame of hell, born with the most original power of hell, containing the power to destroy gods and demons.
The ghost ghosts in the area also want to resist the flame, which is really idiotic.
"Want to know why? Come, I will tell you slowly."
Xia Ping's eyes showed a glimmer of cold light. With a big hand, he produced a terrifying whirlpool power, and instantly caught another ghost ghost, and one after another ropes of divine consciousness appeared, like a seal, binding its whole body.
"No no no, save me, save me!"
The ghost screamed sternly, terrified.
With a loud bang, before the other ghost ghosts could do anything, Xia Ping squeezed it with a big hand, and immediately its body was squeezed and exploded. The entire body was covered in flames and burned.
"Damn human beings, dare to kill my people."
"Kill him, swarm up, and devour his soul."
"Shit flame, thinking that these crooked ways also want to deal with me ghosts, you are idiotic dreams."
The ghost ghosts shouted angrily, and they were extremely angry. They went mad and attacked. The terrifying ghost ghost power exploded and aimed at the soul, trying to destroy Xia Ping's soul.
In the face of the power of such a ghost, any human being has to die.
Hell's Forge!
Xia Ping sneered, his hands were sealed, the blood of the Hell Golden Crow in his body vibrated, and hell runes and hell flames gushed out one after another, quickly condensing into a huge furnace.
This furnace exudes the aura of ancient, chaos, dignity, destruction, etc., and countless hell scriptures emerge, as if there are gods and demons chanting, ancient ancestors praying, angels singing and buzzing.
The ghosts one after another were caught off guard, and were instantly swallowed by this hell furnace, just like Monkey King entering the gossip alchemy furnace, and at the same time the flames of hell burned.
"No, fast, retreat."
"Damn it, you're fooled, you can't touch this furnace."
"Ah, help, help!"
The ghosts screamed sternly, the power of the ghosts they were proud of was useless in front of this hell furnace, and their invisible bodies could not escape the shackles of the hell furnace.
They tried to escape, but were immediately blocked by the scriptures around the furnace, as if an enchantment was arranged, which was enough to prevent all creatures from emerging from the furnace.
"Refining!"
Xia Ping's hands were sealed, and the majestic flames gushing out of his body, strands of hell golden crow flames erupted, turning the furnace into a sea of flames and burning everything.
These ghosts screamed again and again, trying to topple the mountains and the sea, but when their bodies touched the flames, like oil touched the flames, they burned instantly.
In an instant, these ghosts were burned to death, disappearing into ashes, turning into strands of grayish-white aura after another.
And Xia Ping's power of swallowing, a whirlpool in his brain, swallowing all these gray-white air currents into his body, his soul power also increased crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even as the power of the soul increased, the mana in his body was also rising steadily, improving a lot.
Meng Nan and the others were all dumbfounded. There were hundreds of ghost ghosts who were invincible, and now they were killed by Xia Ping.
"Damn it, what secret method this human has displayed that can actually swallow the power of the soul of our ghost."
"This human being is the enemy of our ghosts and must be killed, otherwise it will be a catastrophe."
"Retreat, retreat immediately, immediately return to Wuxiang Mountain, report to the Lord, and kill this human being."
The remaining ghost ghosts retreated. They knew that they weren't this human opponent at all, and staying here was a dead end, and they were instantly killed and swallowed by the opponent.
They made a decisive decision, broke into pieces, and fled in all directions, extremely fast.
"It's useless, you can't escape."
Xia Ping immediately shot and used the martial arts supernatural power-the big yin and yang smasher, and immediately a yin and yang power condensed into a big hand and appeared, crushed from the void, covering the sky and covering thousands of miles.
Immediately a large array of Yin and Yang appeared, stirring the power of Yin and Yang for thousands of miles, forming an absolute realm, and the bodies of many ghosts were bound, as if they were trapped in a mud, unable to move.
"Humans, we are the ghosts of the Wuxiang Mountain. If you dare to kill me and wait, the Lord will not let you go."
"Quickly let us go, otherwise you humans will definitely be extinct, blood will flow into a river, no piece of armor will be left."
The ghosts roared, trying to intimidate Xia Ping and get a chance.
"Wuxiang Mountain? What kind of ghost place is it? Even if you ask your master to come over, you will die if you come." Xia Ping sneered, regardless of the roar of these ghosts, and crushed it with one palm.
He didn't care what the underworld ghosts had, and if he dared to offend him, it would be a dead end, and it would be useless for anyone to come.
Boom!
This palm was like falling from the sky, shaking the sky, and instantly shook these ghosts into ashes and turned them into dust.
Even the ground couldn't withstand the huge force of this palm, and a hundred-mile pit was immediately created. The town of Dangtu was also smashed into powder by a palm, and it was all shattered, leaving no buildings behind.
A tremor of magnitude 7 or 8 also spread from thousands of miles around, the earth cracked, and hundreds of cracks appeared, creating amazing gaps, which was shocking.