On the island in the middle of the lake, Mr. Wei from Medicine God Valley, Gongsun Hualong, and Mo Lian, the great master of the ghost race's body, all looked at the blazing fire in the distance with surprised expressions on their faces. { learn www.o.cm}
Behind the three people, there were a group of warriors who were also watching all this with their mouths agape.
"What's going on? All the human skin on the iron tree is burning."
"Could it be that someone saved all the ghosts and ghosts in Wuhu Lake?"
Mr. Wei nodded and said: "There should be no mistake. The person who came here has either inherited Buddhist martial arts, or has a secret treasure that is more powerful than the soul-slaying mirror in my hand."
Gongsun Hualong rolled his eyes, his old face was uncertain, and he guessed: "It should be a secret treasure for ghosts and monsters. There are only a few people who are proficient in Buddhist martial arts in this world, so it is unlikely that they will come to this Nine Nether Purgatory."
After making up their minds, the three of them laughed in unison. Mr. Wei said: "It is better to come by chance than to come well. With this secret treasure, we will be much more confident in dealing with the golden bone demon soul."
Mr. Wei looked at Gongsun Hualong and Mo Lian next to him and said, "Two old friends, which one of you can go run for a while?"
Before Gongsun Hualong could speak, Mo Lian said first, "Haha, leave this person to me, and none of you are allowed to rob me!"
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked one leg, his body was like an arrow, and shot out several kilometers, disappearing from the sight of the two people.
Gongsun Hualong and Mr. Wei were not surprised at all by this. In the ghost realm, the ghost emperor's faction and the ghost queen's faction were equally powerful.
In recent years, the Ghost Queen's faction has become more and more powerful in the ghost realm by relying on the art of refining ghosts. The friction with the Ghost Emperor's faction has also become more intense from dark to bright.
If warriors from the two factions meet alone outside, they will definitely fight.
Mo Lian is a backbone of the Ghost Emperor's faction, so he will naturally be impatient when he hears that there is a secret treasure that can kill ghosts.
Gongsun Hualong muttered: "Mr. Wei, you are so willing to give it to Mo Lian as a condition for his help. Secret treasures against ghosts are extremely precious and extremely rare."
Mr. Wei said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, it's just a replica. It seems to be worth it now. Without Mo Lian's help, we would not have rushed to the eighth level of hell so quickly and passed smoothly. "Wuhu Lake."
"What should we do now? Should we wait for Mo Lian to come back and attack together, or should we attack first? This golden-bone demon soul is not easy to deal with."
"Let's test it out first. When Mo Lian comes, it will be easier to kill him."
Gongsun Hualong didn't say much after hearing this, and turned his head to look at a dark hill five kilometers away, on that dark hill.
There is a flower as white as snow, blooming beautifully. On the flower core, a wisp of flame like liquefied ice jumped and swayed on it.
Not far from the hill, there was a golden skeleton, holding a giant scythe in its hand, lying on the ground as if sleeping.
Only the mouth of the skeleton is left, opening and closing up and down, spitting out a ball of black flame from time to time, burning the air cleanly, forming large black clouds.
Shrouded in the hills, it remains unchanged all year round.
Gongsun Hualong looked solemnly, took out a piece of blue armor, carefully put it on every part of his body, and then pulled out a thick black spear.
With a little click of his feet, he flew towards the hill silently.
Mr. Wei held the soul-slaying mirror, followed closely by a group of warriors from Yaoshen Valley, scattered in a semicircle on both sides as flanks.
Everyone's expressions looked extremely cautious, and they no longer dared to show any carelessness.
Suddenly, two black flames ignited in the cave eyes of the Golden Bone Demon Soul, as if it woke up from its deep sleep.
clang!
He stood up like lightning, danced a crescent-shaped golden light with the sickle in his hand, and with a clang, knocked back Gongsun Hualong's unexpected shot.
The opponent was completely defeated in the strength competition. Gongsun transformed into a dragon and was knocked back a thousand meters. The right hand holding the gun was slightly numb.
Without any extra words, Mr. Wei took action instantly, and a group of master-level martial saints behind him also took action at the same time. The fierce battle reached a climax in an instant.
However, for a while, both sides were definitely unable to defeat the other side.
After the words were divided, Xiao Chen and the four people were safe, and they quickly ran towards the island. Without the obstruction of the skeleton ghosts, the speed of the few people returned to normal.
In half a stick of incense, they arrived on the island, but before they could breathe a sigh of relief, the four people's expressions changed.
Mo Lian, who was running wildly, was stunned for a moment, and then said ecstatically: "Little friend, it seems that we are really destined. You must have caused the movement just now!"
Xiao Chen secretly said something bad, but he didn't panic too much. He smiled calmly and said: "It is indeed a fate, but we met again in more than a month. The movement just now was indeed caused by the junior."
"I'm in a good mood today. Hand over this piece for ghosts and return half of the dragon scissors to me. You can go."
He was indeed in a good mood, and the movement caused by the secret treasure just now was comparable to that of a genuine soul-slaying mirror.
If you can get it and offer it to Dongyue Ghost Emperor, it will definitely attract the Ghost Emperor's attention. Maybe he will personally take action to raise him to a higher level, reaching the quasi-emperor level that is hopeless in this life.
There was no precedent for this in the past. With Dongyue Ghost Emperor's unfathomable strength, it was absolutely possible to elevate a person to the quasi-emperor realm at a certain price.
Of course, the premise is that the limited treasure is worth the price paid by the Ghost King.
Xiao Chen smiled lightly and said: "But you are in a good mood, but I am not in a good mood. If you disappear from my eyes now, I can pretend that I have not seen you."
Mo Lian couldn't help laughing: "Xiao Chen in white, I heard about your name from Mr. Wei from Medicine God Valley. Being famous is not as good as meeting you. You are really not an ordinary arrogant person, but how can you be so arrogant in front of me?" Capital!"
At the end of his smile, he was full of murderous intent, his voice was bone-chilling, without any emotion.
Ten dragon-shaped air currents were wandering behind him, causing strong winds in all directions. A storm was coming and the building was about to collapse. The terrifying aura that the building was about to collapse spread out from him.
The power of ten dragons, this is just Mo Lian's most basic strength. He can unleash the power of ten dragons with one strike, a force of 100 million kilograms.
"Today, I will show you the terrifying strength of a person who has become a saint in the flesh. If you can take my most ordinary punch without retreating, I will no longer embarrass you!"
Xiaobai looked at Xiao Chen worriedly and said through a message: "Brother Xiao Chen, don't listen to him. The power of his punch of ten dragons is something that even a great master cannot handle."
Xiao Chen smiled softly and said through the message: "Don't worry, Xiaobai. You, Brother Yuan and Brother Kong, please step back a little. Just be optimistic."
"die!"
Seeing Xiao Chen getting ready and pushing back the other three people, Mo Lian couldn't help but sneered in his heart, shouted loudly, and swooped over like lightning.
The dragon-shaped air current behind him rushed into the sky in all directions.
The rolling dragon's power filled the entire wilderness, and with one punch, it was like a mountain range hundreds of miles uprooted, falling across the sky. The momentum was vast and heavy, making the air solidify.
Xiao Chen took his time and made sure that the other party really only used the power of the ten dragons. He also raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and used the gods' fists to make the gods descend to the earth.
From the distant sky, a ray of divine light escaped into his body, causing his momentum to rise infinitely, but before it reached its peak, Xiao Chen stopped the rise in momentum.
With ten times the combat power, he only used about 70% of his power and deliberately suppressed the remaining 30%.
Dragon roars continued, and twenty dragon-shaped air currents suddenly formed behind him, rolling with dragon power, and instantly suppressed the power of Mo Lian's ten dragons.
Mo Lian's heart was beating wildly, and he cursed secretly, Damn, with the power of twenty dragons, this kid cheated me, and he was about to retreat after dodging.
But he came at lightning speed before, and in the blink of an eye he arrived in front of Xiao Chen. It was too late to change his mind now.
Xiao Chen took a step forward and easily caught up with the opponent. He punched out with his right fist, and twenty dragon roars sounded in the sky and the earth one after another. They merged together and exploded loudly.
Mo Lian spat out a mouthful of blood. The vast pressure behind him shattered the pieces, and the people fell heavily to the ground like sandbags.
Above the ground, a dangerous crack in the sky continued to expand, the sky shook, and the power of the dragon filled the air.
There were traces of wounds on Xiao Chen's face, and blood seeped out, making his delicate face look horrifying. There were tiny cracks in the bones all over his body, and the pain was spreading silently.
But the look in his eyes was as calm as clear water, his waist was as straight as a pine tree, and his long hair was flying, motionless.
Looking at Mo Lian who was in disbelief on the ground, Xiao Chen said calmly: "As the saying goes, it's hard to follow a word once it's been said. It's as you wish. Old sir, you can just get out!"
A flash of anger flashed in Mo Lian's eyes, he spat out a mouthful of blood again, and stood up in embarrassment.
Suppressing the injury in his body, he sneered: "Okay, I was wrong. You are also a physical practitioner. But you clearly used a secret method in this punch. I don't believe it. You still dare to blast out like this?" Come on."
Xiao Chen smiled sarcastically and said, "Why, old gentleman, are you not going to keep your promise today?"
"Haha, I killed you, who would have known that I broke my promise. Don't be dissatisfied, I am just bullying you today, what can you do to me! You are not the only one who can unleash the power of twenty dragons."
Mo Lian obviously did not dare to underestimate Xiao Chen, and was ready to use secret techniques to double his combat power, even if he was injured physically, he would kill Xiao Chen.
Otherwise, if Xiao Chen is allowed to grow up, it will really be doomed for him.
He had unique vision, and in a short period of time, Xiao Chen really did not dare to use the gods to descend to the earth again and exert the power of twenty dragons.
But Xiao Chen had no intention of fighting head-on with the opponent from the beginning. He was here to bully others.
With his fingertips at the center of his eyebrows, the will clone left behind by Emperor Haotian quickly came to life, and a heavy aura spread out from his body bit by bit.
Mo Lian's expression changed drastically, and he murmured: "This is the emperor's power, you have the clone of the emperor's will!"
Xiao Chen smiled softly: "That's a good guess. But old gentleman, it's not you who bullied me today, but I bullied you. Don't be dissatisfied, you really can't do anything to me!"
After the words fell, Xiao Chen's eyebrows opened, and the clone of Emperor Haotian's will shot out, his eyes condensed, and the emperor's power condensed.
Just this momentum sent Mo Lian flying away. All his momentum collapsed and he fled in confusion, not daring to stay for a moment.