"That's easy to handle. Are you interested in following me?" Qin Ming invited with a smile. This ghost is really good. If you help it adjust it yourself, it may be even stronger.
"Human! Just based on your words, you may be about to die!" The deer has a vicious temperament and cannot tolerate any provocations. If it were any other time, it might really have eaten this human now, but today it is from him. I felt an indescribable pressure on my body, and I couldn't even give birth to the strong feeling of challenge.
It's like... somehow kindness..."
Then I want this Jiuyoutai, you won't stop it. ""
No one can move Jiuyou Terrace! It belongs here, and it will guard here forever, waiting for the gate of the netherworld to return! "
"Let me try?"
Dai Luocha fell from the sky and stepped heavily on the Black Mountain, shaking the mountain so much that he looked coldly at the man in front of him: "Who is he?"
The deer shook its head slowly, without saying much, but its empty eyes kept falling on the man in front of it. It wanted to investigate, but saw a void, and there seemed to be a wonderful energy hidden deep in the void. "
This is the territory of Wuhundian, who are you? "Dai Luocha looked at the man in front of him. There are tens of thousands of Wuhun Hall powerhouses stationed here. How did he get in? At this moment, he suddenly felt an inexplicable throbbing, his whole body tensed up involuntarily, and he was ready for battle. This feeling he had never felt before made him feel strange at first, but soon he understood why he was nervous. It turned out to be the battle spirit in his body!
"It doesn't matter who I am, Jiuyou Terrace is not a place for living people to sit, I want to take it away." Dai
Luo Cha frowned slightly: "Who sent you?""
I don't belong to any force, no one sent me, I just... want to take Jiuyoutai away. ""
I don't know what is good or bad, I am the territory of Wuhun Temple, and I am the master of Jiuyou Terrace! "Dai Luocha warned the man in front of him, forcibly mobilizing the throbbing Soul Martial Arts in his body."
Jiuyou Terrace is a holy artifact of the Netherworld, aren't you afraid of provoking punishment from the Netherworld? "Qin Ming smiled lightly.
"I seem to be joking with you?" Dai Luocha's body exploded in an instant, shattering the black mountain, and the mountain climbed through hideous cracks, and the broken stones splashed randomly. Turning into a violent silhouette of a giant ape, Dai Luocha's body tensed quickly, with blue lines covering his whole body, vicious and ferocious, his eyes turned blood-colored, and human emotions faded away, leaving only destruction and death. Wu
The essence of martial arts in the Hall of Souls is to condense the souls of battle. They used to search for the buried ancient human souls, or the ghost souls of powerful spirit monsters. Since the Hall of Souls shifted their focus to the underworld, they began to try to smelt the killing souls of ghosts. , At the beginning, they almost ruined the Wuhun Hall, but later they really found the key to the 'combination of life and death', and began to smelt and kill souls ten thousand years ago, paving the way for their rise.
The mountains swayed, and all the experts in the Wuhun Temple who were meditating everywhere woke up, soaring into the sky, and gathered from all directions. It was very strange to see Qin Ming, why did a living person appear here
"Stay back! I'll take care of him myself!" Dai Luocha was wrapped in death, his eyes glowed with blood, locking onto Qin Ming in front of him.
"Scatter!" All the elders and disciples of the Wuhun Hall dispersed, but they did not retreat directly. They scattered among the mountains, all let out a sharp hiss, boiled up a strong soul power, and communicated with the resentful spirits in the body. It turned into a silhouette in the monstrous weather. It was as if thousands of ghosts were crying and roaring, and the sound moved the mountains, drawing the death energy from afar to rush in, covering the sky and the sky, and the darkness was boundless.
Qin Ming looked at Dai Luocha's killing soul, and then looked around the surrounding mountains, his eyes swept over those terrifying looking souls one by one. "Dead souls can enter the human body. Are your souls still there? I don't think this is a good fusion. Look at yourselves, you look like zombies!"
less nonsense. "Dai Luocha burst into a violent roar, his roar was sharp and ear-piercing, and his muscles were as stiff as iron. He set off a frenzy of death and blatantly killed Qin Ming. He has an indestructible body, no pain and no emotion. The constant death energy will allow him to continue fighting without dying.
And... Qin
Life remained unmoved, and at the moment when the surging breath rushed over like a raging tide, a deafening bang rang out all over his body. The living and the dead. Dai Luocha, who came close, was the first to bear the brunt. The tyrannical murderous soul in his body was forcibly torn out amidst the turbulent sound waves, and almost left Dai Luocha's body. wore
Luo Cha's whole body trembled, obviously without emotion or pain, but felt the long-lost severe pain in an instant, as if his body and soul were about to be torn apart alive, and his consciousness became blurred. same
Such a scene happened between the mountains, all the elders and disciples of the Wuhun Temple were screaming with their heads in their arms, their bodies were full of death energy, and most of the proud murdered souls in their bodies were separated, as if they had been roasted and calcined. Generally distorted. Qin
Ming swung his fist, and slammed it heavily on Dai Luocha's forehead, a ghostly brand like a hissing poisonous snake densely drilled in, entangled the killing soul inside. wore
Luo Cha tossed on his back and rolled down from the top of the mountain. He forced himself to wake up, and screamed at Qin Ming: "Dare to mess with the Wuhun Palace, you don't want to be a human again!"
The air boiled again, surging into the sky, with loud noises and riots, as if more than a dozen ghost volcanoes erupted one after another, with such a huge momentum that more than a dozen phantoms of killing souls formed behind him.
They have the appearance of humans, the outlines of birds of prey, and the shadows of giant beasts, some tens of meters tall, or hundreds of meters tall. Crack the soul.
Dai Luocha stepped on the mountain, controlled a dozen powerful ghost beasts, and launched a fierce attack on Qin Ming. "
Crash! ! "
Qin Ming burst into thousands of chains all over his body, ran across the world, danced violently, and bombarded those killing souls one after another.
In this nether land, among these ghost mountains, all ghost beasts are very terrifying. They can suppress all living beings, and they can even attack all kinds of martial arts. Just the piercing whistling sound can make people confused and soul-stinging. . However, what they faced were not strangers, not ordinary warriors, but Qin Ming, who controlled the new world and called himself emperor with Netherworld.
"boom!!"
"Boom boom boom!"
The chains are as fast as thunder, and they are like a frenzy. They pierced through the bodies of the wraiths of the ghost beasts one after another, exploding the deadly aura, and bursting the terrifying fire of the underworld, destroying them all. Wearing Dai Luocha's flesh and blood body, shaking the soul in his body. "
Roar! ! "
"Ah!" Ming
The soul screamed, and the living screamed. wore
Luo Cha flew out again with his soul and soul, this time it was more painful and embarrassing.
"Hallmaster!!" The faces of the ten thousand strong men in the Wuhun Hall suddenly changed, and they could hardly believe their eyes. The Hallmaster, who had been intimidating all heroes for a lifetime, was defeated so easily? Qin
Ming shrugged his shoulders, raised his body slightly, let out a muffled roar, and suddenly punched the mountain under his feet. Mountain
The body exploded in an instant, the gravel splashed randomly, and the shock wave mixed with mighty power poured directly into the ground, rolling for dozens of miles, shaking the foundations of mountains everywhere. Amidst the loud rumbling noise, a large number of dead bones buried deep in the ground were like thousands of arrows firing, shattering the mountains and bursting into the sky, all piercing through the bodies of the disciples of the Spirit Hall.
Bone crit, like a white tide! Hole
Wearing a pack of heroes, like a river of blood!