Chapter 2981
"Are you from the Buddhist sect?" The one-eyed old man in black robe showed a trace of sinister fear in his eyes.
Ghosts and Buddhism have always been sworn enemies.
What's more, the strength displayed by Long Xiaoshan is extremely threatening, and even the one-eyed old man in black robe cannot take it lightly.
Long Xiaoshan was too lazy to say anything, so he pressed down. The Buddha's light around him soared into the sky, and golden Sanskrit words lingered around him, like a giant Buddha coming to the world: "You guys are still not here!"
Boom!
The sound of Buddha roared, and the golden Buddha light filled the air.
"I don't know whether to live or die, even the bald donkey of Xuantian Temple would not dare to be so presumptuous in front of me."
The one-eyed old man in black robes had a cold expression on his face. He took out a black bowl and muttered something like, "Buzz". The black light filled the black bowl, as if a hell passage had opened. There was a strong ghost energy, a demonic sound roared, and a black ghost claw, fierce Protruding from the black bowl, accompanied by a soul-stirring ghost cry and wolf howl, a giant ghost king with a ferocious face, white bones, and black scales emerged from the black light.
This ghost king has eyes like blood-red lanterns, two rows of arms on his body, like a centipede, and is indescribably oozing. His tongue is three feet long, covered with hooks, and hangs down to his chest. As soon as he appears, evil energy rolls on the sky of the ancient battlefield. , the cyan lightning continued to explode, sweeping the world unbridled, which was shocking.
"I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, old guy, you've kept me locked up for so long because you want to starve me to death!" The Ghost King came out, roaring, his giant blood-red eyes glaring at the one-eyed old man in black robes, and seemed to have no regard for the master who summoned him. What a respect.
"Ghost owl, you want blood food, but there is nothing in front of you, so swallow him!" The one-eyed old man in black robe held the black bowl with a solemn expression.
Gui Xiao turned his head and saw Long Xiaoshan surrounded by golden light.
The ghost's eyes shot out a fierce light, and its long tongue flicked: "Buddhist bald donkey? No, the blood is so strong, kill, kill, kill, I haven't eaten such delicious blood food for a long time!"
boom!
The huge ghost body of the ghost owl expanded, like a black curtain in the sky, pressing down on Long Xiaoshan. The dense ghost claws on his body enveloped the entire void, and the infinite evil spirit exploded between his giant claws. The ghost owl The aura is so strong that it condenses endless thunder. In this ancient battlefield of Changping, the ghost owl's combat power increases by at least 30%, which is terrifying.
Facing the terrifying ghost claws, Long Xiaoshan did not move at all. Two flames lit up in his pupils, and in a blink of an eye, they swept across the entire eye socket, and two red fire dragons soared into the sky.
At this time, Long Xiaoshan's eyes were like giant lamps, and the terrifying Samadhi True Fire was like a red sun rising in the sky. The flames spread out in layers, and instantly drowned the ghost owl's huge body.
Sizzling—
Like a flame lighting a candle, Gui Xiao's huge body melted and flowed down like wax.
The ghost owl let out a shrill roar, and his huge body shrank crazily, but the Samadhi True Fire was like a tarsal maggot. No matter how hard the ghost owl struggled, the flames were still raging, and the huge ghost body melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally disappeared without a trace.
"This this… "
The eyes of the one-eyed old man in black robe were widened and he almost rolled out, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Gui Xiao is the strongest ghost king under his command. After he performed a great feat, he was rewarded by the sect master. Gui Xiao's strength is even difficult for him to compete with. It is easy to tear the golden elixir to its peak, so he usually rarely Summon it out, for fear of not being able to control it.
This time, by directly summoning the ghost owl, he was already thinking of a quick solution, wanting to deal with the trouble of Long Xiaoshan as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, the fierce Gui Xiao was burnt to ashes by the opponent's fire.
After Long Xiaoshan burned the ghost owl to death, he did not take back the Samadhi True Fire. He turned his eyes and looked at the one-eyed old man in black robe. In the giant lamp-like pupils, two flames came like dragons.
"not good!"
The one-eyed old man in black robe screamed strangely, and his whole body shot back like a civet cat.
But the true fire of samadhi swept across the world. In an instant, the sight of the one-eyed old man in black robe turned red, and the terrifying high temperature also came to him.
Crackling!
Green, red, and black haloes emerged from his body. They were the light of magic weapons. However, they were all extinguished in just a few breaths. The flames entangled the one-eyed old man in black robes. He screamed sadly: "Prince, save me!"
Before he finished speaking, he was also engulfed in flames.
By the time Long Xiaoshan withdrew the Samadhi True Fire, the black-robed old man had disappeared without a trace, leaving not even a trace of ash behind.
At that moment, the whole world was extremely quiet.
After a while, many people in black robes shouted loudly.
"Elder Wu!"
"Damn guy, you dare to kill me, the elder of Netherworld Sect."
The men in black robes had murderous intentions, but they were all trapped by the formation and could not free their hands.
Long Xiaoshan, however, would not be merciful. Buddha's light filled his body, and he roared: "The Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"
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Tens of thousands of golden lights shot out from his body, and golden dragons swept across the sky, impacting the ghosts' reincarnation formation of the men in black robes, boom!
The formation shook violently and made a cracking sound.
The fierce ghosts in the Thirty-six Tiangang Hall are already fierce. When gathering these black-robed men, they must be careful and go all out. Now that they are being attacked by Long Xiaoshan outside, the large formation is obviously unable to hold up.
In the gap of the broken formation, countless fierce ghost military souls rushed out from the gap, and the sound of gold and iron horses sounded from the sky and the earth. These ferocious ghosts were like ancient battlefield generals, charging in formation.
The fierce ghosts released by the Netherworld Sect may not be weak individually, but when faced with the fierce ghost military spirits who know how to fight in formation, they are like a ragtag group of people, a mess of sand, and cannot resist them at all.
In an instant, everyone was killed, and those men in black robes also suffered. Under the chain reaction, the collapse of the formation accelerated. Long Xiaoshan didn't even need to take action. Maybe these men in black robes would be chopped down by countless fierce ghost military spirits.
At this moment, the figure on the central altar finally moved. He stopped drawing Bai Qi's blood because he had noticed the collapse of the formation. This Bai Qi's blood was the core of suppressing the 400,000 military souls of Tiangang Palace.
If he draws Bai Qi's blood, the suppressive power of Tiangang Palace will weaken, and military souls will continue to escape.
In the past, the great formation of reincarnation of ten thousand ghosts kept devouring those military souls, and he could safely draw Bai Qi's blood, but now the situation changed and he had to stop.
After stopping the extraction of Bai Qi's blood, the suppressive power of Tiangang Palace immediately increased, and fewer military souls poured out.
He offered the spiritual treasure in his hand and flew up from the altar, buzz!
Above the Lingbao, a green light flew out like ten thousand swords. Whoosh, whoosh, countless military souls were hit by this light and immediately collapsed and dissipated. The man came through the air, covered in green light. He turned out to be a man with an appearance of about two or three. The ten-year-old young man, wearing a silver-threaded black dragon robe, was fair and delicate, like a scholar, and seemed to be completely different from the other ghostly black-robed people.
But after the young man stepped out, the men in black robes all bowed their heads respectfully: "Prince."
(End of chapter)