Zhutian Avenue

"ghost?"

In the street, the yellow dog barked low, but An Qisheng looked at it with interest.

In my eyes, three shadows came suddenly.

They have no substance, and the sound of screaming is no longer spreading in the void, but it sounds directly in the heart, with a sense of resentment, and a scream can arouse the fear of ordinary people.

They have no substance and naturally have no image.

In the eyes of Sa Wuling, the evil-looking ghost with blue-faced fangs was just a shadow in An Qisheng's eyes, because there was no fear in his heart.

"This man still has an imp!"

Sa Wuling listened to the scream, his face sank, and the bell rang, and a rune would be thrown.

But he didn't want An Qisheng to be faster than him, and stepped forward gently, holding the hatchet one up, while covering the three little ghosts.

"senior!"

The Five Tombs of Saguay kept talking.

Ghost charm is not afraid of any swordsman fist, but he does not believe that this 'senior' does not understand this truth.

Uh ~

The hatchet was taken for granted.

But Sa Wuling's heart suddenly sounded a terrible sorrow of the little ghost!

It's like being dropped from a pan, like being dropped from a knife mountain!

The few ghosts were cut off instantly with a hatchet!

God is like a knife, tearing up the little ghost in an instant!

The shadow was split instantly, as if a person had cut off his torso and limbs, and screamed, and was scattered in the air.

Although the simple swordsman fist cannot hurt the ghost like the air, but how strong An Qisheng's spirit is, even if he is not strong at this time, he can sweep away and wipe out the root of its existence!

"The greed and infatuation and love and lust, the extreme emotions and the resentment between the heavens and the earth, ghosts, this is the truth ..."

The hatchet dangled, and An Qisheng's eyes glowed with a hint.

The world is different from the world.

In the land of mysterious stars, any divine will cannot leave the body and cannot exist. The condition of Jiufu Realm also does not exist. It is as strong as a master of divine veins, and divine can only exist for a short time or be in a specific object such as a person's skin On there.

Emperor heaven is different.

In the heaven and earth of the emperor heaven and earth, there is a heaven and earth aura and various resentment and evil spirits, which instead become the soil for breeding ghosts.

But the soul of an ordinary person cannot kill, because the human body also has a magnetic field of life. In other words, a person has three lights, and the lights cannot be extinguished, and the ghost must not approach.

All of these little ghosts had received almost desperate torture before they died, so that they could live after death and even be able to kill.

As for what kind of torture, no one would be interested to know.

Listening to a yell in the distance.

An Qisheng looked slightly colder, pacing forward.

Before the ancestral hall, the people in the black clothes felt so much heartache, where was it so easy to raise a ghost?

He raised these little ghosts, and still manipulated them with secret methods before they died, so that they would kill their parents, wives, children, and brothers in the slowest and most tragic manner. After that, they were concocted by secret methods day and night for three years before they were raised. of.

It was ruined before it became a climate. What more pain in his heart?

"Go, kill them!"

Looking at the approaching two people and one dog, the man in black patted the ground and screamed angrily.

Roar!

Yelled.

The two puppet men with guards beside him went crazy and rushed out.

They were masters in the rivers and lakes during their lifetime, and after the death, they were concocted by secret methods. They were inaccessible, much more powerful than low-level rigors.

This rushed out, the ground was shaking, and the air was roaring more than ten feet.

The sword wields the light of Mori Han, fiercely fierce.

"He also made living bodies?"

Sa Wuling was not surprised, and between the bells trembling, a few pieces of Fuyu had been thrown out.

Living corpses are also a kind of evil art.

Using living people to make corpses, both living people's flexibility and zombies are inaccessible, and even the memories of when they were alive can be left. With training, there is even the potential to become iron corpses and bronze corpses.

At that time, the evil master of the other evil cult had even made a dead body higher than the level of the golden armor corpse!

The dead corpse flew into the sky, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea was omnipotent. According to legend, a Dazheng person who had entered the Tao was killed by him!

Uh ~

The moment Fu Fu was away from his hand was burning, and his speed was as fast as an arrow.

boom!

The living corpse of the sword did not flash, and did not avoid it. He slammed the rocket apart, his body was just a backwards, and there were no scars on his chest.

And the living corpse of that sword had been chopped with the sword light.

"Oh!"

As soon as Sa Wuling gritted his teeth, the bell shook like crazy, and there were words in his mouth.

boom!

boom!

The fire flared and the air stream exploded.

This old priest fought fiercely, and by virtue of Zhang Fuyu's offensive, he actually blocked two live corpses.

"Live?"

An Qisheng held a hatchet and looked at the two dead bodies.

These two dead corpses are invincible, they are heavily sinking, and their pure physical strength is better than the martial arts masters of Shangjiu's floating world.

If it were not sensitive enough, the lame priests like Sa Wuling could not have done it.

"senior!"

Throwing a funeral, Sa Wuling rolled and shouted ashes: "Senior!"

Uh ~

His words wandered, and a knife light had been drawn across the night, and the shadow of the sword light swords of two living corpses was broken like water and wind.

At first glance.

laugh!

The two burly corpses stood for a moment, the two big skulls had fallen to the ground, and the smelly black blood spewed out to a high level.

An Qisheng held the hatchet and looked at the bone skeleton slightly.

Living corpses are living corpses in the end, and throwing away their incompetent physiques is nothing more than skill, which is not as good as any bright star warrior of Xuan Xing.

The wielding sword lightsaber shadow was a joke to him.

"what?!"

In front of the ancestral hall, the Taoist in black suddenly stood up and looked horrified.

At the moment when the two men appeared, he had sensed through the secret method that there was no magic power on the two men, but the bell of the old Taoist priest was an inaccessible magic weapon.

An ordinary man with no magic power killed a living corpse with a hatchet that had rusted?

how can that be? !!

The Taoist in black was shocked, but Sa Wuling seemed to have relied on him, and wiped the dust on his face, swearing:

"The demon! You raise guilts, refine living corpses, and feed the bones and demons, it's really an outrage!"

At the same time that he was swearing, he was lucky.

This demon has clearly suffered, and it is no longer a series of nourishing qi. If you run into it stupidly by yourself, you are terribly miserable.

"Humph!"

The man in black didn't pay attention to Sa Wuling, and stared at An Qisheng without turning:

"What is your Excellency? Why fight against poverty?"

No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see the slightest mana in the boy. It was clear that he had no physical body, and his physique was not necessarily strong.

But it is such a common man, who actually chopped the living corpse that he made with great effort, carrying a hatchet!

You know, both of his living corpses are captured by masters of rivers and lakes, and they are made of lively planing skins and poured into secret hot metal. They are inaccessible to guns and fires.

No mortal can fight.

Kakaka ~

The bone-bone skeleton among the crowd sitting slowly rose up, flashing the green light, staring at Anqisheng.

The evil tide is rolling.

Apparently felt the deep fear of his owner.

The villagers who were attracted by the scent of ecstasy all around them, under the influence of this evil spirit, retreated madly one by one. Even without the consciousness, they felt great shock.

"Looks like you don't know me anymore."

An Qisheng sighed softly.

Although it is only three days, what is his realm? Three days is comparable to the others who have been polished for three years. Compared with the original owner who was stupid three days ago, he is naturally incomparable.

It is not surprising that this man in black does not know him.

Of course, more importantly, the human brain will subconsciously forget things that are not important at all.

Obviously, the original owner is not qualified to be remembered by this man in black.

"I know you?!"

The man in black is a little shy.

He thought about it for a while, there was no such person in his memory, otherwise, with this boy's skill, he could not remember.

"It does n’t matter if you do n’t remember, and then there is time to remember slowly!”

An Qisheng's words were upset.

However, his pace suddenly accelerated, and the words ‘remember slowly’ just came out ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ have done three steps in two steps, and slashed the sword at the same rising bone-evil demon.

Hum ~

Deep in his eyes, deep in his soul, under a picture, the royal sword carrying his spiritual world is at the same time bright!

King Power Sword is not iron, gold, or spirit but is not God. He was transformed by the Taoism of King Taoism and was the fruit of An Qisheng I.

Inferred from the Jiufu Realm and planning for three thousand years, he has done more than anyone imagined!

What he wants is not the weapon of inheritance in one realm, but the destiny soldier who can accompany him into dreams and never leave!

Xuanxing meets for several months, and Wang Jianjian has become a part of his origin.

You can bring it in your dreams!

However, just as An Qisheng needed a carrier to enter his dream, Wang Quanjian's 'Enter Dream' also needed a suitable carrier to be able to exert his power.

This hatchet is naturally not enough to carry the divine will of the royal sword,

However, all he faced,

Nor is it a great role.

boom!

A ray of golden light on the hatchet followed, and then burst out.

This outbreak was too horrible. The air seemed to become a substantive water surface under the night. The ripples spread and collided with the evil spirits raised by the bone-evil demon.

Roar!

The Bone Demon has just raised his arm, no power has erupted, and a step back has been taken by the tumbled air.

Just one step.

Just a moment.

However, An Qisheng's body has calmly crossed the air waves, passing by with the Bone Demon, and the hatchet Jinguang dangled at the same time, setting off a sharp ocean of sword air:

"The little ghost sword can't be cut, and the dead body can't be shot. I don't know you, aren't you afraid of the sword?"

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