Chapter 15 The Hell Ghost

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"I haven't encountered such an interesting challenge for a long time, so I will accompany you in two moves!" The old man with white beard was obviously really angry. He wanted to teach Huang Wuji a good lesson and let him know how thick the sky is, and he can't talk nonsense.

Huang Wuji licked his lips with his tongue, which was a unique manifestation of extreme war spirit. From the beginning of the dialogue, Huang Wuji knew that the old man in front of him seemed to be in a certain state of scruples that he would not kill himself and used the old man to verify his current cultivation.

If you let others know that a master of Huang Danjing provokes and shouts about the strong man of martial arts in order to check and verify his current cultivation, everyone who knows will feel that Huang Wuji is a real madman.

But, what did Huang Wuji do? It's so natural.

"War, war, war...!" There is only one stop in Huang Wuji's heart, and the changeable flying fox also sees the difference of the old man and is worried about his little man.

"In that case, come on!" Huang Wuji's mind is as one. He slowly mobilizes all his thoughts, and he is invincible in the world. Later generations have been facing the outside world for a long time. He is king over the world, and his determination to domineering is like a towering mountain falling from the sky, directly covering the whole pavilion.

Huang Wuji took a step like a dragon and a tiger. The supreme overlord of the earth is not only an ordinary domineering, but also an iron-blooded murderous intention like a soldier on the battlefield. Pointing the emperor on the river is not the emperor's power that ordinary martial artists can have.

Huang Wuji is the emperor of the earth at this time, and the pavilion is his territory. He looks down on all the momentum, so that he is not afraid of the white-bearded old man. He punches straight out, and his fists are ordinary, but in front of the old man, this simple punch makes him look solemn. The punch is like an iron hammer across the world, with With incomparable domineering, he wants to destroy anyone who dares to fight against him.

"Good boy, don't hide it!" The old man with white beard smiled angrily. Seeing that Huang Wuji really dared to take action against him, the anger in his heart suddenly broke out. How long has it been since he met such an unruly person?

The old man with the white beard was full of momentum, and a cold atmosphere swept through the whole pavilion like a storm, suppressing the hegemony of the emperor. Humph, ha!" Huang Wuji was unmoved and took a step forward again. His momentum was strengthened again, and his extremely domineering will soared again. The boundless hegemony was like the stars staring at the world nine days away.

At this moment, Huang Wuji's dark pupils were like ancient defamation, and the vast pressure spewed out in an instant. His golden eyes were like looking down at ants, and his plain fists continued to move forward.

"What a domineering momentum, Ziyang faction, how can it be possible to cultivate such a terrible person!" For the first time, the old man Baixu was worried that he was not worried about the emperor's infinite cultivation, but his unparalleled hegemony, like the slander of the gods coming out of ancient times, looking down on the crazy hegemony of the world, with the power of the emperor who reigns in the world, it is impossible for such a person to appear outside.

The old man with the white beard did not keep his hand. The snow-white beard changed from white to black. A black hair was automatically without wind, and the endless cold air emanated from the body. One by one, the gloomy ghosts circled in the small pavilion and howled and captured people's hearts. Countless ghosts occupied the whole pavilion. In an instant, the pavilion fell into endless darkness, as if he had come to the infernal hell. Countless ghosts surrounded him like ghosts, as if there were countless hands pulling Huang Wuji's body, trying to drag him into the abyss.

"Okay, this should be the magic of ten thousand ghosts. I didn't expect to be lucky to meet it. Unfortunately, the ghosts are like a landslide dog in front of me!" A stream of heaven and earth, the unique power of Godlessness erupted like a torrent sweeping the heaven and earth. The supreme hegemony of the sun is endless, like the Milky Way falling straight to the earth for nine days, and the ghost around the emperor Wuji instantly turns into flying ashes.

"I don't know whether to live or die, but I dare to approach me!" I don't know whether he is talking about the old man with white beard, or the ghost of hell, or both of them are talking about a person.

The old man with white beard was furious. Unexpectedly, the simplified version of the ten thousand ghosts and soul-eating skill was broken by a boy in Huang Danjing. How embarrassing it was said. For the sake of his prestige, the ghost in the pavilion condensed again. There was a strange door in the space that could not see the end. The door slowly opened, and a gloomy wind shot out of the door like a blizzard.

There are cold and erratic ghost fires floating around the old man with white beards, illuminating the dark space a little and making the surroundings pale, as if they were not in the world.

A huge ghost as high as a hundred feet floated behind the old man with a white beard. The ghost opened its teeth and danced its claws, and the horrible wailing echoed in the pavilion. The huge claws of the ghost grabbed Huang Wuji's head with the momentum of breaking the sky.

"Ha•••••••!" Huang Wuji shouted angrily, and the golden light all over his body was shining. A huge golden palm comparable to the ghost appeared out of thin air. In an instant, the whole pavilion was like day, with overwhelming power, with the invincible and all the pressure of the world, he directly smashed the corner of the dark world, led the light to the earth, and swept the supreme hegemony with one palm. He patted heavily on the big hand of the ghost.

Oh, it's like a wolf howling. The huge claws of the ghost are crushed inch by inch by the golden palm. The ghost seems to feel the sharp pain, and the horrible howl is like the scream of a mouse, setting off the whole pavilion like a deep ghost.

"The magic power of Buddhism, when did the Ziyang School get the skills of Buddhism!" As the elder of the Ghost Sect, the old man with white beard can be imagined in his eyes. At a glance, he immediately noticed the fluctuation of the Buddha's spirit on the golden palm.

"All ghosts are coming!" The old man with white beard did not keep his hand and took out his real ability. The door of hell slowly opened, and a physical ghost floated out of the door. Seeing the excited cry of the world around him, it made people feel harsh and frightened. Countless hell ghosts entered the pavilion. The door was not closed, and suddenly a huge arm stretched out. Come out, it's 300 meters.

Huang Wuji's expression condensed, and the old man's face changed greatly. It seemed that something terrible had happened. He secretly said in his heart, "It's not good to recruit the hell ghost. If you don't stop it, the whole city will suffer!"

"Ky, this is a hell ghost. You can't let him come out. Let's fight him back!" The old man with white beard was also anxious at this time, and he didn't care about being angry with the emperor. For the benefit of the Yinhun Sect, he must not let the hell ghost come out.

"Hell will..." Huang Wuji also knows something about the infernal abyss hell. It is the place where human beings go after death. It seems that the human world can generally practice, which is divided into: Hell Ghost Emperor, Hell Ghost Emperor, Hell Ghost King, Hell Ghost King, Hell Ghost General, Hell Ghost Pawn, Big Ghost, Little Ghost.

The hell ghost will be equivalent to the strong man in the later stage of human Yin Zun. As long as it appears in the world, it will definitely cause chaos, followed by a hundred ghosts at night. If the hell ghost will come out, Huang Wuji can guarantee that the strangers in the mortal city of the whole Ghost Sect will definitely be swallowed up by ghosts and turned into ghosts.

"Okay, I'll help you!" Huang Wuji put down his previous position, and the most important thing was that he didn't want to quarrel with a strong man. Huang Wuji is self-aknowledged. So far, the white-bearded old man has not even half of his strength. However, even so, Huang Wuji is proud enough. Half of Yin Zun's strength definitely exceeds the peak of Zidanjing, and the power between the two is not at the same level at all.

One hundred masters at the peak of Zidanjing may not be able to beat a strong man at the level of Yin Zun. Huang Wuji was able to persist for such a long time in the hands of the old man with white beard, which was also beyond the old man's expectation. In anger, he used the real ten thousand ghosts and soul-eating skill. Unexpectedly, he would attract such a horrible thing as the hell ghost.

In the idea of the old man with white beard, he summoned ten thousand ghosts to teach Huang Wuji a lesson, and then exterminate them all with his own hands. There is no problem for a strong man like him, but luck seems to be very unlucky. There is actually a hell ghost nearby where the hell ghost will feel the breath of the world. , who can't wait to rush out of the infernal hell.

At this moment, Huang Wuji did not hold his hand and took out all his strength. In an all of an all-time, the whole pavilion occupied by ghosts, a hundred-foot-sized and supreme emperor's virtual shadow slowly emerged behind him, holding a long golden sword about 100 meters long in his hand, and the dragon and tiger just stood there, a thick emperor. The pressure seems to look down at the world, which makes people dare not look directly.

The old man Bai Xu was stunned when he saw the shadow of the emperor behind the emperor Wuji, and an incredible look flashed in his eyes. He turned his head and did not speak. His attention seemed to be all focused on the hell ghost, but he didn't want to expose his inner shock at this time.

A boy in the early stage of Huangdanjing actually appeared a virtual image of Wuying after he became a baby. The huge ghost behind the old man with white beard just now is his virtual image of Wu Ying. Only the strong man who achieves Wu Ying, that is, Wu Zun, can transform the original appearance of Wu Ying through spiritual power.

Moreover, every strong man who achieves Wu Ying has different virtual images. There are all kinds of virtual images. The virtual image of the white-bearded old man is the ghost of hell.

The emperor's virtual shadow sword was raised high. In an instant, in the eyes of the old man with a white beard, it was like an ancient god who opened the world to judge the world.

The emperor's virtual shadow took a step forward, with the king's coming to the earth, the immortal will of heaven and earth, the golden sword is like opening up the sky and earth, cutting through countless ghosts around the void. Under the supreme imperial power of the extreme of the sun, all of them were wiped out. The 100-meter huge arm, which had just stretched out, cut off and fell shoulder-to-to-shoulder. Outside the gate of hell.

The arm was full of black air, and a horrible and angry howl came out of the door of hell. Another huge arm stretched out to grab the broken arm that fell to the ground.

"Want arms, dream!" Huang Wuji's whole body integrated into the emperor's virtual shadow, and a crack across the heaven and earth suddenly appeared. The vast and strong imperial power directly cracked the surrounding space. The golden sword cut through the void, and the sword spirit broke out like a dragon, forming a huge sword wheel around the arm.

"Cut, cut, cut...!" Huang Wuji shouted dozens of times, and the sword wheel turned into an overwhelming sword spirit. The continuous sword spirit is like a giant dragon across the world, which seems to be endless.

"Give it off!" Huang Wuji roared, and all the sword gas turned into a sword dragon. The dragon roared and resounded through the void. With the golden sword light, he swayed straight up 90,000 miles, swooped down, with the domineering momentum of destroying everything, clicked, rumbling thunder and lightning, staggered friction stirred sparks, and the sword gas was like the Milky Way stars pouring down from the nine days. , choked! It's like a divine soldier out of its sheath.

The 100-meter arm broke shoulder-to-shoulder again, with a thick black air, sprinkled a little fishy blood and fell to the ground, and the two arms fell side by side. Ah, my hand..." A low voice like a muffled thunder with resentment and anger roared from the gate of hell.

Without the support of his arm, the door of hell slowly closed under the control of the old man with white beard. Huang Wuji suddenly breathed a breath. Just now, he cut off the arm of the hell ghost general twice, and almost exhausted the spiritual power in his body. He was exhausted. He couldn't wait to fall to the ground and have a good sleep.

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