Chapter 37 Demons and Ghosts Must Be Killed

After the tombstone of the burial site was lifted, furry ghosts crawled out from under the tombstone...

The faces of these ghosts are extremely strange, and their bodies are different. There are huge monsters with fangs roaring, birds flying above with wings on their backs, and ghosts born with one-horns roaring at the moon in front of their foreheads.

Zi Li dragged the heavy dead tree and finally came to the edge of the swamp. He looked back at everything behind him, although he felt a little creepy, and there was a chill in his heart.

A thrilling picture of thousands of ghosts, fierce ghosts rushed to him, as if they were going to tear him alive, and their faces were full of hatred.

Zili quickly tore off the rune on his chest, and a burst of dark demonic spirit suddenly dispersed, and before he completely became a demon, the cultivation on his body quickly climbed up. At the same time, the huge power he was born with also suddenly soared, as if he had eaten a powerful pill.

He directly picked up the dead tree thousands of catties long and threw it straight into the distance of the swamp. Therefore, the iron tree was thrown to the center of the swamp by him, splashing countless mud.

The iron tree was lying in the distance, and Zili finally felt a long breath in his heart. He stepped back a few steps and wanted to jump to the dead tree in the swamp with the help of the power of running forward buffer. The dead wood is so heavy that it is about to fall into the swamp. Time can't tolerate him dragging any more. He must use the power of the dead tree to successfully get through the swamp.

He kept walking back dozens of steps, and before the ghosts in the rear could lean on him, he hurriedly ran forward. The unreserved speed made his figure look like a wind and lightning, and the power of rush forward on tiptoe reached the extreme, like a dark light flashing under the confused moonlight. And this dark light quickly approached the edge of the swamp in just a moment.

Zi is fast and extraordinary, which is enough to be compared with the speed of the underworld soldiers who threw him away in the forest before. The oncoming night wind blew up his broken clothes and whirled. At a glance, he was like a shocking shadow, and the sound of breaking the wind turned around like a long breath. Gradually transformed into a demon, he suddenly disappeared on the burial ground.

After three breaths, his figure jumped high from the grave ground, and his body rushed like a sharp arrow on the string, jumping straight out with the terrible bouncing power.

Bang!

A faint soft sound spread, and Zi Li's eyes were black, and a very disgusting stench came from the tip of his nose. It turned out that he hit the rotten mud head-on.

The stench came from the mud, and there was a soft force that touched his body, but this force directly bulleted him back to the burial ground.

Angry, undescribable anger, Zili turned around and fell on the tombstone in the burial site, almost buried by the turned-up tombstone.

He reached out to wipe away the stinky mud on his face, stood up murderously, looked at the dog that intercepted him in front of him, and found that it was a crocodile leaping from the swamp. The crocodile has four claws with hooks, and its whole body is black. The glowing scales grow on its long strips one by one. When a swinging tail waved, it can't help but pick up the mud flowers formed by rotten soil in the swamp. The long figure covered a dark shadow under the moonlight, and the crocodile rose in mid-air and suddenly fell down, until the next moment there was a loud crackling sound in the swamp. The mud in the swamp seemed to have been blown away by ammunition, and countless stinky mud rushed straight to Zili on the shore.

"Bad thing, how dare you stop me from going? I took off your stinky skin!" While Zi Li broke his mouth and cursed, his body flashed back, and his tone seemed to be a little tearful, because the dead trees in the distance were about to sink.

Thousands of ghosts are getting closer and closer, as magnificent as a flood, as powerful as a rainbow, and a good example of soldiers coming to the city. There were hairy big hands at Zili's feet, and the tombstones around him were trembling. He looked around and in front of him, and the demonic spirit on the demon body became stronger and stronger.

Wow!

The ghosts shouted in unison, and a sound that made people's hearts shine was extremely shocking. Their whole body is full of hair, like an unevolved ape, but their figures are more burly and terrible, and their eyes are green and quiet, revealing a sense of their eyes.

"One kills one, two kills one pair!" Zili looked at the ghost approaching him and shouted.

Now he rushed forward and hit it directly with his huge fist, and immediately hit a ghost's head directly out of the mud-like brain. The turquoise blood flowed from the seven holes of the ghost. Zili saw it half kneel down and instantly stepped on the meat pie by the wave-like ghost behind him.

It is undoubtedly insignificant to knock down a ghost. After all, there are several unknown ghosts here, and Zoli is not sure that there will be a big ghost. His strength is so strong that he finally has nowhere to live.

Wow!

The sound of breaking the wind was clearly audible, and the son did not turn his head. He turned around with a big fist and directly clicked the huge arm behind him, which looked like dead wood. After he tore open the seal and became a demon, the ** degree of ** of these weak breaths and the qi changes of heaven and earth around him has reached a very terrible level. Even if an arrow feather flies in the distance, he can sense it in advance.

In order to survive in the chaotic war, Zi Li in the battle of demons must have his own unique means. His hands are stained with countless turquoise **, which are cold and smelly, but Zili can no longer take care of these so-called dirty **.

He danced with his hands, and every punch would make a ghost's bone sink, blood burst out, and rotten meat splashed.

Looking at the fallen ghost bodies and the continuous wave of ghosts on the burial ground, Zi Li knew that there would always be a moment when he would be exhausted, and the breath of heaven and earth in his body would be dry. At that time, there must be only one death, become one of them, or be torn alive by them, or become their meals.

"Ah! You bastards are going to die tonight!!" Zili went crazy and shouted something.

After unlocking the seal, Zili's strength was infinitely close to the reserve period, so he was able to collapse the nose bone of Lu Xiaoyu in the bow period and have no power to fight back. Moreover, even if the latter joins hands with Chaoge and encircles seven or eight ordinary disciples of the main peak, it can't hurt it at all, and it can only be killed.

At this moment, the ghosts in the burial ground are even more boiling, and the mountain-like ghosts gradually rise from under the tombstones, tremble and step by step on the dust. Every step of these huge ghosts will make the earth move and smash the tombstones they step on.

In the distance, Zili on the edge of the swamp killed like a star, making his whole consciousness numb. Every moment of his life, he could only keep killing, constantly swinging his huge arms like pulling mountains, and punching and punching on every ghost who was about to come to him.

Bang bang!

The turquoise blood flowed like a long river on the place of tombstones, and the bodies of fallen ghosts were killed again, and then they were trampled into meat mud by thousands of waves of ghosts, making a grunting sound.

These ghosts are unconscious. They do not have the survival consciousness of human beings and all things, just like the hundreds of underworld soldiers before. However, as long as Zi Li stops and does not kill for a moment, he will face death, and it is a tragic death torn by thousands of ghosts. Everyone's consciousness of survival is always very strong, and Zili is also a human being. Although he is a demon, since he is still alive, his desire for life is the same. Moreover, he has not rescued the captive brother. He can't die!

This is the second time he is so strongly that he doesn't want to die!

Boom!!

The earth shook and made a loud sound like thunder. Zi Li looked at the distance in shock and found that it was like a huge meteorite falling from the starry sky, causing a large area of ordinary ghosts in the distance to be directly crushed to death.

It was a wild ghost ten meters away. It was constantly walking towards him. His face was very ferocious and cold. The fangs at the corners of his mouth were bent, as if they could bend directly to the back of his head. His eyes were like a torch, and his murderous step would trample on large pieces of ghosts, thus splashing river-like green blood and spread. The corpse was buried and trampled directly on the ordinary ghosts under his feet into mud, and there was no way to escape.

The screams of thousands of ghosts were particularly harsh, and the wild ghosts set off a cold light in the silver moonlight.

Zili's face was absolutely clear, and he directly smashed the heads of ordinary ghosts around him. For a moment, green blood splashed, and screams kept ringing around him.

He killed all over the world, and his eyes were red. Usually, those intellectual consciousnesses had already been occupied by full of demonic spirit and bloodthirsty.

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