Chapter 18 Ghost Crying and God Crying Wrong Life

This time, it was the real fire disaster of the sun, which was born to restrain the evil side door spell. The black gas summoned by Mr. Ou went straight to the sky, and he knew at a glance that it was not a serious road. The sun rolled down like a broken bamboo all the way, and in an instant, the thousand black gass were destroyed and destroyed.

Mr. Ou did not regret it at all, but with a flick of his finger, nine eighty-one flag flew out behind him, on which he drew a picture of a mythical beast, which was vivid. Eighty-one flags were arranged in 99 arrays, and a bright and cold light burst out in the array, rising high into the air, resisting the true fire of the swarming sun.

This ninety-eighth flag is an evil treasure Xuanyin gathering beast flag, and I don't know how many souls have been sacrificed on it. It is really a magic weapon that hurts the sky. Chongguang had never seen Mr. Ou perform such an evil spell before. Now seeing this scene, the origin of the mysterious monk gradually emerges.

"Mr. Ou is by no means authentic. When he was against the enemy, he crushed his opponents, so he could pretend to be generous, play against the enemy in a relaxed and freehand way, and applaud his opponents. Later, he was attacked by Guo Kui, and the means used in a hurry were very strange, but they were not evil. Now in the face of the unfathomable power of natural disaster, he is really forced out of his natural cultivation.

The real fire of the sun is stronger than the waves, surging like a tide, which is unstoppable. Mr. Ou's long hair flew, and his magnificent figure stood unyielding, confronting the power of the disaster. His hands formed one seal after another, and each seal bore great magical powers. Countless disasters flowed down, and there was no sign of weakening the momentum of this catastrophe.

His face gradually paled, but his expression was still firm, like a steel-cast face without any emotional fluctuations. The wide robe sleeves fluttering in the wind, and endless magic power is overwhelming, which makes Chongguang have to lament the unparalleled vitality of Mr. Ou, which has been accumulated for thousands of years and is extraordinary.

A melodious song floated from far away from the void, with an enchanting smell. The blazing sun in the sky is still burning. Under the ten rounds of sunlight, countless hazy shadows suddenly appeared, from far to near, from vague to clear, a group of beautiful women dressed like fairy.

These women slowly stepped on the void and walked slowly, and the outline gradually emerged. They stepped on light dance steps and sang ethereal songs in their mouths. Their songs were full of charming power, enchanting, exciting and palpitating.

In the face of this shocking and charming beauty, Chongguang is surprisingly calm. He seems to be born with the ability to resist erotic hallucinations. At the beginning, in the dust array of two instruments, he was trapped in the illusion of the world. It was this characteristic that helped him finally see through the essence of all illusions and see through nothingness.

However, Mr. Ou has never fallen into it at all. These singing and dancing demons have just surrounded him. The magic sound full of charm only sings to a little, and he hears his shout, like a Buddha lion roar, and this boundless color has a thin trend. He roared a second angry shout, and the ubiquitous demented magic sound in the void suddenly stopped, and the women who sang and danced quietly also stopped, as if they had fallen into a dull state.

He shouted late for the third time, and his voice was continuous. With his long roar, countless vitality in the void suddenly broke out, instantly dissipating these wonderful magic dancers. Even the ten rounds of white sun hovering in the sky were deterrated by his power, and there were faint signs of dormant.

Another round of the sun's real fire broke out, and the pressure of the sky disaster calmed down slightly. Mr. Ou just slowed down a little, and suddenly a thunderbolt in mid-air, and a thunder that stretched thousands of miles fell from the sky like a dragon, crushing down with an unsighted deterrent. Along the way was like a broken bamboo, just a face-to-face, which destroyed Mr. Ou's seven Xuanyin beast flags.

Mr. Ou exclaimed, and Chongguang was also full of incredible faces. Mid-polar Ziwei dazzling thunder?" As soon as he thought of this name, the thunder and lightning like a long rainbow had withered and destroyed all the 81 Xuanyin beasts. The sound did not fade at all, and it was still going down.

This thunderstorm is a vision of the heavenly world. The thunder itself is not a natural condensation, but a rare evolution called the four-elephant magnetic needle. This needle-shaped flying sword is produced from hundreds of millions of stars. It is a secret treasure naturally generated by heaven and earth, which is extremely rare. Its texture is strange. Although it is as fine as dust, it is indestructible. Once it evolves into a dazzling thunderbolt, it can illuminate the long dark night into a very bright day, which is extremely white. The monks below Yuanying will be blinded, destroy their eyes, and even shock their souls with only one look at each other. Among them, it contains the power of breaking magic, which can instantly break the magic power that is insufficient in the realm, and even destroy the lower-level magic sword.

Mr. Ou's ninety-eighty-page Xuanyin beast flag was accumulated during his thousand years of practice. I don't know how many monsters were carried in his hands and captured by the soul, so he refined this magic Dodger. This magic weapon is not only pure in texture, but also extremely high in quality. As long as the ordinary magic weapon flying sword hits his hand, it will be destroyed by the strange magic power contained in the beast flag, and even the real fire of the sun in the sky can only prevail.

He did not expect that this catastrophe would encounter the dazzling thunder of Zhongji Ziwei. The four-elephant magnetic needle is extremely precious, and it is extremely rare in hundreds of millions of star rivers in the world. This thunder is simply irresistible. No matter how he is, he can only watch his beloved magic weapon be completely destroyed.

Mr. Ou waved his hand again and flew out of a bronze statue from his sleeves. His facial features were handsome, his appearance was majestic, and he was magnificent in the void. Unparalleled thunder swept over and hit the halo of the statue, and there was a cracking sound. When you look closely, the surface of the statue has been covered with cracks, gradually separating along the trajectory of the cracks and scattered into countless fragments.

Mr. Ou tried his best and didn't know how many rare treasures he had used and used countless magical means, but he could only slightly delay the sharp thunder in the air. His face was full of anxiety, and he looked at the destruction of his treasures accumulated for thousands of years one by one, as if he was about to spit fire.

Seeing that the thunder was about to hit the dragon flying in the air, Mr. Ou gritted his teeth and waved a sword light, but he sacrificed his own flying sword. He has practiced for thousands of years, and the flying sword he used is also a rare treasure in the sea, comparable to the level of the yuan god magic weapon. However, with the touch of Zhongji Ziwei's dazzling thunder, this rare magic weapon in the world only barely supported a few hits, and exploded into a ball of hardware debris and dissipated in the air.

A look of despair flashed in Mr. Ou's eyes, and he looked back at the void behind him, and he didn't know what he was saying. At this time, the dragon hovering in the air has been wrapped in dazzling thunder, and a strong electric light bombarded the surface of the sword tire, making a harsh scream.

His face lost all his blood color in an instant, and he looked at the sword fetal dragon shape wrapped in lightning in vain, struggling in the air. Mr. Ou's eyes became darker and darker. Suddenly, he roared, with an unprecedented determination on his face. His magnificent body soared into the air and rushed to the struggling and howling dragon.

Looking at this thrilling scene between heaven and earth, he was already a little stunned. Suddenly, he heard Mr. Ou's heartbreaking roar and woke up. With a glance, he saw a scene that made him unforgettable in his life.

Mr. Ou held a pure black dragon-shaped sword tire and leisurely independently in the void. No matter how thousands of electric lights meet on his body, his eyes were calm.

This is the last time he saw Mr. Ou.