Chapter 649: White-haired Ghost Mother

"Daw, I must kill you and let you suffer in the fire all your life." The voice showed anger. Suddenly, Murong Kong's body turned over, and long nails grew on his five fingers, like a blade, and suddenly grabbed it off Shen Chong. The parasitic yuan god was obviously completely controlled by Murong Kong's body.

Shen Chong saw a seven-foot-long man with bearded eyebrows, making a sharp roar of a woman, and even his moves were extremely feminine. He couldn't help but feel a little chilly, but he did not retreat at all. Although the momentum of this Yuanshen burst out exceeded Murongkong, it was still not a threat to himself.

"Break!"

Shen Chong pointed out, and the sword spirit was fierce, and the sharp sword spirit suddenly pierced Murong Kong's palm.

The universe returns to the original sword, and the sword spirit is like the same. It transforms everything. It has stabbed the Yuanshen of Murong Kong. If this sword is real, it will kill the Yuanshen of Murongkong together, but Shen Chong has to fight. Only by killing the parasitic Yuanshen can it be possible to save Murongkong's life. Otherwise, he will always be a A conscious puppet.

Ji Jie!

The parasitic yuan god laughed strangely, and his palm suddenly exploded. Not only the palm of his hand, but also the whole body had exploded, turned into vitality and constantly twisted, but only gathered again in an instant. However, his body shape has changed greatly, and it is no longer the face of Murong Kong, but a woman with a crane-haired childlike face. It is said that the white hair and the appearance is extremely beautiful, but the eyes are gloomy, and the voice is extremely unpleasant, hoarse with a sinister meaning.

"Ky, I have some skills. No wonder I can destroy the foundation of my Shinto sect. However, when I meet my wife, your good luck has come to an end." The woman stared at Shen Chong fiercely, as if she was calculating Shen Chong's strength.

"Who the hell are you? Don't pretend to be a ghost!" Shen Chong shouted and burst out with a fierce momentum. He had sensed that Murong Kong's yuan god had completely fallen into silence. If it hadn't been for the protection of the magic fetus he planted, he would have been swallowed up clean.

"Haha, so many years have passed, no wonder everyone doesn't remember the horror of my white-haired ghost mother." The woman's white hair trembled, and every strand of hair emitted great resentment, as if she had imprisoned a soul.

"White-haired ghost mother, your longevity was about to run out three thousand years ago, but you are not dead yet." Suddenly, a black smoke permeated from Shen Chong's feet, and the figure of Jiao Chixia appeared.

Although Shen Chong has never heard of the name of the white-haired ghost mother, Jiao Chixia is not strange. The demon ancestor transformed by this giant python has dealt with the red flower ghost mother before being imprisoned in the land of demons, but it was thousands of years ago.

For the three demon ancestors of Jiuzhoumen, Shen Chong did not restrict their freedom after planting the marrow washing and turning the secret magic fetus on them. He even returned the bodies of Jiao Chixia and Lu Weizhou. At this time, Jiao Chixia has also reached the state of half-step broken and roared out.

"It turned out to be the demon king in the shape of a python. Why do you recognize a monastic monk now?" The white-haired ghost mother said in a cold voice, with a little disdain in her tone.

"Well, even if you recognize the master, it's much better than you, an old woman who is not human, ghost, demon or demon." Chi Jiaoxia's words were also very vicious. Three thousand years ago, it was because of this white-haired ghost mother that he was captured by the master of Juxingmen. His body was separated from his soul and suppressed in the Magic Ridge.

"You are looking for death!" The white-haired ghost mother was furious, and her eyes suddenly turned blood red. Her palms were bent into claws, and the tip of her claws was wrapped with a trace of black gas, and she suddenly grabbed Jiao Chixia.

The white-haired ghost mother was also a complete beauty in those years. Her father was a human monk, while her mother was a saint among the demon clan. She had the blood of the human race and the demon clan. She could practice the skills of the human race, but she also had the longevity of the demon clan, and she was talented. She was the daughter of heaven.

But later, I don't know why, my body was stained with ghost gas, mixed with the blood of the demon emperor, and became a non-human, non-demon, non-ghost, non-ghost existence, and was also the most jealous of others to talk about her blood.

Perhaps because she has four bloodlines, her strength cannot be ignored.

Although she knew that she was invincible, Jiao Chixia was unwilling to retreat. When her body turned over, the real body of the python appeared, opened her blood basin and bit her claws.

Boom!

The blood light flew up, and the demon spirit turned up. In the strange laughter of the white-haired ghost mother, the huge python body fell down, and the five huge blood marks were shocking.

"In those years, my wife just disdained to kill you, but since you wanted to die, don't blame me." The white-haired ghost mother's eyes turned over, and her long nails were suddenly stabbed out like a sharp sword.

Thousands of years ago, the strength of the two was the same, but after a long time, although she was only the body of the yuan god, she had already stepped into a broken state and killed a small demon ancestor.

But just when her five-finger fingers could be scratched on the python scales, suddenly, a sense of urgency and danger rose in the heart of the white-haired ghost mother. She was no longer in a hurry to take the life of Jiao Chixia. Her white hair was full of wind, and the roar of resentment hidden between the ends of her hair suddenly rolled back.

Sneer...

A mass of treasure light enveloped the world. Under the light of the treasure, the resentment dissipated one after another, the white hair of the white-haired ghost mother began to curl, and her face had also become old.

That is the light of the world's mysterious and the treasure. The world's mysterious world is in charge of the reincarnation of life and death. It has great restraint on the magic and ghost power. Under the light of the treasure, thick black smoke rose from the body of the white-haired ghost mother, as if it had been melted, and the pain made her scream.

"What is your relationship with Shinto sect?" Shen Chong said coldly that the wheels of life and death of the heavens had condensed, but had blocked her breath.

"Dat, where did you come from? How could you have such a powerful magic weapon?" The white-haired ghost mother screamed. Although she had long expected the other party's tricks, after all, she did not break her body and did not pay much attention to it from the bottom of her heart, but she did not expect that she would be restrained by one move.

"The mysterious world, smash the evil spirits!" The white-haired ghost mother just kept roaring and scolding. Shen Chong no longer hesitated and punched seven times in a row. His strength was transformed through the life and death wheel of the heavens, and his power was doubled.

With a loud noise, the body of the white-haired ghost mother has been smashed.

"Dawt," the white-haired ghost mother shouted, and the scattered vitality did not turn into shape again, but into a dark ghost baby.

The appearance of these ghost babies is no different from that of ordinary babies, but the whole body is dark, and the eyes are fierce, containing great resentment. This resentment shocks the heart and is enough to degenerate the soul.

In the sharp and harsh crying, a large number of ghost babies rushed to Shen fiercely.

"Ghost baby, white-haired ghost mother, how many babies have you killed to produce so many ghost babies." A flash of anger flashed in Shen Chong's eyes, and a strong murderous intention surged up in an instant.

Shen Chong once saw the refining method of ghost babies in a magic book. The process is extremely cruel, and it takes to collect a large number of babies' grievances to refine successfully.

In an instant, he not only hated the white-haired ghost mother, but also resented the Shinto sect. Even if the white-haired ghost mother was not a person of the Shinto sect, she must have a lot of connections with the Shinto sect. Perhaps these ghost babies are the Shinto sect who came forward to search for underage babies.

"Damn it!" Shen Chong said word by word that the murderous intention in his heart had been ignited. Suddenly, it pointed out and fell on the eyebrows of a ghost baby. The ghost baby cried sadly and immediately exploded, and the huge resentment immediately wrapped Shen Chong.

Then, one ghost baby after another exploded, and a ghost resentment had covered a hundred miles of Tianshan Mountain, exuding a ghost gas, making the whole grassland full of gloomy coldness.

"Kid, no matter how powerful you are, you will be swallowed up by my wife's ghost baby little by little. However, I will not kill you, but will feed my little babies with your flesh and blood, and let them bite you for a hundred years before you die." The white-haired ghost mother stood in resentment, and a trace of black appeared on her face. The ferocious smile made her look extremely horrible.

In the fierce resentment, Shen Chong's armor of the gods has appeared on his body. A ghost baby swam quickly around him, rushed forward from time to time, and then was bounced away by the light of the gods' armor.

These ghost babies have fierce eyes, and their sharp teeth are as sharp as knives, but their tender faces show endless pain. This is a kind of pain that can never be relieved. Day after day, they can only cry sadly.