Chapter 192 The nine ghosts suppress the evil king, and the white-robed elder descends from the mountain

"This is……"

Evil Lord's eyes suddenly condensed, and he recalled in his mind what Maoshan Taiyin God had said to him before.

In the territory of Dongzhou, Wuhan, one of the three supreme ghosts and gods, has a total of seven ghost followers under his command, all of whom are powerful and have a long history.

But Fengdu, which is outside the three highest places, has twelve ghost followers under its command.

According to the wishes of the Taiyin God, this not only surpassed Wuxian in terms of numbers, but also far surpassed Wuxian in terms of overall strength.

Fengdu did not participate in the war that year.

Therefore, the evil king only has some understanding of Wu Ke's ghost relatives, but compared with the white-robed high priest of Buzhou Mountain, Wu Ke's ghost relatives are still much weaker.

At this moment, under the power of Izanagi's seal, he has returned to his former peak, which is the strength that can restrain the three white-robed high priests.

This strength is enough to be proud of.

"Come on, let me see what the so-called Fengdu ghost family is like." He put his hands behind his back and looked up at the nine whirlpools around the black coffin.

The aura became more majestic and deeper, accompanied by thunder and lightning in the distortion, presenting a scene of chaos.

Within a moment, a figure stepped out into the air.

The moment they left the black coffin, the entire Maoshan realm suddenly sank. All the Maoshan generals lowered their heads, their expressions were pale, and no one dared to say a word.

He was a young man without a shirt on. His bronze skin was engraved with strange totems. His red hair was shoulder-length and swaying all over the sky, giving him a rather evil and enchanting look.

His pupils were in the shape of magatama, his eyebrows were alternately carved with swords, and there was a jade ring hanging from his left ear, accompanied by lightning and lightning, which seemed to be some kind of rare magic weapon.

Especially his hands, which were covered in blood, and his nails were like silver moon scimitars.

Looking at this figure, the corners of Xie Jun's eyes twitched slightly.

Whether it was his aura or his face, they all brought him an inexplicable pressure.

"Hmph, bluff."

The evil king still stood with his hands behind his back, standing alone and proud in front of the black coffin.

Immediately afterwards, another twisted space shattered, and a second figure slowly walked out.

At this point, the coercion in Maoshan territory increased dramatically, and all the generals bowed their heads and knelt down, not daring to raise their heads at all.

There was a hurricane, and the sky changed. In the sight of the evil king, he saw a person wearing a mask and magical armor. He could not distinguish between male and female.

But on his shoulders, he carried a thick iron pestle, which was also a rare magical weapon!

The aura was deep, like an immortal vajra, and the armor covered it looked like the body was invincible and the magic was incomprehensible. The corner of the evil king's eyes twitched again when he saw it.

"Hmph, you two are just two of us, but I don't take them seriously." He straightened up again, waves of evil energy flowing through his body, as if he was unparalleled in the world.

As soon as he finished speaking, the black coffin shook, the third twisted space shattered, and the third ghost family member walked out.

The territory of Maoshan suddenly seemed overwhelmed, the hundreds of miles of mountains trembled slightly, and the particle mist in the air was so heavy that it was difficult to breathe.

The evil king's body tightened inexplicably. Before he could see clearly what the third ghost family looked like, the fourth twisted space also shattered, and the fourth ghost family member walked out.

At this moment, four ghost descendants came to the world, the laws of Maoshan Domain collapsed, and several shocking gaps appeared in the sky, like the rupture of a barrier!

Evil Lord finally felt threatened, his hands under his sleeves began to sweat, and his lips became increasingly dry.

But it was still not over. When the fifth, sixth, and even seventh ghosts stepped forward in unison, the Maoshan territory finally fell into pieces, and the barriers fell apart, revealing the outside world of Dongzhou.

This was simply unable to contain the auras of the seven ghosts in Fengdu, and it also made Evil Lord's face turn pale, his lips turn purple, and his body continued to stiffen.

If it were just the Red Demon and the ghost family in armor, he indeed had the confidence to fight against them.

But these seven people in front of them have almost the same level of aura, and their realm strength is above that of the late Saint King!

His confidence gradually began to waver. Even before the fight, Evil Lord felt an unbearable sense of oppression. His originally straight back slowly bent...

When the hurricane roared, the sky changed, until the eighth and ninth Fengdu ghosts appeared, and the black coffin finally stopped shaking.

But for the entire Maoshan territory, it was nothing short of a devastating impact.

In the eyes of the evil king, nine figures stand in the sky, like nine gods!

"It was you who disrespected me just now?"

The red charm's pupils flashed slightly, and her red hair was flying all over the sky. The extremely strange fluctuations caused a chill in the forest. When the words were slowly spread, the eyes of the other eight ghosts also looked at the evil king.

For a moment, Evil Lord felt a huge force coming from his shoulders, and his heart suddenly shrank.

"Oh, so what?"

Evil Lord responded indifferently. Although his face was pale and a drop of sweat could not help but fall down from his forehead, he still maintained his grace.

Seeing this, Hong Mei's long hair danced wildly, but in an instant it turned into countless cold needles, pointing directly at the evil king.

"Kill it."

The calm words came out, and the long hair immediately strangled him away.

The armored ghost warrior also swung the iron pestle and dunked mercilessly at the evil king. He also said a terrifying word: "Kill him!"

boom!

The boundary of Maoshan was booming, and the iron pestle swept down and broke through the air with the sound of thunder. Along the way, the fragmentation of space and the emergence of chaos could be seen.

All the remaining ghosts took a step forward and stared at the evil king coldly. The divine voice spread throughout the world, shaking the heaven and earth together.

"Kill it!"

The nine tones are billowing, going straight to the evil king's ears and mind.

He turned pale and stepped back. The long and sharp hair was already bombarding him, bringing with him the storm of annihilation. He waved his sleeves to block it, and the shadow of the black dragon burst out, but he was pierced on the spot!

He was so frightened that before he even made a move, the vajra and iron pestle had already descended on his head.

His complexion changed drastically, and Li Xiao rolled up a gray seal, forming the light of the sun and moon, but unexpectedly, he could not withstand the huge force pouring out, and was smashed into pieces.

The iron pestle roared and fell on top of his head, causing his body to collapse violently. His seven orifices spurted out blood and splattered everywhere. When he staggered back, he roared again and struck with his palms, finally holding on to the iron pestle.

However, before he could take a breath, another blood whip swept across, and the sound pierced the sky.

He suddenly turned his head to look with a horrified look on his face, until he slapped half of his body so hard that his flesh and blood splattered, and the evil energy was shattered by the strong wind.

His body was out of control and flew away upside down.

Before stopping along the way, another sword light exploded, sealing off the entire field. The light was cold for ten miles, piercing through all limbs and bones!

"I don't accept it! You... bully the few with the advantage of more!"

The evil king screamed, his proud heart was shattered to pieces.

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly figure flashed before his eyes, his huge black fist filled with the divine light of hell.

The evil king's pupils were wide open, filled with fear. He was so frightened that he desperately activated the power of evil magic. He gathered cross seals in his palms with the intention of resisting.

"Soul Fist!"

With a deep voice, filled with cold murderous intent, he punched the Evil Lord's palm with one open and closed fist, ignoring all the evil power, and went straight into the depths of his soul.

There was no strangeness in his body, but there was a terrifying feeling of tearing apart, and a huge hole instantly collapsed in the Maoshan ground.

The evil king's spirit was blasted out and separated from his body. His eyes were dull as he watched a chain dance wildly, piercing the spirit's forehead.

In the distance, there are white flames sweeping over again, completely enveloping the soul.

"No!"

A scream of despair echoed throughout the mountains and plains. Evil Lord never imagined that he would end up like this just after regaining his freedom.

Each of the Fengdu ghosts who came out of the black coffin has extremely terrifying strength and unique methods.

Perhaps he could gain the upper hand in a single fight, but he was facing nine whole deities!

Even the white-robed high priest of Buzhou Mountain is still running away with his head in his arms!

Originally, he thought that the so-called ghosts and the ruthless generals he encountered back then were on the same level, but the difference between them was completely incomparable.

Just as the Taiyin God of Maoshan said, it is better to fight without misfortune than to offend Fengdu!

As the ashes remained, the screams gradually became fainter until they disappeared.

The Evil Lord's soul was burned to the ground, and the nine Fengdu ghosts looked on indifferently. After confirming that the Evil Lord was completely dead, they all left the Maoshan territory with their sleeves empty.

Under the lofty mountains, those thousands of Maoshan ghost soldiers were already lying on the ground shivering. They allowed the ghosts to use their spells and destroy the territory at will without even daring to complain.

Many years ago, the Twelve Ghosts of Fengdu were an invincible small team, threatening Dongzhou for eternity.

The birth of Bai Luo and Yao Dao before had already silenced the Maoshan Taiyin God, let alone the emergence of all twelve of them now.

The evil king died suddenly because he chose the wrong opponent.

Wait until the storm subsides and Maoshan becomes silent.

Far away in the Huangquan Dao, under its underground abyss, many powerful martial artists who had been suppressed and detained by Yamazi were awakened one after another and opened their silent eyes.

They all looked at the five-faced ghost Buddha. From unknown time ago, the body of the five-faced ghost Buddha was revealing a strange and terrifying fluctuation.

Its five sides were twisted, endless black mist climbed up, and there was a ferocious laughter, which was extremely harsh.
To be continued...