Chapter 1605: The Ghost King is convinced

However, at this moment, the soul moved, and he slashed out a sword in an ordinary way, but with endless transformations, and a breath that buried the heavens was released.

"Heavenly Burial Sword Style!"

A voice without any emotion sounded, as if it was coming from heaven.

The endless ghost energy and countless little ghosts all turned into nothingness in an instant, as if they had never appeared before, and were naturally annihilated.

Silence, deathly silence, this sea area was filled with the aura of burying the heavens, the sea water did not fluctuate at all, and the Ghost Emperor stood still. At this moment, it was as if time had stood still, and everything was frozen.

.

"How is that possible?"

After a long time, the Ghost Emperor finally moved, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The scepter in his hand made a shattering sound, and the strange skull was shattered, showing great damage; and the most important thing, many cracks appeared on the Ghost King's body, and along with the sound

When it fell, its whole body was directly broken into pieces, and its blood made the water of the Blood Sea even brighter red.

This sword seemed to have no movement at all, but its power was extremely terrifying. The Ghost Emperor tried his best to resist, but still could not block this fatal sword. The artifact and itself were chopped into pieces.

You must know that the Ghost Emperor's scepter is an imperial artifact. Even the most common imperial artifact is still an imperial artifact. But it was shattered by Lingxin's ordinary sword. What happened?

a kind of power?

The Ghost King's broken body was constantly trembling. Although he suffered heavy injuries, the Ghost King did not die because of this. His vitality was very tenacious. This may have been tempered under the suppression of the Ghost Saint!

In just a short moment, the Ghost Emperor's broken body was put back together, and he stood up again. What frightened the Ghost Emperor was that although his body had been reorganized, the scars could not be eliminated, and there was a strange feeling.

The power is entrenched in it, eroding his vitality. If this continues, he will eventually perish.

"Why is this happening? What exactly did you do to me?"

The Ghost King's expression was extremely horrified. He felt the breath of death, and his immortal body could not withstand the attack of his spiritual heart.

At this time, Lingxin's face was also a little pale. It was not only the consumption of divine energy, but also the consumption of his own mind. That amazing sword needed to condense a special kind of sword intent to be used, but this made him consume a lot of energy.

Even though he tried his best, he could not fully grasp the sword style for the first time.

Lingxin put away the divine sword and turned his gaze to the extremely miserable Ghost Emperor, with a cold smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

With one step forward, Lingxin arrived in front of the Ghost Emperor. However, the Ghost Emperor could not move at this moment and could only look at Lingxin with wide eyes.

"For the sake of you being my sparring partner just now, the previous grudges have been wiped out. However, if you want to live, you must surrender to me and swear to be loyal to me forever. I can help you remove the sword intent from your body.

Get out, otherwise, you will wait here to die slowly!"

Lingxin's faint voice sounded, giving the Ghost King a chance to live.

Now is the time to employ people, especially those who lost a lot of power in the battle with Xuanyang Palace. Lingxin hopes to replenish some powerhouses. The Ghost King is quite strong. If he can return to his heyday, he will be even more powerful.

Powerful help is exactly what he needs.

"I am the Ghost King, and I am the emperor of ghost cultivators. Why should you be my master?"

Hearing Ling Xin's words, the Ghost King roared loudly. He himself was also an inborn ghost, and he was the king of ghosts. Only others had always surrendered to him, and he had never thought of surrendering to others.

"I think you have been suppressed for too long and your brain is broken. Do you know the situation of the ghost cultivator lineage now? The ghost cultivator lineage has been expelled long ago and was sealed in the sea of ​​​​celestial ghosts. Even the supreme ghost cultivator

They have all fallen, and the Nine Netherworld Pearls have almost fallen into the hands of others. You still think that you are the emperor in ghost cultivation. As long as you go out now, you will definitely die and be buried; and why should I be yours?

Master? Just because I am better than you, just because your life is now in my hands. Think about it for yourself. If you want to die, I will not force you. If you die, your body can still be used for me.

I can use it to condense the bone tower that originally suppressed you, or I can refine you into a puppet. No matter what, it will be beneficial to me!"

Lingxin's voice was very cold. To deal with a person like the Ghost Emperor, one must destroy all the pride in his heart and make his mind collapse.

Sure enough, after hearing Ling Xin's words, the Ghost King fell silent, and a look of sadness appeared in his eyes. He didn't know whether he was sad for the ghost cultivator or for his own situation.

In fact, the Ghost King also knew that the Ghost Cultivator lineage was expelled, but he just didn't want to mention it. Although he had always been at odds with the Ghost Saint, he was extremely affectionate for the Ghost Cultivator lineage. He wanted to go to the Heavenly Ghost

Xinghai, but thinking that his cultivation level had not recovered yet, he gave up the idea.

At the same time, he also knew very well that the lineage of ghost cultivators basically could not appear in the forty-nine main star regions of the God Realm, so he chose to cultivate quietly in the sea of ​​​​blood because he did not want to be discovered by anyone. Unexpectedly, he was discovered by the spirit.

Xin found out, and he had to say that his luck was not very good. In just a billion years, the little shrimp in his eyes had become so powerful, which was beyond his wildest dreams.

"ah!"

While the Ghost King was deep in thought, the strange sword intent dormant in his body exploded, destroying his vitality and attacking his soul.

"Okay, I surrender to you. I haven't settled the accounts with the Ghost Saint yet. I can't just die like this. As long as you let me live, I can do whatever you want."

Finally, the Ghost King relented. He still had an obsession in his heart. He was defeated by the Ghost Saint and suppressed for hundreds of billions of years. This is something he has never been able to let go of. In order to seek revenge from the Ghost Saint, he must not do it now.

die.

Immediately, the Ghost King swore an oath to always be loyal to Lingxin, but the premise was that Lingxin could not stop him from settling accounts with the Ghost Saint.

The majestic ghost king, with countless unwillingness in his heart, still surrendered to Lingxin, looking extremely miserable. If he had known that this day would come, he would never have provoked the evil star of Lingxin. As a result, the mutton was gone.

After eating, I got into trouble, and now I have become someone else's slave. This is really a cycle of cause and effect, and retribution is unpleasant!

Seeing that the Ghost King finally surrendered, Lingxin also showed a smile. No matter whether the Ghost King was really willing to surrender or not, but now that he had sworn an oath, everything was no longer up to him. Lingxin was still very happy to get a powerful God King.

of.

There was no need for the Ghost Emperor to say anything else. Lingxin reached out and grabbed strands of strange sword energy from the wounds on the Ghost Emperor's body, and then integrated them into his own body. This was the sword energy that he had cultivated himself.

, it can naturally reenter the body, and it is impossible for him to throw it away.

As soon as these sword energy left the body, the ghost emperor's pain was immediately eliminated, and the scars on his body also quickly disappeared, and he recovered as before, as if he had never been injured, but his face was extremely pale.

This time he had injured his origin, and it was not that simple to recover. His cultivation, which he had finally recovered, fell again, leaving the Ghost Emperor in tears. He was really unlucky. He was trapped when he escaped.

He was severely injured, and as soon as he recovered, he was severely injured again. The most unfortunate thing was that he fell into the hands of the same person twice. God is so unfair.

Picking up the somewhat broken scepter, the Ghost Emperor was even more heartbroken. This was his natal magic weapon that he had been practicing since the beginning of his cultivation. It had been with him for who knows how many years, and he finally refined it into an imperial artifact. Now he was killed by his spiritual heart.

It was broken into pieces. Although it was not completely destroyed, it had lost its grade and became a king-grade artifact again. He didn't know how much effort it would take to repair it. He really lost a lot of money this time.

Seeing the Ghost King's appearance as if he had eaten a dead cockroach, Lingxin couldn't help but shook his head, waved his hand, and a body appeared in front of the Ghost King.

"This is the corpse of a god king. You can refine it into your scepter. Your scepter will naturally be repaired, and its grade will reach the imperial level again."

Hearing this, the Ghost King suddenly showed a happy expression, and then looked at Lingxin with some surprise. He really didn't expect that Lingxin would give him such a thing; and this was the body of the God King, and Lingxin took it out casually.

, is it possible that the current God King is so easy to kill?

When the Ghost King was surprised, Lingxin took out some things again, a Blood Dew Peach, several other magical fruits, and high-level magic elixirs, all of which were used to heal the Ghost King's wounds.

He needed the Ghost King to return to his peak condition as soon as possible, but he didn't want to subdue a weak Ghost King, which would be of little use to him.

"Thank you, Lord!"

The Ghost King's voice was dry, and it was obvious that he hadn't gotten used to it yet, but no matter how unwilling he was, he had to call his spiritual heart his master.

After successfully subduing the Lord, his spiritual heart returned to the Blood Pagoda. Of course, he was followed by the Ghost Emperor.

When the Ghost Emperor entered the Blood Pagoda and saw Xuantian and others, his eyes almost popped out of his head. Oh dear, there are so many strong people here, each of them stronger than him. If they had all taken action just now, he would have died long ago.

Thousands of times.

Among the few people, the only one who knows the Ghost Emperor is the Buried Sword God King. He once had a relationship with the Ghost Emperor. As for the others, they don't know him at all. After all, there are so many powerful people in this world, and they don't know him at all.

It's impossible to know everyone.

The Ghost King seemed quite silent. Now he has no face left. He also knew the Buried Sword God King, but unfortunately now he has become the slave of the disciple of the Buried Sword God King. The gap between this is really big. With him

For my temperament, it is quite difficult to accept it.
Chapter completed!