Chapter 1192: Yin Yang Ghost General

"Lord Holy Son...defeated?"

Chanyu's eyes widened as wide as a toad's.

He looked at the Holy Son of the Witch Cult who was knocked to the ground in disbelief.

This is the Holy Son of Witchcraft!

The realm of the sixth level of the Imperial Martial Realm.

He even possesses a witch spirit body and is proficient in all kinds of witchcraft.

He also possesses witchcraft tools such as human skin drums.

In this way, he was still unable to defeat Xiao Changfeng.

This Dan Emperor is indeed terrifyingly powerful.

"The Holy Son has not been defeated yet, but the Alchemy Emperor's strength is indeed terrifying!"

The ancestor of Northern Wu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his toothless lips slowly moved.

But this battle.

But it is enough to prove Xiao Changfeng's identity.

After all, there are not many people who are equally talented and can defeat the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

"His physical body and spiritual energy are very strong, and he also possesses a martial spirit. It seems to be a tiger-type martial spirit, which is extremely lethal."

The ancestor of Northern Wu passed the battle just now.

I also had a judgment about Xiao Changfeng in my heart.

From beginning to end.

Xiao Changfeng didn't even take out the Moving Mountain Seal or the Sancai Sword Formation.

He just used the soul-forbidden gourd to take away 100,000 ghost figures.

But based on his own strength alone.

But it is enough to overwhelm the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

The six-note White Tiger Divine Fist broke through all the witchcraft of the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

Knock him down from the sky.

Which one is higher and which one is lower can be known at a glance.

But the ancestor of Northern Wu was not in a hurry to intervene.

Because he knows.

The Holy Son of Witchcraft still has a real trump card that he has yet to use.

Whoosh!

The Holy Son of Witchcraft soars into the sky.

With scars all over his body, he stood opposite Xiao Changfeng again.

But he was not in good condition at this time.

There is a clear fist mark on the chest.

It made his chest sag a little.

besides.

There was blood on the corner of his mouth, obviously he had vomited blood just now.

But with the help of the Witch Spirit Body.

As a result, he was not seriously injured and still had the strength to fight.

"Alchemy Emperor, you have not disappointed me, but the stronger you are, the more I want to kill you."

The Holy Son of Witchcraft wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Scarlet eyes stared intently at Xiao Changfeng.

Almost like a ghost!

"Don't worry, I will definitely make your skin into a new human skin drum, your bones into my witchcraft, and pour your blood into my wine glass!"

The Holy Son of Witchcraft makes the most poisonous voice.

It was obvious that he hated Xiao Changfeng to the extreme.

"You are too weak, summon your guardian ghost general!"

Xiao Changfeng's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly.

The power of the Holy Son of Witchcraft.

One is being able to control souls and communicate with ghosts and gods.

The second is to be born with two guardian ghost generals.

This is what enables him to rank fifteenth on the Qianlong Ranking.

It's a pity that he has the power to control souls.

It was completely useless in front of Xiao Changfeng's spiritual consciousness.

The divine consciousness is so strong that it can kill everything beneath the divine soul.

Therefore, what Xiao Changfeng is looking forward to more is his two protective ghost generals.

"You want to meet my ghost general? Okay, I will do what you want!"

The Holy Son of Witchcraft laughed ferociously, but did not hide it.

He knows it very well.

Facing a powerful opponent like Xiao Changfeng.

Must go all out.

"General Yin Gui, come out!"

The eyes of the Holy Son of Witchcraft are filled with invisible power.

There was even a low shout, like the words of ghosts and gods.

Mortals cannot hear it, only ghosts and generals can hear it.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the originally bright sunshine dimmed instantly.

The whole sky seemed to be covered with dark clouds and became extremely dark.

Then millions of spectators were stunned.

I saw a hundred-meter-tall ghost general appearing out of thin air.

It's like walking out of hell.

This ghost general is so big that his face cannot be seen clearly.

But it has six thick arms.

Each arm holds a treasure.

Long knives, sharp swords, huge shields, spears, chains, rattles.

Although these treasures are not real.

But obviously its power will never be weak.

And the strength of this ghost general is impressively at the Imperial Martial Realm.

The two protective ghost generals are very powerful.

But because of the restrictions imposed by the Holy Son of Witchcraft.

Therefore, it had to be gradually revealed as the strength of the Holy Son of the Witch Cult increased.

With the current strength of the Holy Son of the Witch Cult, who is at the sixth level of the Imperial Martial Realm.

He can only display the strength of the ghost general in the Imperial Martial Realm.

But this is enough for the Holy Son of Witchcraft.

Because he is not just a ghost general.

"General Yang Gui, come out!"

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult shouted again.

A bright black light burst out from his eyes.
To be continued...