The Ghost King lowered his head, dared not speak, let alone look at him.

Lan Ye smiled, turned around and left.

Just as Lan Ye raised his foot and took a step, a strange laugh sounded behind him. Lan Ye's heart tightened and said intimately, "Not good!" and then he was about to run forward, but it was too late, and his legs seemed to be

He weighs a thousand pounds, and he can't take the second step even if he tries his best!

"Ghost King Curse!" The Ghost King shouted softly.

"Boom..."

Countless thin hands emerged from the ground and hugged Lan Ye's legs tightly.

Seeing that his legs were gradually pulled into the ground by these dry hands, Lan Ye couldn't help but burst into a cold sweat.

"Ah--!" Lan Ye roared to the sky, and the broken sword in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly shone brightly, dispelling the darkness around him, and the dry hands were ashes like a shattered destruction.

Lan Ye suddenly felt a lighter under his feet, quickly stepped on his legs, and ran forward desperately.

But the ground had already become extremely soft, and with every step, my legs fell into half of the ground.

Although the light of the broken sword can destroy the dry hands on the ground, the dry hands hidden underground have no choice.

Before Lan Ye could take five steps, he could no longer take steps. His legs were pulled by countless invisible hands below the ground.

"I have to admit that you are indeed very strong!" The Ghost King said in a silence: "But, it's still a little too tender! Haha..."

Lan Ye was about to answer, but suddenly he felt the wind and clouds surging above his head, and countless skulls appeared out of thin air, forming a large circle, floating above Lan Ye.

There was a faint green light emitted from the skull's eyes and black gas continued to emerge.

"roar……"

There were a series of low roars in the air, both like roars and wails!

Lan Ye suddenly felt a blow in his mind, and even the broken sword trembled, and his light diminished sharply. He quickly covered his ears with his hands, but the sound still hit his eardrums and eroded his soul!

Lan Ye's face became ferocious because of the pain. He forced his head to turn around and said, "Didn't you admit it? Have you admitted it? You, you don't trust!"

"Gaga..." The Ghost King said proudly: "You are never tired of deceitful soldiers!"

"Why didn't use it at the beginning and insisted on waiting for me to leave before attacking behind the scenes?" Lan Ye was a little unwilling.

The Ghost King narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard, and said, "Because at the beginning, I was not sure!"

"I, I turn around, you are absolutely sure?" Lan Ye was puzzled.

The Ghost King said: "The Holy Sword of Zhuxian defeats all the evil spirits and evil spirits in heaven. I didn't expect you to have this sword. However, your realm is too low to fully exert the power of this sword. Even if you can, at most it will be only once.

,Gaga, I have bet right!”

"..." Lan Ye was speechless.

"However, even if I think so, I will not take risks easily. It is only after you turn around that I will determine that you are exhausted and will never be able to control the holy sword again!" The Ghost King continued.

"How did you see it?" Lan Ye was shocked. The Ghost King was right. After he used it once, he felt that his body was instantly hollowed out. It was impossible to use it again for the second time.

"The step you took!" the Ghost King said proudly.

"What?" Lan Ye was confused.

"On normal people always touch the ground first when walking, but your toes first when you touch the ground first, and your knees are stiff, either your legs are weak or your legs are numb. I understand enough, right?" The Ghost King said with a smile without a smile.

Lan Ye wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh. The Ghost King was right, his legs were indeed numb!

"It's time to end!" The Ghost King let out a long sigh, raised his hands and raised his head high.

The countless skulls in the air began to rotate, and the dry hands in the ground had pulled Lan Ye's body deeper into the ground, leaving only half of his body exposed outside.

Lan Ye felt something was wrong and supported the ground with both hands, trying to pull his body out of the ground.

"Ah--!" Lan Ye let out an angry roar, and he had already used all his strength.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the light of the broken sword also became dim, and more and more black air lingered around it.

What was even more desperate was that Lan Ye suddenly found that his hands were gradually disappearing, turning into wisps of black air floating towards the skull in the air.

He was shocked and quickly looked around to his body, but found that everything was ulcerated like rotten meat, and the festering minced meat turned into black gas and was sucked away by the skull.

"Gaga..." The Ghost King laughed unrestrainedly: "The return of the Holy Sword is not considered as insulting it, haga..."

"Buzz!"

In a daze, Lan Ye felt a crisp whine sound from his mind, and he vaguely felt like the sound of a holy sword!

Lan Ye was really desperate now. Without the Holy Sword, he would have no last reliance!

Ten breaths later, Lan Ye's body disappeared, leaving only one head still fighting to the death!

The Ghost King snorted coldly: "It's just a struggle!" After saying that, his hands bent into claws, and the skull in the air turned faster and faster. A strong storm pulled Lan Ye's long hair into a straight line.

"Buzz!"

Lan Ye felt another sound in his mind and lost consciousness.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Lan Ye's head suddenly exploded, and a ball of black air instantly spread out, offsetting the strong storm, and the spinning skulls also stopped at the same time!

"What the hell?" The Ghost King narrowed his eyes. Obviously, he didn't understand why this situation occurred. Normally, Lan Ye's head would slowly turn into black gas and beheaded by the skull, just like his body.

absorb.

But now it suddenly exploded. Not only did the skulls not only failed to absorb, but they were shocked to stop.

"Rove quickly!" The Ghost King roared, exerting force in his hand, and the skulls actually trembled in the air.

The Ghost King had already sweated coldly on his head and his face had also changed. He obviously used all his strength!

"Turn!" the Ghost King roared, but the skulls just stopped in the air and trembled, but they didn't turn.

The Ghost King did not give up, and he made two magic seals with his hands, and raised them over his head again.

At this moment, a red light suddenly burst out from the bursting black gas, followed by the second and third rays...

But after three breaths, the black air disappeared, and replaced by a figure half-kneeling on the ground, holding a giant sword in his hand!

The giant sword emitted three-colored light, instantly dispelling the darkness, and the Ghost King had to cover it with his hands.

"You, you... cannot, absolutely impossible!" The Ghost King saw the man's appearance through his fingers and screamed as if he had seen a ghost.

The person holding the sword is nothing but Lan Ye, and the giant sword in his hand is the Demon Sword!

At this time, Lan Ye's whole body was blood red, and red light burst out from his eyes, like a demon.

"Go to die!" Lan Ye shouted softly and raised the giant sword in his hand.

The Ghost King was shocked and hurriedly activated the skull in the sky, trying to fight to the death.

"Ha!" Lan Ye sneered, and the giant sword suddenly penetrated into the ground. With a "boom", the ground suddenly exploded, and the dry hands hidden under the ground were shocked.

"Who will compete with the Demon Sword?" Lan Ye roared wildly, pulled out the giant sword from the ground, and flipped it with the momentum. An invisible sword energy cut a bottomless hole into the ground and ran straight to the ground.

The Ghost King left.

"Bang!"

Before the Ghost King could react, he was knocked to ashes.

Lan Ye did not stop, and turned around in place, and the sword tip drew a circle on the ground.

"Go!" Lan Ye roared and threw the Demon Sword into the air.

A ray of light flashed, and the Demon Sword came out of his hand and headed straight for the skull in the air.

The Ghost King was dead, and the skulls lost their spirituality. They were blown up by the sword energy of the Demon Sword and instantly turned into ashes.

"Bang!"

The Demon Sword fell from the air and was inserted straight into the ground.

Lan Ye was about to pick up the Demon Sword, but suddenly he realized that the Demon Sword began to tremble. Lan Ye narrowed his eyes and unconsciously took back his left foot, which had just stepped out.

Immediately afterwards, a wisp of black air surged towards the demon sword from all directions...

After ten breaths, all the black air around had poured into the Demon Sword, and the Demon Sword stopped trembling. The three-colored light disappeared, but it was faintly emitted with a red halo, and the black air wandered around the sword body, even more than before.

Strange!

Lan Ye quickly stepped forward, grabbed the Demon Sword, trying to pull it out from the ground, but as soon as he touched the hilt of the sword, a severe pain came from his mind, which shocked him quickly.

In just a moment, he seemed to hear the howls of countless ghosts from the Demon Sword, and also saw the hideous faces of countless evil ghosts. Even the ghost king's face full of unwillingness and anger was in his mind.

Flashed by.

Lan Ye shook his head, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and held the hilt of the sword again.

Sure enough, countless wails and countless grimaces came from my mind again.

Pain was his strongest feeling!

Lan Ye bit his steel teeth and refused to let go when he died. The veins on his forehead had already risen.

"Ah--!" Lan Ye roared to the sky and tried his best to pull out the Demon Sword from the ground.
To be continued...