An earth-shaking violent roar shook the minds of all those watching the battle.

In the sky, the ghost king's mask formed by the green flames became more and more distorted. The dragon in the body "bang bang" hit it, and even fluffy green sparks flew out and left the ghost king's face.

"What's going on? Why do you have such a powerful force? This is impossible... This is impossible... I specifically chose the bloody mass grave to fight in order to take advantage of the terrain here. How could you possibly

Still my opponent”

The sounds floating in the air became more and more shrill and panicked, and she screamed loudly, like a headless fly, anxiously circling around, but unable to think of a way to do it.

Long Wu looked at Onizuka Wusheng who was becoming more and more dull and lifeless across from him. A glimmer of wisdom flashed in his eyes. He laughed again and said: "You stupid woman, what are you saying about fighting with me? I'm just a clown. My dragon is domineering all over the world."

Unparalleled, no one can defeat me. Not to mention that you cannot gather the Yin Qi and resentment of the entire bloody mass grave. Even if you can, you will definitely not be my opponent."

Having said this, he pointed at the increasingly distorted Ghost King's mask in the sky with his Ruyi Stick, and shouted: "Unless your soul is completely integrated into the Ghost King's face and you personally control the blessing, there is little chance that it will be broken up."

The aura of this deity."

The voice floating in the air was choked, and then it sounded again: "Hahahahaha, Long Wu, your method is really good. As long as I can personally control the face of the Ghost King, I can reproduce one ten thousandth of the Ghost King's power.

, not only can it swallow up your momentum, but it can also kill you easily."

With Long Wu's constant stimulation with words and the proud figure that he could never defeat, the voice floating in the air became more and more crazy. He actually listened to Long Wu's words and wanted to merge his soul with the face of the Ghost King in the sky.

Together, it is conceivable that she has begun to lose basic rational thinking.

At the foot of the mountain, the spectators were confused. Some of the strong men said secretly: "This guy is getting more and more wrong. He has begun to lose his ability to think and has become unfathomably stupid."

"Long Wu indeed deliberately angered Onizuka Muyo, but what happened to Onizuka Muyo? That made her become so unreasonable?"

"Long Wu has carefully laid many language traps from the beginning, and now he has made Onizuka Wusheng's soul blend with the aura of the Ghost King's face. It seems that it is time to see the difference. However, this does not make sense at all. Our aura is inherently

It is formed by the convergence of one's own essence, energy and spirit. It is completely controlled by oneself. Why does it need any fusion of spirit and soul? Even if this ghost king's face is generated by the Yin energy and resentment of the bloody mass grave, it should not be

An uncontrollable situation arises.”

At this time, the rickety old woman just stared at Onizuka Wusheng, who was completely in a sluggish state, and murmured to herself: "Miss, the Ghost King's face and aura belong to you, how can we talk about it? Besides, we,

Does the Onizuka family have any secrets about the soul? That should be something that can only be accessed by monks who have entered the world of cultivation? Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"Watch my spirit merge with the face of the Ghost King, turning the heaven and earth into ghosts, and swallowing your dragon's domineering energy."

Following a crazy scream, the sound in the air floated higher and higher, and finally was completely submerged into the face of the Ghost King formed by the green flames.

The next moment, the face of the Green Flame Ghost King, which was about to collapse, suddenly came to life and became lifelike. It let out an earth-shattering horrifying roar, and its big mouth filled with fangs suddenly opened. The Yin Qi and resentment flying nearby were suddenly absorbed by it.

Whales swallow water like water, sucking it into their mouths.

Supplemented by huge power, the shape of the Green Flame Ghost King's face became much more stable, and he began to gradually suppress the dragon's domineering energy in his body. At the same time, the Green Flame Ghost King's face let out a ferocious laugh: "I feel the power, oh, powerful power.

Invincible power, wait, I will soon be able to refine your dragon's domineering energy, and then devour your soul."

Compared with the previous crazy female voice, its current voice has completely changed its tone, and suddenly turned into a mysterious voice that is neither male nor female, like a fierce ghost returning from hell to the world, completely different from human beings.

The ghost king's face opened with a big mouth, violently swallowing the Yin Qi all over the mountains and plains, and the body formed by the green flames continued to expand and grow.

The dark winds between heaven and earth are raging, resentment is rising, and a peerless ghost is gradually taking shape.

At this moment, the other spectators at the foot of the mountain changed their colors. Looking at the face of the Green Flame Ghost King that seemed to have come to life on the top of the bloody mass burial mound, as well as its crazy actions, the panic in their hearts quickly increased, giving birth to

A sense of crisis about to face a catastrophic disaster...

The figure in the black cloak trembled and said secretly: "No, Onizuka Wusheng's unknown soul has become completely irrational after blending into the ghost king's face, which is no longer imposing. He actually started talking nonsense and wanted to

Devouring the soul of Long Wu. This is a bloody mass grave with too much yin and resentment. If the ghost king's face continues to absorb it like this, sooner or later it will turn into an extremely ferocious evil ghost. By then, there will be

A catastrophic disaster is coming, and no one here can survive."

Others secretly said angrily: "What on earth does this Long Wu want to do? Does he want to create a terrifying ghost and then kill all the people here? Damn it, damn it."

"It's still too late to retreat now, but the decisive battle on the mountain hasn't ended yet, so I'm reluctant to leave like this," another strong man said hesitantly.

The rickety old woman was completely hairy at this time. She was hopping around, holding her wooden staff, and kept wandering in place. She said anxiously: "What can we do? What can we do? Miss, she is completely out of control and has completely lost her mind.

If you continue to devour it like this, I'm afraid even those old ghosts who have been hiding from the sun underground will come out to cause trouble. Huh, huh, huh, Long Wu, if my eldest daughter has any shortcomings, I... I will make you pay with your life."

Fortunately, there was no one else where the rickety old woman was, otherwise, she would have been frightened silly by the evil aura coming out of her body.

Just when all the spectators were restless, a strange sound suddenly sounded on the top of the bloody burial mound, like a bell, shocking the yin and resentment, spreading throughout the wilderness, with the power of isolating yin and yang.

The power of caring.

"Ba~~~"

Long Wuyi holds a stick and makes a seal with one hand, using his wisdom light to urge the six-character mantra. The treasure is solemn, like a war Buddha coming to the world.

Opposite him, Onitsuka Musei, who looked like a soulless puppet, suddenly trembled, and there was a sound of something breaking inside his body.

At the same time, the face of the ghost king in the sky suddenly let out an angry howl, and the strange voice resounded throughout the world, shrill and desperate: "Long Wu, you dare to cut off the connection between me and the physical body, making it impossible for me to return to the physical body.

You are so brave, so brave, I will devour your soul and make your soul cry inside my body every day, and you will never be reincarnated."

Angry, the Ghost King's face was really angry this time. He was wailing and roaring, and the Yin Qi between heaven and earth became more and more violent and raging. The resentment soaring into the sky actually formed the faces of fierce ghosts in its anger, flying,

Screaming, he rushed down towards Long Wu.

Although the warriors watching the battle at the foot of the mountain could not see the faces of those fierce ghosts, they could still feel the eerie and terrifying forces circling and flying, rushing towards Long Wu from all directions.

Such a battle has gone beyond the scope of mortal power. Whether it is the face of the ghost king formed by the green ghost fire, or the strange sound of Long Wu that shakes the world and cuts off the connection between the body and the soul, they all belong to the monks of the cultivation world.

appropriate means.

The battle situation was full of twists and turns, ups and downs, and the spectators were both frightened and excited. They wanted to escape far away, but they did not want to miss this exciting decisive battle.

The words from the Ghost King's face made the old woman's heart skip a beat, rising directly to her throat. However, Long Wu's next words made her heart drop again, sinking into the abyss of fear.

Long Wu raised his legs, stretched out his arms, and hugged Onizuka Wusheng, who had fainted with his eyes closed and was about to fall to the ground. After heaving a sigh of relief, he looked up at the angry and roaring Ghost King in the sky.

Face, snorted coldly and said: "You monster, you have a remnant soul that I don't know where it came from. You have been stealing Onizuka Mu's body for many years. You deserve to be unlucky when you meet me today."

In the air, the ghost king's face was in a state of madness. When he heard Long Wu's words, it was like a sledgehammer hit his head hard. He was stunned and stunned, his face full of horror.

Soon, the anger and madness on its face quickly faded away, and a ghost king's face showed a calm attitude, and asked coldly: "How do you know this secret? How do you know that I am not Onizuka Musei?"

He actually regained his sanity because of Long Wu's words, which was definitely not a good thing for Long Wu.

Everyone at the foot of the mountain was dumbfounded by this conversation and speechless. They only felt that today's decisive battle was one accident after another. The whole process was bizarre and unbelievable, constantly shocking their hearts and challenging their minds.

Senses.

The man in black cloak and other powerful men were equally shocked. Onizuka Musei turned out to be a "fake", a remnant soul that had occupied Onizuka Musei's body for many years? Is there anything bigger than this in this world?

A joke?

Their family has a close relationship with the world of cultivation. Naturally, they have heard elders in the family mention the matter of "remnant souls". It was just a missing piece of a monk who escaped when he was about to die.

Many parts of the soul.
Chapter completed!