Huang Tingfu, the cold atmosphere permeated.

"Where is this?"

Opening his eyes with his eyes, the halo stabbed his eyes, and Jing Hong only felt that there was a slurry lake in his head.

"who I am?"

"Where is this?"

"Who are you?"

The shadow coincidence, see the figure sitting on the stone lotus. Although his heart is full of doubts, Jing Hong still responds instinctively, and at this time he realized that it was wrong.

Looking down, spreading the palm of your hand, the past flesh and blood have disappeared. Instead, the cold ghost body is replaced. Looking at such a scene, the mind is becoming more and more chaotic.

Seeing such a scene, Zhang Chun frowned slightly, and he was afraid that with the power of Zhuang Yuan's rebirth, he helped Jing Hong re -converge the soul and convert it into a ghost with the intention of seeing God, but Jing Hong's own consciousness still became fragmented.

"Issue, don't wake up yet!"

Tianda Fa · Tongyou operated hard, Zhang Chun made a light drink.

As thunderous, as Zhang Chunyi's words fell, Jing Hong's chaotic mind seemed to have a thunderbolt, and the chaos was opened. The past memory fragments began to emerge one by one.

"I am Jinghong."

"I am the master of Doli."

"I want to break through seeing God, I want to be the king of the world."

The confusion and dissipation in the eyes, the intensive will derived a substantial eyes. A bullishness of the world burst out from the two -meter -tall ghost body of Jinghong, and the overlord gun that has been turned into a genitals naturally appeared in his hands.

"Breakthrough seeing God failed, I should have died, is you turned me now?"

"Where is this, what do you want to do?"

The consciousness resumed sober, the tip of the gun was obliquely, and Zhang Chunyi, who was sitting on the stone lotus, was full of vigilance in Jing Hong's heart. The current changes have surpassed his original cognition.

At this time, the low tiger roar sounded, and a horrible pressure fell on Jing Hong's body.

"This power ..."

The soul and the ghost body groaned at the same time, as if a Shenshan was pressed on his body. If it wasn't for the timely recovery of the overlord gun and the ground with a gun, Jing Hong would almost kneel directly to the ground.

"What kind of beast is this?"

I barely stabilized my body, and I couldn't even move my fingers. The shadow became more and more enriched. Looking at the black tiger who slowly got up, Jing Hong's heart was full of horror.

He once led the army to suppress the chaos of the fierce beast, and the fierce beasts that were slaughtered by himself had no less than a thousand, but there was no black tiger horror in front of this black tiger.

One mention.

The figure was completely shrouded in the shadow. The death seemed to be in front of him. Jing Hong wanted to struggle but couldn't do it at all. Then a tiger's claw fell lightly on his shoulders.

Om, the horror power that is indescribable is drooping, and I can't hold it anymore. Jing Hong's legs are soft and kneeling directly to the ground. The ground is fractured in the ground, and the horror power still has not dissipated.

inside.

But at this time, another voice sounded quietly.

"Okay, Black Mountain."

Hearing this, Leng Bing glanced at Jing Hong, retracted his claws, yawned, walked back to Zhang Chunyi's side, Black Mountain lying on the ground again, slowly closed his eyes.

"I can answer you before, you have become the current appearance, it is indeed related to me. Now you are no longer humans, but you have become a ghost."

"As for this is Longhu Mountain."

Put his eyes at Jing Hong, Zhang Chunyi said.

After hearing this, Jing Hong stunned.

Longhu Mountain, here is Longhu Mountain? As the top warrior of the soil, Jing Hong is no stranger to this name, because the martial arts who passed on the world comes from Longhu Mountain. To some extent, the martial arts in the world

All disciples of Longhu Mountain, but no one has never known that Longhu Mountain is there.

In order to pursue the higher realm of martial arts, the warriors in the world have never given up looking for Longhu Mountain for hundreds of years, including him, but they have failed.

Longhu Mountain, this is simply the big ghost of the world, but you can see the black tiger lying on the ground, like sleeping black tigers, and he can't say anything.

After experiencing himself, he is very sure that the power of the black tiger has far surpassed the so -called god martial arts.

"This is really Dragon Tiger Mountain?"

Struggling to get up from the ground. Although it has been determined in his heart, Jinghong is still difficult to believe.

After hearing this, there was no excessive explanation, Zhang Chun pointed at Jing Hong one by one.

The cool feeling of Bingbing came, and the consciousness was unprecedentedly awake. Jing Hong saw the music soil, saw the six ear called Wu Zu, saw Xu Zhi, who had become the king of the world, saw the prosperous Dagai dynasty, and then

He saw the Human Tower and saw Longhu Mountain.

"It turns out that we are just the frog at the bottom of the well."

The worldview is impacted, and I am afraid of Jing Hong's mind, and it will inevitably be indifferent for a while.

"There is heaven in the sky, this world is far more exciting than I expected!"

After being suddenly, Jing Hong's eyes had a bright light.

The world is wide, and there is a immortal immortal. Here, his martial arts may be able to reach a new height. As a person, he has died, but as a ghost, he has just begun, and he also hopes to continue to climb up.

In just a few breaths, Jing Hong accepted the fact that he was incarnate into ghosts. For him, people or ghosts were not so important. He just wanted to continue to pursue his martial arts.

"Can martial arts never die?"

The eyes were hot, looking at Zhang Chunyi, Jing Hong asked.

After hearing the words, Zhang Chun shook his head with Jing Hong's eyes.

"I don't know, there are no elders who have a long -lived martial arts, the strongest is just seeing God. As for whether there are still roads, no one knows it."

Hearing this, Jing Hong's eyes were dim, but soon it turned into firmness.

"Life is a person, dead is a ghost, and since there is no way for martial arts, let me practice it, but this body ..."

The will is firm, and if you feel his body carefully, Jing Hong frowns tightly. This body has a weak power, but this power is far from the martial arts, even the slightest qi and blood.

"The fundamentals of martial arts are actually will, that is, the power of the heart, qi and blood are actually only auxiliary, or that is the force that humans are most likely to touch."

Understand Jing Hong's confusion, Zhang Chunyi spoke.

As a ghost, Jing Hong has no strength to qi and blood, but this does not mean that he cannot practice martial arts. Six ears practice martial arts with the demon body. At first, it was indeed based on qi and blood, but later he perfectly merged the demon power.

, Nothing.

"I have a ghost inheritance here, or I can help you solve the doubts."

Words, a heritage appears in Zhang Chunyi's hands. This is the ghost fairy path created by the ghost mother. It can help the ghosts to further condense the ghost body and make up for the natural defects of the ghosts. The essence is close to the immortal. The most important thing is to practice this inheritance ghost object

Can better stabilize self -awareness, and will not easily lose bloodthirsty and paranoia.

With this inheritance, Jing Hong can make up for the inadequateness of the ghosts and push away the door of the martial arts.
Chapter completed!