Everyone stared dumbly at the ghost head flying around, feeling a chill in their hearts.
In the world of immortality, there are many spells that can break bones and rejoin them, and there are also techniques that can cultivate three heads and six arms, but these techniques are not as weird as the man in black in front of him.
The head can still be controlled when it flies out, and the head can be returned to the body intact after being shot to pieces. Even evil cultivators have to take a breath for this.
Listening to the weird and terrifying voice of the man in black, Long Yang remained calm and said with a cold smile:
"Whether you are a human or a ghost, today is the day you die!"
The dark laughter of the man in black gradually stopped. Long Yang's repeated provocations really made him a little angry.
His true strength is in the late stage of Golden Immortal. In this Atlanta Trench, after being suppressed, he can only show his strength in the late stage of Tianxian.
However, his realm and experience are still there, and they are far from comparable to a boy like Long Yang who is in the early stage of being an immortal.
"Boy, don't you think you are a little too arrogant?"
The face of the man in black changed, and his terrifying fangs shone with a strange luster.
"Noisy!"
Long Yang didn't waste any time talking to the man in black. Pan Longji took action directly, piercing the sky with one finger, cutting through the sea water and the sky, and the golden light hit the man in black.
The man in black was furious. This kid didn't even wait for him to finish his words before taking action. He really didn't take him seriously.
He clasped his hands together, obviously he was a ghost, but he made the Buddha's gesture and shot out a black light.
The black light and the golden light collided in the water without making any sound. They melted into each other and then disappeared.
"This kid's golden light can actually resist the devouring ghost energy. This battle must be fought quickly!"
When the man in black saw the ghost energy that could swallow everything encountering the golden light, he seemed to be afraid. His devouring ability was completely lost, and his heart became solemn. This was not the ghost world. His ghost energy was limited and he could not fight for a long time.
His face was solemn, he solemnly held out a black sickle, and spoke plausibly:
"Your Majesty, the King of Ghosts, please give me the power to kill the enemy..."
Long Yang didn't have time to listen to him reciting the incantation there. He shot out one shot and broke the dragon spring twice. Several rays of golden light flew out and exploded around the man in black, like a water bottle bursting with slurry and a dragon spring gushing out.
Waves of black energy appeared around the man in black, tightly wrapping the man in black inside, blocking the impact of the explosion.
As the last character collapsed, the black scythe suddenly began to vibrate, the wind howled, and the ghostly aura seemed to fill it with countless souls screaming.
The man in black waved a terrifying scythe and looked like a ghost. He broke through the water and ran towards Long Yang. He was very fast and arrived in front of Long Yang in the blink of an eye.
Long Yang didn't panic, and swung the dragon's spine from bottom to top, creating a golden wave in the water.
The black scythe shattered the golden waves like a torrent. With the black energy blessed by the black scythe, it was able to compete with Long Yang's divine aura.
Long Yang was unusually calm, his delicate heart was spinning, and he instantly found the weak point of the man in black's offensive.
The spear shot out and hit the sickle just in time. The sickle tilted due to the force and Long Yang took advantage of the momentum and floated backwards like a fallen leaf.
Then Long Yang spoke softly, swung his gun and fired out streaks of gunfire, which spun and flew towards the man in black.
The man in black swung the sickle sideways in his hand.
A stream of black gas turned into a dragon, came out of the air, swung its head and tail, and rushed down. It was more than a hundred meters long, spraying clouds and mist, and the black gas was swirling and intersecting, enough to cut off the mountain peaks. It was extremely terrifying.
Long Yang rotated Panlong's spine, and his whole body also rotated, creating an extremely thin golden channel in the water.
The golden light was extremely solid, and little soft rays of light overflowed, immediately dimming the black energy dragon's brilliance, and then made a "click-click" sound and dissipated on the spot.
The man in black suddenly exerted force, and his slender body suddenly tensed up. The spine on his back was clearly visible, and his whole body shone with a terrifying and strange red light.
He held the sword in both hands and suddenly danced wildly in the water. Blood-red sword energy was released one after another. The momentum of thousands of swords was unstoppable and the devilish energy soared into the sky.
Long Yang was not afraid at all. The spiritual energy in his body was extremely moving but still, and extremely still, it was moving and followed its natural changes. It never contracted, expanded or decreased. He held the spear tightly, and the spiritual energy condensed on the tip of the spear.
His essence, his spirit, his Qi, his strength, his spirit, and his soul seemed to be condensed on the spear at this moment, and his heart was empty, without sadness or joy.
"go!"
A gun was swung out, and the billowing hot gun gas filled the water, but suddenly disappeared without a trace, replaced by a cold and solemn air.
After seeing the unpredictable and strange sword skills of the man in black, Long Yang also understood the principles of marksmanship. The powerful and fierce marksmanship also gradually contained some changes that were unpredictable.
The man in black breathed out a stream of black air, the black sickle turned into blood, and murderous intent gradually emerged.
He waved suddenly, and the sickle suddenly turned into an invisible and brilliant light.
"Tremble under my death scythe!"
The shadow of the knife cannot be seen when looking up, and cannot be seen when looking down. They embrace each other but feel empty, hold each other but there is nothing, they are vast and invisible.
The man in black used the knife to reach this point, which is really superb and terrifying.
Before he entered the ghost world, he was also a world-famous swordsman. He entered Taoism with a sickle and was obsessed with swords throughout his life.
Long Yang looked at the erratic Dao Mang, with thousands of thoughts in his mind. His delicate heart was desperately trying to find a way to solve it, but he found nothing.
He felt like a boatman struggling in a dark and angry sea with high waves and strong winds, far away from the shore, and he had a feeling of powerlessness.
He hates this feeling of powerlessness, and he, Long Yang, wants to hold his destiny in his own hands.
"Break!"
Long Yang took the initiative to cut off the thoughts in Qiqiao Exquisite Heart, stopped thinking, and fell into an ethereal state.
He focused all his energy and spiritual energy on the spear in his hand. The spear followed his mind, and his mind followed the spear. All things blended together, and there was no intention but no gun.
Panlongji is like his soul, changing postures at will.
His hands did not move, but the spear moved automatically, drawing ever-changing images in the water. Sometimes it was like the spring breeze blowing, fragrant peaches and plums, sometimes like the strong winter wind and biting ice.
The wind of the sword roared past, and the continuous sword power was never-ending. The color of the heaven and earth changed, and the ghosts and gods were frightened by it. It was alluring and gorgeous.
Long Yang was floating in the sword wind, and his body was riddled with holes by the sword wind, as if he was struggling to survive in the stormy sea, heavy rain and wind.
Then, under the control of Longyang's thoughts, Panlongji waved countless spear flowers, attacking while hiding in defense, defending while attacking, attacking steadily, and gradually resisted the sword wind. In the end, the sky was full of gun flowers, actually suppressing the sword wind!
At this moment, Long Yang's understanding of marksmanship reached a new level.
"Your gun is very strong!"
Even though he was an enemy, the man in black couldn't help but praise Long Yang.
The bloody sickle brought out an unparalleled and ferocious force, the ghostly aura made it difficult to breathe, and the sword technique was so weird and terrifying that almost no one could stop it.
But the tide rises and falls, and when the power of the sword is finally exhausted, the black energy gradually decreases, and beads of sweat appear on the face of the man in black.
But Long Yang seemed to never tire of it. Each shot was stronger than the last. Each shot accumulated the residual power of the previous shot, and after being superimposed, it expanded like a snowball.
After a hundred moves, the gun light and the entrained blood-red spiritual energy had reached an appalling momentum.
The blood-colored spiritual energy fused with the Blood-colored Coral King in Longyang Qi Sea is still surging, and it seems that it will never be used up.
He became more and more courageous as he fought!
When the man in black saw this, his expression became worse and worse.
"What's wrong, old guy? He's not working anymore?"
Long Yang mocked.
The man in black's face was changing, and finally he struck his waist with a knife as if he had made some decision!
Suddenly, the bloody sickle was enveloped in black air, which gradually expanded, and then made a loud bang.
A giant fanged ghost ten feet long appeared in front of Long Yang, and the bloody sickle was split into four parts and covered with the fanged ghost's limbs!
"You are very strong! But you should not provoke the Ghost King Sect!"
Giant fanged ghost tunnel, four scythes floating in the water, gloomy winds and chills.
Long Yang swung out his spear, shooting out streaks of brilliant light that filled the moonlit night.
The fanged ghost only used the two swords above to smash these rays of light, while the two sickles below were also flying continuously, shooting out a stream of swords.
A strange bright red sword light suddenly filled the air, and the sickle seemed to be alive. The sharp blade was flowing with light, exuding a kind of shocking magic power, and bursts of cold murderous aura spread throughout the entire sea area.
The sickle seemed to trigger an alluring and terrifying power. The black clouds above the sea began to roll, and violent lightning burst out from the endless deep sea, shattering the seabed land around Long Yang.
From the water came the sharp, thin, sharp and fast scream of the fanged ghost, like a needle pricking. The rapid sharp sound made Long Yang feel as if two sharp needles were suddenly inserted from the ear holes on both sides.
Harsh and uncomfortable.
This is suffocating pressure.
Long Yang's heart suddenly shook. The scream reminded him of the death scenes of plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos, and chrysanthemums. It aroused the boundless hatred in his heart, and his cold and murderous intent soared into the sky.
After the terrifying lightning, the wind roared, and the entire sea area seemed to be shrouded in black clouds. The dim moonlight suddenly disappeared, and the whole world became gloomy and depressing.
Long Yang's whole body was filled with endless coldness, and he suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the huge fanged ghost with a gun.
"I want you to pay for those dead girls!"
Long Yang gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
The golden spear whirled rapidly in his hand, like a strangely fluttering golden cloud. Reflecting the dark clouds above, the spear pulled out a stunning golden spear light, which solidified in the water for a long time.
Long Yang rushed to the fanged ghost in a blink of an eye, his muscles trembling all over, and he waved the spear with all his strength. The spear in his hand emitted a dazzling golden light, illuminating the dark deep sea.
The fanged ghost used its hands and feet, its four sickles flying non-stop, and soon suppressed Long Yang's golden spear.
Suddenly, the fanged ghost's eyes burst out with dazzling light, exuding a frightening and coquettish color. The four swords merged into one and suddenly struck out.
"Go to hell!"
The fanged ghost shouted hysterically.
Long Yang couldn't dodge and was hit by the sword light, causing one of his arms to fly in the water.
He felt extremely hot all over his body, and even the blood in his body seemed to be ignited. In a trance, it seemed that his whole body was plunged into a boundless sea of blood.
But his eyes are still extremely firm and cold, and at this moment, the surrounding space is already filled with wind and misery!
At this moment, the surrounding Tianlong Mansion gang members all froze, looking at what was happening in front of them in disbelief.
Time seemed to have stopped, and everyone was frozen into stone statues as if under a vicious spell, dumbfounded.
Long Yang's eyes flashed with boundless pain, and his face gradually became gloomy and cruel, revealing an unprecedented calmness.
The blood in his body kept surging, trying desperately to prevent the black energy carried by the sickle from entering his body.
"Ouch!"
A voice sounded like a dog, a horse, and a dragon, as if it was a roar from ancient times, and then boundless golden light spewed out from Long Yang's body, completely illuminating the boundless seabed.
The golden light dissipated, and a creature that looked like a dog and a horse appeared on the dark bottom of the sea.
A third horn slowly appeared on its head, a golden dragon horn that was much longer than the other two horns.
The dragon horns on its head bloomed with incomparable brightness, and the dragon scales on its body also increased little by little, exuding an extremely sacred aura.
It is extremely brave, with a pair of bright wings on its back flapping constantly, making it majestic.
Long Yang's true form appeared, and the sacred aura filled the entire sea area, making everyone unable to help but kneel down and worship.
Long Yang's severed limbs flew toward it quickly, and then turned into a golden light and merged into its body. The golden light flashed through, and its entire body became perfect.
At this time, the black clouds shrouding the sky suddenly let out an earth-shattering thunder, and the entire space seemed to be distorted, just like a confused and swaying reflection on the turbulent water.
The storm seemed to have arrived. The mythical beast transformed by Long Yang turned into a golden light and rushed straight towards the fang ghost. It was so fast that it could only see a flash of light before it rushed in front of the fang ghost.
The fang ghost shot out four swords at once, striking out with an extremely powerful sword. The wind of the sword was so fierce that Long Yang had to temporarily avoid it.
Long Yang was very fast, and after dodging a blow, he suddenly turned his head, and there seemed to be a hint of ridicule on the beast's face.
I saw that his incomparably powerful third horn suddenly began to gather strength, and all the golden energy in his body flowed towards the dragon horn.
Then a golden beam of light shot out suddenly, turned into a divine rainbow, radiated with rays of light, and headed straight for the fanged ghost.
The fanged ghost looked at the golden light pillar in disbelief, finally showing fear for the first time.
"This...this is the true dragon breath!"
The fanged ghost used all four limbs and placed all the bloody sickles in front of its chest, intending to resist this fatal blow.
A flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the dark seabed, and the dazzling light made it almost impossible to open your eyes.
Huge lightning struck the ground like a sharp sword, and thunder and lightning struck the land under the sea, causing huge waves and strange water mist.
Continuous thunder exploded, seeming to destroy the entire world, and a strong aura of heaven began to fill the air.
At this moment, the golden beam of light emitted by Long Yang was as devastating as breaking away the black energy surrounding the fanged ghost.
Then, the golden beam of light shattered his defense with a destructive momentum, and the bloody sickle was shattered on the spot!
A terrifying large hole also appeared in the fanged ghost's chest, from which black energy continued to pour out, and was then dispersed by the golden light.
The ferocious and terrifying expression of the Fang Ghost suddenly disappeared, and it fell to the ground weakly, turning into its true form as a man in black.
But the big hole in his chest was still there, and the golden light continued to swallow up the black energy in his body. It was obvious that he was already dead.
He suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.
"To think that my generation of Sword Saint, who is famous all over the world, actually enters the ghost realm and works under the banner of Ghost King Sect because of his own selfish desires!"
As he spoke, tears of blood flowed from his eyes.
The sacred aura continued to swallow his body, and the sky was filled with dark clouds. After the ghostly aura dissipated, he was no longer able to hide his identity. The law of space has discovered that he is not a member of this world, and heaven's punishment is coming!
Long Yang looked at him coldly, showing no sympathy for him at all.
"A generation of Sword Saint? A Sword Saint who only bullies little girls?"
He thought of the plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos, and chrysanthemums that had been killed by him, of Aunt Ying's heroic death, and of the countless brothers of the Tianlong Mansion who perished on this dark seabed, and endless hatred surged in his heart, wishing he could eat his flesh alive!
The golden light flashed again, and Long Yang's body changed again.
He turned into a young man wearing a cloak, with a handsome face and red-gold eyes. The cloak continued to float with the golden air waves, which was extremely magical.
"It's useless to say anything now."
The man in black looked desperately at the black clouds in the sky.
Boom! The dark clouds are rolling, and the clouds of thunder and calamity seem to have accumulated enough power and are about to rain down thunder to punish everything in the world.
Long Yang looked at the rolling thunderclouds and suddenly felt that his hands were so pale and weak, and the spear in his hand was as heavy as a mountain.
In front of this great power of heaven, everything seems so small and insignificant.
In the flash of lightning, huge thunder and lightning struck down, and the man in black was instantly submerged in the sea of thunder, and his body was completely annihilated, leaving nothing behind.
The dazzling lightning in the sky shattered everything with a power that Long Yang had never seen before, forming a hazy mist on the bottom of the sea.
In this cold and dreamy mist, Long Yang's mind became extremely ethereal.
The whole world became clear and clear, and it seemed that I could see farther and wider, see birds flying across the earth, see the vast sea and sky, and see the boundless mysterious starry sky.
The violent lightning and confused water splash gradually dissipated. Long Yang stared blankly at the dissipating thunderclouds, and the blood-red enchanting light in his eyes suddenly turned into tranquility and peace.
The hatred gradually faded away with the death of the man in black. He smelled a hint of the true meaning of heaven from the thunder disaster just now, but he didn't understand it clearly yet.
"Will one day I also have the power of thunder to shatter all the darkness I can see?"
Long Yang thought silently in his heart.
This may be something that even an emperor would find difficult to achieve, but this dream has gradually sprouted in Long Yang's heart.