Chapter 615 Heavenly Demon Slaughtering God, Three Thousand Realms of Luofu!
"What a big skeleton."
"This is a monster in the realm of refining gods. If you can kill it, you can exchange it for 5,000 contribution points."
"What are you doing standing still?"
In the thick darkness, countless figures moved around.
Before the Five Ghost King could react, a dazzling spear light, like an angry dragon coming out of the sea, suddenly tore through the infinite darkness, shining in all directions, and instantly struck his skull on the face.
At the same time, a rough voice continued to bloom in the space.
"Junior brother, hurry up and hide behind us."
A group of figures holding war guns slowly emerged through the thick darkness.
The leader was a young man wearing a golden robe, holding a gentian spear, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a powerful look. His whole body was shining with golden light, like a god of war, and his whole body was extremely powerful.
Shen Chenfeng flashed and came behind this group of people.
He glanced across it, feeling awe-inspiring in his heart.
This group of disciples from Spear God Peak are all in the realm of refining gods.
And among the crowd, he also saw a familiar figure, it was Luo Qianjue who he had met in the ice and snow wasteland.
However, Shen Chenfeng was wearing a mask at this time, and Luo Qianjue did not recognize his identity.
Boom!
There was an earth-shaking loud noise.
The fierce spear light struck the Five Ghost King's face, stirring up a powerful storm.
But after the strong wind dissipated, the will-o'-the-wisps flashed crazily in the eyes of the Five Ghost Heavenly Kings, but there was not even a single scratch on his face.
"What a powerful body!"
"What kind of thing is this guy? He can actually resist Senior Brother Luo's Gentian Spear."
"Not only that, he also absorbed part of Senior Brother Luo's power to increase his own cultivation."
The crowd had no time to say hello to Shen Chenfeng, and looked at the Five Ghost Kings with horror in their eyes.
The holy son of the Spear God Peak is named Luo Fusheng.
It looks like he is five big and three thick, but in fact his observation is extremely detailed. He said: "The body of this skeleton is somewhat similar to Gu Yebai's innate white bone immortal body. Not only is it extremely hard, it can also swallow the power of the gods. Ordinary attacks cannot hurt it at all. he."
"What?"
"Innate body of white bones?"
"Since the magical power can't hurt him, what can we do?"
The crowd's eyes were surprised, causing a commotion.
Luo Fusheng's eyes flashed, and although he was frightened, he said: "Use the soul, just kill the soul of this skeleton. No matter how strong his body is, it will be useless."
"Hahaha, you are just a bunch of trash, and you want to kill me?"
Boom!
Before the sound could be heard, the Five Ghost Kings had already launched an attack.
He raised the black war spear to the back of his head, and then threw it forward with all his strength, his bones crackling.
Click!
The black war spear broke through ten times the speed of sound, and attacked madly at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
"Flash."
Luo Fusheng's face changed wildly and he yelled at the crowd around him.
Although they reacted instantly and dodged to the side, but in the dream world, their bodies were too weak to dodge at all.
"ah!"
The seven disciples of the Spear God Peak suddenly screamed and were pierced by black spears.
They sprinkled a cloud of blood mist in the air, and broken corpses fell to the ground one after another like heavy rain.
"This, this, this..."
"Dead, Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Zhao, they are really dead."
"Ah ah ah, the legend turns out to be true. They can really take our lives in the dream world."
Seeing this scene, the crowd was instantly horrified.
According to past situations, after a cultivator dies in the dream world, the body will disappear.
But now, the bodies of these people have been lingering for a long time.
dead.
This completely shows that the disciples who were killed just now are completely dead.
"Ah, bastard, how dare you kill my brother!"
Looking at the corpses on the ground, Luo Fusheng's eyes were red.
He roared angrily, and a dazzling war gun appeared behind his head, shining with silver light, with dragon-shaped patterns imprinted on it, and it thrust out fiercely.
Ouch!
When a gun was fired, the space shook, and countless dragon roars broke through the air.
"The dragon travels all over the world."
"kill!"
It was like a giant dragon riding the wind and waves, breaking through the void, carrying a fierce and domineering momentum, and instantly killed the Five Ghost King.
"You actually own a Horcrux?"
The Five Ghost King became furious, raised his black war spear, and swung it towards the sky.
Boom!
There was an explosion.
Within a radius of thousands of miles, the darkness was dispersed and everything became bright.
Countless disciples of Spear God Peak were caught off guard and their eyes were stabbed by the strong light, causing them to cry out slightly in pain.
Shen Chenfeng narrowed his eyes, and there seemed to be a cold light flashing in his eyes.
A figure flew out from the dazzling light.
His clothes were torn to pieces and stained with blood. His chest was heaving and he was panting violently. He was clearly Luo Fusheng, the Son of the Spear God.
"Holy shit!"
"How is this possible?"
"Senior Brother Luo is a master of the eighth level of God Refining, but he is no match for that skeleton?"
A group of disciples from Spear God Peak were filled with horror and fear.
Luo Fusheng spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body flashed with light, and he drew his gun again and went straight upstream.
"waste."
After the Five Ghost Kings defeated Luo Fusheng, their confidence immediately increased.
He waved the war spear violently, a deathly aura emerged from his body, and shouted sternly: "You have such little strength, but you dare to stop me? Who gave you the courage?"
"Sky Demon Slaughter God, please die for me."
Boom.
The war spear shook, and a large shadow emerged.
The shadow passed through the space silently, causing the entire void to collapse.
"Luofu, Three Thousand Realms!"
Luo Fusheng shook his war spear, and countless spear lights swept across it, and countless worlds faintly emerged from it.
Some of these worlds are vast, some have undulating mountains, some have vast oceans, and some are far and wide. If you look carefully, you will find that there are actually three thousand of these completely different worlds.
Luofu Three Thousand Worlds!
This is a peerless magical power that Luo Fusheng accidentally obtained when he was born in an ancient ruins. It is extremely powerful.
One shot swept across and everything was wiped out.
But the magical powers of the Five Ghost Kings are obviously more powerful.
The dark shadow flashed past, penetrating countless worlds and slamming into the battle spear.
Luo Fusheng grunted and flew out again.
"Senior brother."
"Senior Brother Luo."
The disciples of Gunshen Peak were shocked and flew up quickly, trying to come forward to rescue him.
Luo Fusheng swept the gunlight and stopped the disciples who wanted to support him. He ignored the blood at the corner of his mouth and said, "Quickly, this skeleton is very powerful. You are no match."
"Senior brother..."
The disciples of Gunshen Peak were filled with grief and wanted to say something.
Luo Fusheng was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood again and said, "Let's go quickly."
"Now that we have met, none of you can even think of leaving. Just use it as fodder for my Heavenly Demon War Spear."
The Five Ghost King sneered, waved his war spear again, and a large shadow appeared. It was like a stormy sea, spreading crazily.
"As long as I'm here, you can't even think of hurting my Spear God Peak disciple."
Luo Fusheng took a deep breath, desperate, and pounced on him again.
But soon, his body flew out at an even faster speed, sprinkling blood all over the sky.
"Brothers, let's go."
A disciple of the Spear God Peak, holding back his grief, gritted his teeth and said, "Senior Brother Luo, hold on. We will go back to the City of Dreams to find reinforcements for you."
Having said that, these disciples of Spear God Peak turned around and disappeared without hesitation.
After these disciples of Spear God Peak completely left, Luo Fusheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as these disciples of Spear God Peak leave safely.
Even if he died, he would have no regrets.
However.
Before he could finish breathing, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.
