A golden whirlwind swept over and fell to the ground, spitting out Zhuge Buliang, Fei'er and the others.
Suddenly, everyone's eyes were attracted to him, and everyone looked shocked. They were not dead yet.
"It's them!" the black-armored ghost cultivator shouted.
The ghost cultivator carrying the black sword and the ghost cultivator carrying the big sword were both attracted by Zhuge Buliang and the others, and the surrounding ghost cultivators were also surprised.
"It's a miracle that they are not dead yet. They were able to come out alive after entering the golden light for more than five days."[
"They are so powerful. Are they really strong men who came out of purgatory?"
"Are you that stranger?" The ghost cultivator carrying the black sword walked up, and the armor on his body made a "clanging sound". Under the helmet, a pair of green eyes stared at Zhuge Buliang.
Zhuge Buliang glanced at the black-armored ghost cultivator and already understood that these people must be his reinforcements.
"Who are you?" Zhuge Buliang raised his eyebrows.
"I am the ghost king's right envoy." The ghost cultivator carrying the black sword said, took a step forward, and said: "I don't care how you got to the eighteenth level of hell, you devour the ghost cultivator as a living person
, broke the balance of the eighteen levels of hell, I will kill you on behalf of the Ghost King."
Zhuge Buliang frowned slightly, and the small ginseng fruit jumped on his shoulder and whispered a few words in Zhuge Buliang's ear.
Zhuge Bu nodded, a tyrannical aura overflowing from his body, and said: "Is it up to you? Maybe your Ghost King is okay."
"What did you say! How brave!" The Ghost King's right envoy shouted Shen.
"Your Majesty, kill these strangers!" the black-armored ghost cultivator shouted.
The ghost cultivators watching around were also bustling and pointing.
The ghost cultivator not far away who was carrying a big sword was silent, as if he was pondering something.
"That's not a bad tone. I will kill you on behalf of the Ghost King!" The Ghost King's right envoy shouted, and the four black swords suddenly unsheathed, bringing out a fierce sword intent, just like four black dragons coming out of the sea.
Two black swords were held in the hands of the Ghost King's right envoy, while the other two were suspended above the Ghost King's right envoy's head.
With a slight smile on his face, Zhuge Buliang stood with his hands behind his back: "Little monkey, I don't want to deal with a character like this. You go and deal with him."
The monkey squeaked twice and said dissatisfied: "Idiot, I am your senior brother, how can you instruct me?"
"Just go if I tell you to, there is so much nonsense." The little ginseng fruit looked at the monkey, and the monkey looked at each other, his eyes rolling around.
The monkey seemed to understand the meaning of Zhuge Buliang and the little ginseng fruit. He nodded reluctantly, but still walked up carrying the iron rod.
"You're just a beast?" the Ghost King's right envoy said with disdain, not taking the monkey in his eyes at all.
"You bastard, you will soon see how powerful your little grandpa is." After the monkey learned human speech, it learned nothing else but the monkey skull mantra.[
"Boom!" A black stick rose into the air, pressing toward the Ghost King's right envoy like a black mountain range.
The Ghost King's right envoy was surprised. He didn't expect that a seemingly ordinary monkey could have such strength. The two black swords above his head rushed out and turned into two black dragons, facing the "mountain range" pressing down from the sky.
”.
"boom!"
The black dragon collided with the black mountain range, and the two flew backwards towards each other. The mountain range turned into iron rods again and returned to the monkey's hands.
The right envoy of the Ghost King stepped back a few steps.
The hair on the monkey's body was like golden flames, and the third eye on its forehead was glowing with golden light. With a strange cry of "Squeak!", the monkey flew up, somersaulted out, and pointed the iron rod directly at the right envoy of the Ghost King.
"Clang!" The ghost king slashed out two black swords from his right, and the sword light burst out as black as ink, fighting with the monkey.
A black shadow and a golden shadow crisscrossed each other, fighting fiercely.
The two black swords turned into two long dragons and flew out. The black iron rods crushed the void and danced around.
"Boom!"
In mid-air, it seemed as if they were reminded of the doomsday punishment. Many onlookers retreated one after another.
The Ghost King's right envoy put the two black swords in his hands together and turned into a black dragon and rushed towards the monkey.
"boom!"
The black stick pressed into the air and hit the black dragon. The black dragon roared and almost fell from the air. The ferocious dragon opened its mouth and bit at the gray-haired monkey.
At this moment, a golden light flew from the golden light zone and shot into the monkey's third eye. The monkey suddenly burst out with golden light, and the light turned into a golden roc, fluttering its wings and flying high.
The golden roc neighed, its wings were like golden knives, and its sharp claws seemed to be able to break the sky and the earth, tearing towards the black dragon.
The ghost cultivators were astonished. No one knew why the monkey suddenly turned into a Tianpeng. Since ancient times, rocs have been the nemesis of the dragon clan. Only Zhuge Buliang and the others knew in their hearts that the golden light that flew just now must be a monkey.
The skull was punched out, causing the little monkey to initiate the first of the seventy-two transformations.
The seventy-two variations are divided into many types, the first of which is birds.
The little monkey made the right choice to become the nemesis of the dragons, Tianpeng.
In the distance, a dozen ghost cultivators dressed in black robes and carrying scythes on their backs stood together. One of them whispered: "These strangers seem to have some skills. How about we help the ghost king to use them?"
Another black-robed ghost cultivator shook his head and said: "These strangers are very mysterious, especially that man, whose strength is not clear at all. We'd better not act rashly."
"I heard that they come from purgatory. Are they the same as the Queen?"[
"When you go back, report it to the Queen. Maybe she knows the origins of these strangers."
"boom!"
The scales on the black dragon's body fell off, fell from the air, and hit the ground with a crash. The black dragon's body transformed and became itself. At this moment, the black armor on the Ghost King's right envoy had obvious cracks, and the helmet was gone, revealing
A picture of a man with black hair.
The Ghost King's right envoy vomited blood, roared, and once again wielded four black swords to kill the monkey.
At this time, the monkey also returned to its true form. It got a large purple-gold gourd from nowhere. The purple-gold gourd enlarged out of thin air, as big as a millstone.
This large purple-gold gourd was what Monkey had snatched from a cultivator in Tianchi.
"puff!"
Purple flames spurted out from the gourd's mouth and swept towards the Ghost King's right envoy.
"What!" The right envoy of the Ghost King exclaimed. What ghost cultivators fear most is flames, not to mention that this purple flame contains a trace of chaos power. Even a hair-like power of chaos is enough to make
Ordinary flames are hundreds of times scarier.
"ah!"
The Ghost King's right envoy screamed and was instantly enveloped in his purple flames.
The sound of "squeaking" sounded, and light black smoke came out from the body of the ghost king's right envoy. The ghost king's right envoy's body was steaming with black energy, trying to get rid of the pursuit of the purple flames.
But the purple flames came overwhelmingly, trying to completely engulf the Ghost King's right envoy.
Zhuge Buliang frowned and thought to himself, it's too bad. This dead monkey seems to be playing too big a trick. If he kills the Ghost King's right envoy, his and the little ginseng fruit's plan will be ruined.
At this time, the ghost cultivator who had been silent and motionless suddenly rose into the sky. The two swords were unsheathed, and a violent wind blew out, blocking the purple flames. At the same time, he grabbed the ghost king with his right hand.
brought it to him.
"Thank you." The Ghost King's right envoy glanced at him gratefully.
"Hey, who are you?" the monkey shouted while standing in mid-air, holding an iron rod and carrying his big gourd.
"I am the Ghost King, sitting down and envoy on the left." The ghost cultivator carrying a big sword said.