This coercion is like substance. Mo Qing is also a telepath, and he can feel that it contains powerful spiritual power and a kind of dark energy.
Under this pressure, Mo Qing even felt that speaking was a luxury, as it was a gap in absolute strength.
Boxer! And a more powerful boxer than Polka!
Mo Qing made an instant judgment. The owner of this pressure must be stronger than Polka. When facing Polka, Mo Qing still had the courage to fight, but in the face of this pressure, Mo Qing felt deeply
to one's own insignificance.
He no longer had the ability to chase the goshawk, and all his strength was used to resist the pressure. Starlight flickered all over Mo Qingzhou's body, and his body trembled, but his waist was still straight!
"What a powerful force! But do you want to overwhelm me with just your thoughts? That's a dream!"
Facing the strong pressure, Mo Qing also unleashed his unprecedented potential. Starlight had covered his whole body, making him look like a luminous body. All the muscles in his body were bulging. His body, which had been strengthened by gold energy, was overdrawn.
The power of it!
The bones made a "squeaking" sound. This pressure was enough to cause an ordinary boxer to collapse in an instant, but Mo Qing managed to hold on!
"Being tenacious is worth advocating, but when faced with a force you can't resist, that's just stupidity!"
A voice rang directly in Mo Qing's mind, like thunder exploding from the sky, and every word shook Mo Qing's soul.
After the other party finished speaking, Mo Qing took more than twenty steps back and stepped on the black stone ground, leaving deep footprints!
"puff!"
Mo Qing's hand shook, and the golden spear was inserted directly into the ground. Mo Qing held the gun barrel with one hand. With this support, Mo Qing withstood this wave of mental attacks.
"Hey! That's all you can do!"
Mo Qing sneered and spoke. It was extremely difficult to speak, but after overcoming the initial difficult moment, he was able to speak.
"Hey! This little baby is not simple."
The voice in the void sounded again, and all the pressure put on Mo Qing was suddenly gone.
Mo Qing's body trembled, and his clothes were wet with sweat. At this time, he was even a little scared. It might not be the best idea to resist. If he was not careful just now, he might collapse due to being unable to resist the pressure.
But no matter what, I survived, and there was a hint of admiration in the tone of that voice.
"Age is not an asset, who are you?"
Mo Qing was also a little annoyed at this person's oppression, and his tone of voice when he spoke was not respectful.
"Quack! The little baby has a bad temper. Haven't your family told you that you should respect your seniors and those who are stronger than you?"
The hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded again, ghost fires were scurrying around, the wind was biting, and the distant cemeteries were even filled with dust. The stars in the sky were dim, and it looked like a doomsday scene.
Mo Qing was not fascinated by these appearances. The stars all over his body were exposed to resist the invasion of the ubiquitous dark forces. If he stayed in this environment for a long time, if he didn't have some resistance, he would probably become a different person.
They don’t look like humans anymore, and ghosts don’t look like ghosts anymore.
"The soul-devouring abyss demon palace men and horses, show up for me!"
The hoarse voice sounded again, and the wind was strong and dark clouds were gathering all around. Countless blue ghost fires gathered from all directions, bringing with them the wind and dust all over the sky, rushing towards this martial arts arena.
The eighteen "general" flags around the square were fluttering in the wind, and the wind blew directly under the flags. Countless corpses of soldiers and generals appeared around the square.
Mo Qing looked around. The martial arts arena that was empty just now has now gathered nearly 20,000 people. Basically all of them are corpse soldiers. They are lined up neatly. Under each big flag, there are
About ten thousand corpse soldiers gathered.
At the front of the corpse soldier team is a corpse general.
Mo Qing even saw a few corpse generals he had just seen, and the corpse general holding the silver ax was one of them.
"The swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, iron crutches, meteors, whips, maces and hammers, all eighteen kinds of weapons are gathered together. It turns out that this is the origin of the eighteen general flags."
All eighteen corpse generals arrived, and the palace door opened wide.
All the corpses faced the direction of the palace, like pilgrims, looking at the people coming out of the palace.
Some female corpses whose skin had not yet rotted and looked quite pretty were walking in formation on both sides wearing dull-colored silk, holding huge fans and umbrellas.
In the middle of the two groups of female corpses, eight silver-armored corpses were carrying a large sedan. The sedan was the kind without a roof. It was just a big chair with a person sitting on the chair.
No! It should be a corpse, a very majestic corpse!
An old ghost wearing golden armor with an animal face and a fiery red cloak behind him sat crookedly on the sedan, his eyes slightly opening and closing, looking at the countless ghosts around him like an emperor.
When the sedan arrived, all the corpses knelt down and uttered two weird syllables from their throats. To Mo Qing, it sounded like a roar, but it felt like they were shouting something like Qiantose.
Long live such flattery.
As soon as the old ghost raised his hand, all the corpse soldiers and generals around him stood up and lined up like wood carvings and clay sculptures.
The old ghost did not let the eight silver-armored ghosts put down the sedan, but still sat on the sedan, looking down at Mo Qing.
Mo Qing looked at him without fear. This was the guy he was talking to just now. He looked quite majestic. I'm afraid ordinary boxers wouldn't have such power.
The old ghost looked at Mo Qing with his green eyes for a while, and suddenly let out a harsh and strange laugh: "Gah ga ga! An interesting boy, he is actually an eighth-level boxer. Has my ability declined, my lord? A third-level strength person.
It’s such a fucking irony that the coercion can’t overwhelm an eighth-level boxer!”
Mo Qing was stunned for a moment, listening to what the old ghost meant, his coercion just now was only at level three. Why? Did he still retain his strength? For a little boxer like him, does he need this?
"Boy, I won't talk nonsense to you anymore. Seeing that you have great potential, I will give you a chance to join my undead army and enjoy eternal life from now on. Are you willing?"
Facing this moody old ghost, Mo Qing said calmly: "Who are you? When you invite me to join, shouldn't you introduce yourself?"
"Am I inviting you? Gah! Boy, weren't you confused by me? I actually went back to invite a little boxer, gah! It's so funny."
The female corpses, the silver-armored warriors, and the eighteen corpse generals around them were guys who seemed to have some intelligence. The stiff muscles on their faces were trying hard to make twitching expressions, and they seemed to want to cooperate with them.
The king smiled.
It's just that they have been dead for who knows how long, and have basically lost the ability to laugh. The muscles on their faces will occasionally jump, which is as ugly as possible.
The Ghost King's laughter suddenly stopped, and he leaned over and said to Mo Qing: "Boy, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll make an exception and tell you one more thing. I am the Undead Ghost King, and everyone here is a member of my Undead Legion.
No one can pass through here without joining my army. It doesn’t matter if you disagree, I will make you a dead man. Dead men always obey my words the most.”
Facing the naked threat of the Undead Ghost King, Mo Qing did not show any fear, but smiled and said: "Really? Since the dead are the most obedient, and you can also control these dead, why do you still put on such a big show?
What are you doing? Do you want to show it to me, a person who is about to die? Okay, immortal old ghost, put away your tricks as soon as possible and tell the truth!"
The Undead Ghost King was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head in embarrassment: "You can see it so easily. Are all humans today so smart?"
"It's not that we are smart, but Ghost King, you haven't had contact with humans for a long time, right?"
"Of course, after hundreds of years, you are still the first today."
"You're lying!" Mo Qing suddenly shouted loudly. Without the pressure of the Ghost King, his voice was as loud as a bell, which frightened the Ghost King who was sitting on the sedan chair.
"Bold! If you yell in front of me, don't you want to live?"
The old ghost king's face was filled with anger, and a pair of green eyes seemed to be burning with will-o'-the-wisps. In this place where corpses were scattered all over the ground, his expression was quite rich.
"It's just a lie! Look at that person and the other person you hid. Aren't these human beings?"
Mo Qing's voice was louder, and he didn't care about the threat of the Ghost King. He pointed his finger at the goshawk dodging in the distance. Mo Qing's attention never left him.
The Ghost King was stunned for a moment, and then looked embarrassed. Naturally, he felt uncomfortable when Mo Qing exposed the lie in front of everyone.
He actually muttered something rare: "This doesn't mean anything. I don't like this person either. I didn't hide the other one. He didn't want to come out."
Hearing the Ghost King's words, Mo Qing smiled slightly. Sure enough, Mo Xian was here. He was a little worried because he didn't see Mo Xian, but now it's better.
The Ghost King is a ghost who has lived for who knows how many years. His intelligence is not low, but he is not used to dealing with people like Mo Qing. He was accidentally tricked by Mo Qing, and when he saw Mo Qing's expression, he knew that something was wrong.
be cheated.
"You bastard, you're actually teasing me!"
Blinking his eyes a few times, the Undead Ghost King stopped talking to Mo Qing. He said to Mo Qing: "Boy! I ask you now, are you willing to join our undead army? If you agree, everything is over. If you don't agree,
Now I will turn you into a corpse, you won’t doubt that I don’t have this ability, right?”
Seeing the Death Threat issued by the Undead Ghost King to him, Mo Qing relaxed even more. He looked at the Undead Ghost King with disdain: "I don't doubt your ability. You are indeed very powerful. You said it yourself.
You only used three levels of strength when you were coercing. Are you suppressing? What are you restraining? Well, if you dare to attack with all your strength, I'm afraid you won't have to spit with me here!"
As Mo Qing spoke, one leg even swayed carelessly, not paying attention to the Undead Ghost King at all. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)