The legendary creator of the system

Chapter 263 I Return From Hell
"Jie Jie, little baby, although you are the peerless ancestor of the Dou Qi realm, in my eyes, you are still just like an ant. There are many existences in this world, even if you are the peerless ancestor of the Dou Sheng realm. You can't afford to offend me, you are just ants, and dare to be so disrespectful to us seven ghosts in the underworld, today we seven ghosts will eat you, so as to escape from the shackles of the Xuanyin Mountain Range, and let the world have more fat sheep for us to enjoy."

When the other party spoke, his voice was extremely cold...

and.

Done.

In the void in front of Mo Lao, a black mist suddenly appeared, the black mist trembled for a while, and then a figure appeared.

This figure looks very terrifying. This figure has seven heads, one body, and one pair of feet, but it has fourteen arms.

Moreover, each head is different. Looking from left to right, the one on the far left is a black head, followed by white, red, green, blue, yellow, and purple.

These heads all have long fangs and look terrifying.

"Hmph, with such an ugly appearance, you dare to disrespect this deity, you are looking for death!!!"

Mo Lao snorted coldly, not afraid of the strange figure in front of him at all.

"Jie Jie, little baby, you are the ugly cultivator, we seven ghosts of the underworld are so handsome, and you, an ugly fighter, dare to insult us seven ghosts of the underworld like this, we will not give you any Lesson, you don't know how powerful our seven ghosts are." The seven heads of the seven ghosts looked at each other, and then looked at Mo Lao.

"Hmph, the mere seven ghosts of the underworld dare to be so rampant in front of this deity, anyway, this deity will accept you today." Mo Lao roared angrily, and suddenly rose into the air...

He is the peerless patriarch of the Fighting Saint Realm, not to mention, he still has the heavenly fighting skills bestowed by Ye Qiong in his hand.

In terms of strength, even those five or six fighting saints are no match for him!
And the other party is just a ghost with seven heads and one body at the peak of the real spirit realm, yet he still treats him like a fat sheep.

From Mo Lao's point of view, the seven ghosts in the underworld were really impatient.

After Mo Lao said that, he shot directly. His speed was extremely fast. With just a flicker, he rushed to the Seven Ghosts of the Underworld, and punched him down.

"Jie Jie, I really don't know what is good or bad, dare to make an enemy of our seven ghosts of the underworld, today I will show you how powerful our seven ghosts of the underworld are." The head in the middle said.

"Jie Jie, one ant dares to be an enemy of the seven of us, I'm really impatient."

The yellow head said, in their opinion, Mo Lao is just a small ant.

Even though Mo Lao's strength lies there!

"court death!"

Mo Lao roared angrily.It came down with a punch, but the seven ghosts of the underworld disappeared in an instant, making Lao Mo's angry blow hit the air forcefully.

"Jie Jie, ants, die."

Sudden.

at this time.

A sharp sound suddenly sounded from behind Yang Han, heart-piercing, and the next moment, a burst of black air suddenly hit Mo Lao's back, the black air seemed to be like a leech, drilling through every hole, just for a moment Suddenly, it got into Mo Lao's body.

Mo Lao was forced to take a few steps forward by this impact, and then he stopped. The black air was extremely cold, like ice, making Mo Lao's body extremely cold.

As if falling into an ice cellar...

"Jie Jie, the ant, you have been hit by our seven ghosts of the underworld, with the supreme underworld energy, even the Daluo Jinxian can't save you." The seven ghosts of the underworld appeared in front of Mo Lao. At this time, the seven ghosts of the underworld had already They split completely apart and became seven figures, looking at Mo Lao greedily, as if Mo Lao was their lamb to be slaughtered.

"Jie Jie, ants, they can't even stand our palms, and they still want to take us in. Could it be that people in this world are so arrogant." The black-headed ghost looked at Mo Lao and said sharply.

"Hmph, whoever is arrogant, you will know later." Mo Lao clutched his chest, his face turned pale.

However, the next moment, his face instantly turned red.

This scene really shocked the Seven Ghosts of the Yin Realm. This person had a pale face before, why has it been so long since this person...

This is the common aspiration of the seven ghosts in the underworld.

"Haha, the seven ghosts of the underworld thank you for your supreme underworld energy. If it weren't for your supreme underworld energy, I wouldn't have condensed the No. 15 silk fighting spirit so quickly, directly crossing the four-star and becoming a five-star fighting spirit." Holy."

Boss Mo drank, his face full of joy.

His hands didn't stop at all.

I don't know where I got a rusty ancient sword, waved it and rushed towards the seven ghosts...

Amidst the mottled shadows, a pair of slender fingers slowly raised.

There is a section of the hilt in the hands, only the hilt but not the blade of the long sword. However, on the wall to the north, there is a faint shadow of the sword. Then, that erratic sword figure reappeared again.

The raised hands drew an elegant arc, and waved towards a tall and straight ancient pine next to it. The loose pine cap fell slowly in a gust of gentle south wind, and the flat and protruding rings showed the passage of time.The sky became darker, the long sword became invisible again, the ancient twilight closed silently, and the heaven and earth became silent.

That sword is almost at its limit!
It is like a white snake spitting out a message, hissing and breaking the wind, and like a dragon swimming around, walking around, sometimes light like a swallow pointing a sword, sometimes like lightning, falling leaves falling...

"Blood sacrifice!"

The sword stops.

The seven figures flew out backwards as if rolling and fleeing.

At some point, the red-headed ghost who was holding the winning ticket turned into a disheveled appearance. Not only that, there was faintly dark green blood spraying out of his body, which looked very creepy.

"How is it possible, how is it possible???"

The red-headed ghost seemed to have lost his soul at this moment, murmuring incessantly.

Nether cold air, that is the supreme battle energy extracted from the Nether Yin fire, how could it not even hurt the opponent's skin, and even became a boost for the opponent to advance, helping the opponent become a five-star fighter in one fell swoop, and directly passed Four stars! ! !

However, this red-headed ghost is also an old monster that has passed through hundreds of years, and it didn't take a moment for him to come back to his senses.

"Even if I risk my old life today, I will kill you!!!"

The red-headed ghost's face was gloomy and uncertain, he didn't know what he was thinking, but he suddenly yelled a few minutes later.

The red-headed ghost's face was a little pale, but the corners of his eyes were full of determination! ! !

"I sacrifice my blood to the Blood Refining God!!!"

The red-headed ghost spoke plausibly, but the other six ghosts gritted their teeth and joined the red-headed ghost's camp! ! !
next moment.

There was a thunderous sound of footsteps at the end of the horizon, as if something huge was approaching.

It seemed to be a giant five or six meters tall, covered with green hair all over his body, but he didn't walk over, but was carried over by...!

Under him, stood a tiny figure, supporting this giant with one hand, and the thunderous footsteps came from his feet.

"I'm back from hell—"

The whisper was like the language of a demon.

(End of this chapter)