The Opening Summons The Black and White Impermanence

He has eaten a lot of people from the Tianshifu, but the people of Maoshandao really haven't eaten it.

Now I think about it a little bit of anticipation, is it also the same taste as the people of Tianshifu, or is it a different taste.

"Well, this king will order you to go to Liucheng and catch me a few people from Maoshan Road. Remember that this king will live, and the dead will have no spirituality, and they will not taste good."

"Yes, the little one will go right away."

With the order of the Thousand-Year Ghost King, the ghosts were extremely excited.

It was finally possible to ask for the threat of death for a short time.

"It's not good, a person came from outside the Cuizhu Forest and killed several of us ghosts one after another!"

Just as everyone was about to set off, the guard ghost of the Cuizhu Forest rushed in to return.

"Master Ghost King, that person claims to be the sword **** of Maoshan Road, or is he going to flatten our green bamboo forest, chop off your head and go back to drink."

What an arrogant tone.

The ghosts took a breath.

The last person who dared to speak this way to the Thousand-Year Ghost King, the grass on his grave was over ten feet tall.

"Hahaha, hahaha."

When the Thousand-Year Ghost King heard these words, instead of being angry, he burst into laughter.

What I really want to do.

The people from Maoshan Road actually came to die in person.

"Ali, get him in for me."

The Thousand-Year Ghost King said to a ghost next to him.

"Yes."

The ghost general Ali fought his ghostly sword and rushed out.

The midair of the green bamboo forest.

The sword **** Han Jian stood proudly, staring straight ahead with a pair of sharp eyes, calmly carrying endless killing intent.

He was defeated.

It was defeated by the existence of the self-proclaimed Yin Cao Jifu.

And now,

He wants to regain his dignity.

Not only for myself, but also for Maoshan Road.

"Are you the guy who is not afraid of death? Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, very thin, does not seem to have much meat, I don't know what it's like after eating."

The ghost general Ali looked at Han Jian carefully, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

"Are you the one thousand-year ghost king."

"Joke, Master Ghost King is something you can see if you want to."

"You arrogant group, dare to be presumptuous in front of this sword god."

"Hahaha, what is the sword body, can it be eaten?" The ghost general Ali laughed presumptuously, and the ghost head knife in his hand was also shaking with his smile, as if he looked down on the human in front of him.

Han Jian's eyes became cold.

The Qiankun Wushuang Sword was full of murderous aura, sweeping through the air and forming a layer of airflow.

cut!

The sword moves.

The figure remained in the air.

Ghost General Ali was taken aback, so fast.

In the next instant, the human being he looked down upon had already pierced the sword into his body.

Looking back at myself, there was no response.

"Tell you the Thousand-Year Ghost King, let alone a mere ghost general, even if he came in person, the deity also slashed with a single sword."

With a sword smashed away the blood on it, Han Jian yelled at the green bamboo forest.

Kill the ghost general!

The squinted eyes of the Thousand-Year Ghost King finally opened a little.

It seems that the Maoshandao people really have some abilities.

"Next one, who of you is going."

"Master Ghost King, I'll go!"

The ghost stood up Chen He.

Thinking that when the Thousand-Year Ghost King occupies the Cuizhu Forest, Chen He was the first person to follow him. It can be called the direct line of the Thousand-Year Ghost King.

"Well, you go and bring me his head."

"Yes."

The ghost general Chen He also walked out with his own sword.

In terms of strength, Chen He ranks among the top three among the many ghost generals. Compared with Ali, he has a higher level of cultivation.

If the people of Maoshandao can kill Ali, they may not be able to kill Chen He.

The same place, different ghosts.

The blood on the blade hadn't dried yet, and the Thousand-Year Ghost King sent a new ghost to fight.

"It was you who killed the ghost general Ali."

"You are no exception."

Qiankun Wushuang blooms a little bit of cold light.

Han Jian raised his sword towards the sky a little, and the huge air current raged around, and the towering sky burst out with huge pressure.

Humph.

Chen He snorted coldly.

Raising the big knife in his hand, he slashed towards him,

cut!

A sword moves, and the wind is surging.

Jianmang splits forward, the wind breaks, the cloud is short, and the ghost is dead.

Chen He was split into two by Han Jian, and disappeared on the spot.

Lost!

The spectators were shocked, and the Titans under the Thousand-Year Ghost Throne were so vulnerable.

"who is the next."

Han Jian asked again.

No one dared to answer this time.

Two ghosts have already made a demonstration, and the same goes for their fate after taking a step forward.

Bang.

The Thousand-Year Ghost King crushed the skull he was playing with, and a pair of ghost eyes seemed to be breathing fire.

The mere humans were so rampant that they even killed his two ghost generals in a row.

He stood up slightly, ready to personally deal with the sword **** of Maoshan Dao.

"Lord Ghost King, please calm down, it's better to let me visit him for a while."

Dark corner

An evil spirit more than nine feet tall suddenly stood up, his eyes were as big as a copper bell, and his mouth was constantly exhaling black air. Every step forward would cause the ground to tremble.

Ghost general, vigorously.

The first fierce general under the thousand-year ghost throne, and the fellow practitioner most feared by many ghost generals.

"Dali, do you want to go."

The Thousand-Year Ghost King asked without even looking at him.

Although Ram Dali's cultivation base is still in the ghost state, he already has the strength to compete with the ghost king.

For so many years, the Thousand-Year Ghost King has never regarded Hang Dali as his subordinate, and more like his own brother.

"Lord Ghost King, don't worry, I will catch him back."

Ram Dali carried his mace and walked out slowly.

The other ghosts felt cold.

The rammed mace weighs ten thousand catties, and if it is hard hit, it must be a meatloaf.

I just don't know if Ghost King likes eating meatloaf.

"Here is another one? Could it be that the Thousand-Year Ghost King is a tortoise with a shrunken head? He dare not fight with me!"

Seeing the huge ghost in front of him, Han Jian was not shocked at all. Instead, he felt that the Thousand-Year Ghost King was nothing more than this.

"The mere ants are not enough to witness the strength of Lord Ghost King."

Ram vigorously lifted the mace and said towards him.

"In that case, you die!"

Disdain to speak.

The sword **** was moving a sword, determined to give the ghost general a happy life, let him die with ignorance.

Bang.

boom.

A sharp sword burst out.

The Sword God was shocked. He didn't expect this ghost to be so agile and able to raise his mace to block his sword moves in a short time.

"Just ants, you are too rampant."

Ram vigorously looked at the sword god, and said coldly.

"Humph!"

The sword **** got angry, and the sword energy that hadn't dissipated again condensed, and the thick mace was cut off abruptly.

cut!

Accompanied by his loud shout, the ghost general Han Dali followed in the footsteps of the former.

The rain of blood scattered, and the ghosts were terrified.