Chapter 911 Revenge

As expected, Yangwu touched his neck.

A neat but shallow mark slowly appeared, until it was completely ferocious, and the head was separated like a chasm.

The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he had completely remembered what happened that day. After his sister was pressed into the sacred car, he was held down, and then the ghost-headed sword was cut off mercilessly.

"I am dead."

Yang Wu murmured.

The man holding the ghost-headed sword shouted violently, pointing his sword at the young man with both hands: "How can you live since you are a dead man!"

The light in Yang Wu's eyes became increasingly dim: "How can I still live?"

After the words fell, the wound on his neck became more and more obvious. Even the head that had been placed on it was shaking. It seemed that no one needed to take action at all. In an instant, the young man's body would completely rot and turn into a handful of dead bones.

Main hall.

Inside the palace.

The guests were silent.

The ghost king on the high seat has his beard hanging down like an upside-down volcano.

Compared with the low stool under him, his huge body looked like a giant crouching on a stepstone.

The ghost king's body is covered in green and black, with fangs protruding from all directions, and his horns point diagonally towards the sky.

His eyes were glowing with a faint scarlet color as he looked at the young man who had barged in.

If it was true that the ghost official who sat down said that he had cut off the head three years ago, even with the magical power of the three-eyed ghost clan, he would not have survived at all, and he also possessed tyrannical strength.

Even Yuanying Zhenjun was shocked on the spot.

The monks below the first step even vomited blood on the spot.

Just because of the young man's roar.

"Is the innate magical power of the three-eyed ghost tribe so powerful?"

The red-haired ghost king sitting cross-legged on a low stool had a gloomy look in his eyes.

If so, then what he did may have been a losing business.

"If you can't live, then die."

"You can rest in peace when you die."

"Bury all unwillingness and resentment."

The strong man like an iron tower holds a huge bull's head on his head. I thought that such a rude monk could not say anything good at all, but I didn't expect that he could say such a sad thing.

However, as a murderer, Yang Wu suddenly raised his head as soon as he said this.

His red eyes were filled with tears, and he roared: "I can't die!"

"cannot!"

The pain in his neck reminds him all the time, but Yang Wu is unwilling to fall. Once he falls, how can he get his loved ones back? How can he take revenge after he falls? He may only be able to place his hope on the person standing on the mountain.

Tian beheaded the double-horned overhaul of the great demon.

However, he clearly already has power.

Why can't I do it myself?

Is it just because he died?

"But you are already dead."

Yang Wu felt that his body was getting heavier, just like that day.

until.

Suddenly a voice rang in my ears: "Do you want to live?"

The voice was ethereal and somewhat hoarse.

indifferent.

But firm.

It's as if nothing is difficult as long as he says it.

Yang Wu turned around fiercely: "Think!"

"If you want to, why don't you drink?"

Yang Wu grabbed the blood gourd from his waist.

Lift your head and drink.

Scarlet blood poured into his mouth.

His pale complexion quickly turned rosy, and the flat scars on his neck quickly faded.

After drinking three cups of blood and tears, a dragon roar shook the heavens.

The body of the young man Yang Wu transformed into a dragon of Zhang Xu.

Wearing dragon armor, he has three eyes on his head.

The roar fell, and his body became like a shuttle.

In an instant, he appeared in front of the bull-headed sword monk. The bull-headed sword monk fiercely clenched the ghost head in his hand and shouted: "I can kill you once, and I can kill you again."

boom.

The dragon's claw fell.

He grabbed the head of Niutou Daoxiu.

Give it a firm squeeze.

Bang!

A headless corpse surprisingly still maintains its previous majesty.

The Ghost Head Sword was still in his hand, but he no longer had the ability to activate it.

Time seemed to have completely frozen at this moment, and the sound of needle drops could be heard in the hall. The guests all looked at the tyrannical dragon man in surprise, horror, and fear.

"presumptuous!"

The pressure is coming.

The guardian standing below shouted angrily.

A mere brat who doesn't know what magical powers he has and doesn't know how to use his own power dares to cause havoc in Fujun's land.

The protector took a step forward, his spiritual aura was like the sun, mountains, rivers and lakes, enveloping the power of heaven and earth. It was a kind of infiltration, as if the entire small world was under his control.

"Qingyun Sword!"

Someone in the hall immediately exclaimed.

"The good wind, with its power, sends me to the blue clouds."

"A sword of blue clouds, Zha Ruolai."

The huge one eye on Zha Ruolai's face remained motionless, and the one horn stood tall.

The four arms do not look bloated but are very coordinated.

As a member of the Yaksha tribe in the underworld, there is no doubt about his strength. If he had not surrendered to the Ghost King, he might have become the king of a house in a short time.

The dragon boy held the blood gourd again and drank endlessly.

He hissed in a deep voice: "There is endless wine in the gourd to drink, and there are endless enemies to kill!"

"Who is my enemy?"

"Come forward."

"Drink my blood and chop my head off!"

The ghost king in the high seat never paid attention to the young dragon man.

At this moment, his eyes had completely fallen on the big two-horned ghost standing at the door of the palace and walking towards him. The big ghost calmly walked to a position, and the monk in the position rolled up and hurriedly got out.

The big ghost sat down and looked at the fine wine and food in front of him.

Nothing moved.

Not even words.

If it hadn't been for the loud shout just now, I would have thought he was mute.

"Stop being so arrogant!"

Zha Ruolai was angry and emitted divine light.

The true meaning turned into the sword of Qingyun, which hung high in the sky but fell into his hands.
To be continued...