"Is that so confident that you can defeat me?"

The Ghost Spirit Son has a strange face.

"Hmph, according to our information, your cultivation level is only at the second level of the Night Tour Realm, so the four ghost bodies are at most at the second level, but I am at the fourth level of the Night Tour Realm."

Ximen Ye said confidently: "In addition, the methods of ghost cultivators may be able to restrain other warriors, but they are useless to me, because I am practicing the Supreme Yang technique and are not afraid of your ghost power at all, so you will definitely lose today."

After saying that, he mobilized his true energy with all his strength, and the cultivation level of the fourth level of Yeyou Realm exploded with all his strength.

"The first style of Tongtian finger-Pojun!"

He roared angrily, and above the endless sky, a finger that was reaching the sky and earth fell down, and he crushed it hard at the Holy Son of the Ghost Spirit.

"Hahaha, Ximen Ye, you are too confident. The information of your Canglan Kingdom is really not very good. Today I will let you see the cultivation level of this Holy Son."

The Ghost Spirit Son laughed.

I saw him holding his hands up, and the infinite ghost power suddenly turned into a huge mace and hit Tongtian Finger hard.

boom!

This was a collision between powerful men in the Yeyou Realm. An amazing shock wave spread and instantly passed by hundreds of miles.

Wherever the shock wave passed, the clouds were instantly cleared out.

On the ground, countless ghost troops and coalition forces were fighting, and those who were not strong enough were torn to pieces.

"The fourth level of night tour land?"

Ximen Ye's face changed drastically. He never expected that the cultivation of the Ghost Spirit Son was the same as his.

He gritted his teeth and roared again: "The second style of Tongtian Finger - Town!"

Suddenly, a huge force spread out from Tongtian's fingers, instantly imprisoning everything around him.

The air stopped flowing, the sound returned to death, and the ghost army and coalition forces that were originally fighting nearby were forcibly frozen and did not move at all.

The terrible pressure gathered from all directions, and waves of oppressing the Ghost Spirit Son actually caused some distortions in his body.

But the Ghost Spirit Son didn't care at all, but instead smiled and said indifferently: "It seems that you still have some strength, but with this, you are not my opponent, so you can defeat me!"

Suddenly, his hands pulled to both sides, and the huge mace separated directly, forming two black giant swords.

Then the Ghost Spirit Son danced with his hands, and two giant swords swept across the sky.

The imprisoned world was divided into four like rags. The air resumed flowing in the blink of an eye, and the shouts of killing below came again.

At this time, two giant swords twisted and slashed hard on Tongtian's finger.

boom!

The surging power surged, the giant sword and the fingers of the sky were shattered together, and it disappeared.

"It seems that we are tied in these two moves?"

The Ghost Spirit Saint Son laughed sarcastically and said, "But you will have no chance next time. The third move, you will lose!"

"Hmph, that's not necessarily the case. Let you see my general's unique skill - the scorching sun shines on the sky!"

Ximen Ye's eyes were too long, and a stream of hot flames radiated, turning him into a scorching sun.

The scorching sun flowed and directly hit the Ghost Spirit Holy Son.

The power of this supreme yang technique has a great harm to the ghost cultivator, so the Holy Son of the Ghost Spirit dared not be entrusted, so he directly summoned his four ghost bodies.

In the Shenwu Continent, ghosts are also divided into different levels, from weak to strong, including ordinary ghosts, resentful ghosts, evil ghosts, ghost evil ghosts, ghost generals, ghost coaches, and ghost kings.

Among the ordinary ghosts, the weakest is the newborn ghost. Because they just died, they have no combat power at all.

The ordinary ghost who has died for three years has absorbed a lot of resentment, hostility, etc., so its strength is comparable to the Fate Spring Realm. Those who have exceeded ten years are equivalent to the Fate Wheel Realm. As for those who have been more than thirty years, they can be called evil spirits and equivalent to martial artists in the Fate Palace Realm.

The evil spirits who have been upward for eighty years can make the soul-devouring ghost cry, and their strength is comparable to the realm of the sea of ​​suffering, or even the king of martial arts.

Once an ordinary ghost has been more than a hundred years, it will become a resentful ghost, three hundred years will become a fierce ghost, a thousand years will become an evil ghost, and three thousand years will become a ghost evil...

The four ghost bodies of the Ghost Spirit Son were made of evil ghosts. Each one was like him, comparable to the fourth-level master of the Night Tour Realm.

“Woo…”

I saw the four ghost bodies roaring to the sky, and a stunning ghost force spread out, covering the entire scorching sun.

Although the scorching temperature emitted by the scorching sun consumes a lot of ghost power, the ghost power emitted by the combined power of the four ghost bodies, together with the ghost spirit sage, is too huge, and its replenishment speed is far greater than that of consumption.

So in just a moment, the scorching sun was frozen by the ghost force and shattered.

"puff……"

Ximen Ye vomited blood at the mouth of the mouth, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Is this guy so strong?"

He covered his chest with his right hand, and his heart was cramped, which made him no longer have the ability to fight. He could only stare at the Ghost Spirit Son and wait for his next fate.

"Don't look at me like this, don't worry, this Holy Son will not kill you. After all, you are the general of Zhenbei of Canglan Kingdom after all. Our Ghost Palace doesn't want to completely anger Canglan Kingdom because of your life."

The Ghost Spirit Son smiled sinisterly and said, "But your soldiers are not so lucky. The battle is over here, and it's time to end."

He took out a black poisonous snake. The entire body of the poisonous snake was not flesh and blood, but was condensed from energy. Its eyes were scarlet and emitted a strange red light.

"Is this?"

Ximen Ye's face changed drastically: "Son of Ghost Spirit, you really dare to kill all my Zhenbei Army. Don't forget that they are also the army of Canglan Kingdom. Are you not afraid that the Lord will send a large army to encircle and suppress your ghost palace?"

"Hahaha, don't worry, Lin Yuan won't care about the life or death of ordinary soldiers. He could not have spent a huge price to encircle and suppress the Ghost Hall for these soldiers of Zhenbei. What's more, no one from outsiders know about my Ghost Hall's resident. Even if he really encircles and suppresses, where will he go to find us?"

The Ghost Spirit Son said, throwing the poisonous snake down.

Ximen Ye looked ugly and knew that the other party was right. Lin Yuan only cared about two things in his life, his power and face.

After all, he was the General Zhenbei appointed by Lin Yuan himself. Killing him would be like slapping Lin Yuan in the face. That way, Lin Yuan would certainly not be able to let the Ghost Palace go.

But ordinary soldiers are different. In Lin Yuan's view, these soldiers are just a group of ants that can only be ruled by themselves.

No matter how many ants die, as long as they do not shake the foundation of the country, Lin Yuan will not care at all.

At this time, the poisonous snake had already landed on the ground, and it twisted its body and actually drilled into the depths of the ground.

The next moment, the earth shook, and endless black fog suddenly emerged from all over the ground, covering the entire battlefield in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!