The First Thousand Five Hundred and Eighteen Chapters Kill the Ghost

"Um?!"

When this ghost dies, it emits wisps of gray-white airflow, and Xia Ping feels the activation of his ability to devour the soul, creating a vortex, which instantly devours these gray-white airflow completely.

Then he felt that his soul was growing a little bit, the power of his spiritual consciousness was increasing, and even the Hell Golden Crow cells in his body were unsealed, and the power in his body was rising steadily.

There is no doubt that beheading ghosts seems to be of great benefit to him, and it can devour the power of the soul that dissipates after the death of these ghosts, and use it to strengthen his soul.

For Xia Ping, these ghosts are no less than a big tonic.

Thinking of this, he looked at this group of ghosts with even hotter eyes, as if he was looking at some delicious food.

"My God, actually killed a ghost with his bare hands?!"

"There's no way to fight back."

Meng Nan and others were stunned. It was terrifying enough for Xia Ping to easily kill thousands of petrified devil snakes before, but the ghost representing the great terror was easily killed by the man in front of him, burned to death in an instant, and turned to ashes Ash.

They had never heard of such a method of beheading ghosts.

If humans have such a means to deal with ghosts, why should they be afraid of these monsters.

"Damn, what kind of flame is this? Why can it hurt our ghosts?"

Many ghosts are terrified and fearful. They are used to being arrogant and domineering in this world, and there is not much power to hurt their ghosts.

But now there is actually a kind of flame that can instantly burn them ghosts. This power is simply terrifying, and they can feel that this flame poses a great threat to them.

But this is also a matter of course, this kind of flame is the golden crow flame of hell, born with the most original power of hell, and contains the power to destroy gods and demons.

The mere ghost also wants to resist this flame, which is really a fool's dream.

"Want to know why? Come on, I'll tell you slowly."

Xia Ping's eyes showed a hint of coldness, and he grabbed it with a big hand, generating a terrifying vortex power, and instantly grabbed another ghost, and one after another spiritual rope appeared, like a seal, binding its whole body.

"No no no, save me, save me!"

The ghost made a shrill scream, terrified.

With a bang, before the other ghosts could make a move, Xia Ping squeezed with a big hand, and its body was immediately crushed, and the whole body was covered by flames and burned to the ground.

"Damn human, dare to kill my people."

"Kill him, swarm him, devour his soul."

"Bullshit flame, thinking that these crooked ways also want to deal with my ghosts, you are fooling around."

All the ghosts shouted angrily, they were extremely angry, they went crazy, attacked and killed, the terrifying power of ghosts erupted, aiming at the soul, trying to destroy Xia Ping's soul.

In the face of such ghostly power, any human being must die.

Hell forge!

Xia Ping sneered, his hands formed seals, and the bloodline of the Hell Golden Crow vibrated in his body. One after another, the hell runes and hell flames poured out, quickly condensing into a huge furnace.

This furnace exudes the atmosphere of ancient, chaotic, noble, destruction, etc., countless hell scriptures emerge, as if there are gods and demons chanting scriptures, ancient ancestors praying, and angels singing, buzzing.

One after another, the ghosts were caught off guard, and they were swallowed by the hell furnace in an instant, just like Sun Wukong entering the gossip alchemy furnace, and the hell flames burned at the same time.

"Not good, hurry, hurry back."

"Damn, fooled, can't touch this furnace."

"Ah, ah, help, help!"

All the ghosts let out shrill screams. The power of ghosts they are proud of is useless in front of this hell furnace, and their invisible and incorporeal bodies cannot escape the shackles of the hell furnace.

They tried to escape, but were instantly blocked by the scriptures around the furnace, as if an enchantment had been set up, enough to prevent all creatures from appearing from the furnace.

"Refining!"

Xia Ping made a seal on his hands, and a majestic flame poured out of his body.

The flames of the Hell Golden Crow erupted one after another, turning the furnace into a sea of ​​fire and burning everything.

These ghosts screamed again and again, trying to overturn mountains and seas, but their bodies touched the flames, like oil touching the flames, and they burned instantly.

In an instant, these ghosts were burned to death, vanished into ashes, and turned into wisps of gray-white aura.

And Xia Ping used the power of devouring, generating a vortex in his brain, swallowing all these gray-white airflow into his body, and his soul power also increased crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even with the increase of soul power, the mana in his body is also rising, and it has improved a lot.

Meng Nan and others were all stunned. There were hundreds of ghosts who were invincible. Now Xia Ping has killed most of them. What a terrifying fighting power.

"Damn, what kind of secret magic did this human use to actually devour the soul power of our ghosts?"

"This human being is the enemy of our ghosts and ghosts, and must be killed, otherwise it will be a catastrophe."

"Retreat, immediately retreat, immediately return to Wuxiang Mountain, and tell the Lord to kill this human being."

The remaining ghosts retreated, knowing that they were not the opponents of this human at all, and staying here was a dead end, and they were instantly killed and swallowed by the opponent.

They made a decisive decision, broke them into pieces, and fled in all directions with extremely fast speed.

"It's useless, you can't escape."

Xia Ping immediately took action and used his martial arts supernatural power-the Great Yin-Yang Smasher. Immediately, a yin-yang force condensed into a big hand and appeared, rolling down from the void, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, covering thousands of miles around.

Immediately, a great formation of yin and yang emerged, stirring the power of yin and yang for thousands of miles, forming an absolute domain, and the bodies of many ghosts were bound, as if they were stuck in the mud, unable to move.

"Humans, we are the ghosts of Wuxiang Mountain. If you dare to kill me, the Lord will not let you go."

"Let us go quickly, or you humans will be wiped out, blood will flow into rivers, and nothing will be left."

A head of ghosts roared, trying to intimidate Xia Ping and gain a chance of life.

"Wuxiang Mountain? What the hell is this place? Even if you ask your master to come here, you will die." Xia Ping sneered, ignoring the roar of these ghosts, and crushed it with one palm.

He doesn't care what the origins of these ghosts are, if he dares to offend him, he will die, and it will be useless if anyone comes.

Boom!

This palm, like the sky falling, shook the world, and instantly shook these ghosts to ashes and turned them into powder.

Even the ground couldn't bear the force of this palm, and immediately created a hundred miles of potholes. This Dangtu Town was also smashed into powder with one palm, and it shattered, leaving no buildings behind.

There were also tremors of magnitude seven or eight in the radius of thousands of miles, the ground cracked, hundreds of cracks appeared, and amazing gaps were created, which was terrifying.