Chapter 965 Suppressing the Ghost King, Everything Goes to Nothing
The karma fire illuminated the sky, illuminating the entire hall like daytime.
Everyone and the ghost general were startled, and they all looked at Qingluan in horror.
The ghost king's face darkened even more, and he let out a deep roar, scratched the head of a ghost that was absorbing it, and then soared into the sky to meet him.
"boom!"
The auras of the two collided with each other first, bursting out a powerful spiritual pressure, tearing holes in the void, and shooting them in all directions.
The many ghost generals and warriors below all retreated in shock, divided into two factions, and stopped to watch from a distance.
Yang Qingxuan transformed back into a human body at once, and made a formula with both hands, and the figure of Qingluan transformed into behind him, dormant in the sky.
"Hundreds of birds are coming!"
It was Qingluan's innate supernatural powers that transformed countless flame runes all over the sky, blossoming like lotuses, transforming into birds, and leaving like swords.
The ghost king snarled, not daring to touch the karmic fire head-on, his huge fist hit the sky, and with a "bang", a huge black hole was broken, swallowing all the flames.
Yang Qingxuan only felt that the true energy in his body was running away, and the strength of the Tiandan pill kept stretching his limbs and bones. If he didn't dissipate as soon as possible, he might explode and die.
He collected Qingluan's dharma form, turned into a black dragon, and hit him down with a single punch!
"Great Dao Destruction Dragon Fist!"
"Boom!"
The power of the Dragon Fist rolled up the dragon patterns all over the sky, and scattered the huge black hole. Boundless coercion came down, crushing the Quartet.
The ghost king was furious, and under the roar, he raised his hands suddenly, and a large green light spread from his fingertips, and they all slapped them!
"boom!"
The power of the fist and palm caused the void to vibrate, and terrifying waves pushed in all directions. The people and ghosts in the hall were startled, and they ran away far away.
Aunt Huang said in amazement: "Why is this kid so strong all of a sudden?"
Shi Yuyan was also surprised, and said: "He just swallowed a elixir, and he has such power. I'm afraid it's some kind of legendary magic elixir. No, such an elixir will inevitably have great side effects. I’m afraid you’ll be like me later.”
The rest of the warriors were even more shocked, but at the same time they were ecstatic, they all saw the hope of survival.
"Lingshuang Floating Flower Palm!"
As soon as Yang Qingxuan's figure flickered, he bullied himself and directly fought the ghost king in close combat, attacking him with one move.
"Bang! Bang!—"
The palms and fist shadows of the two filled the sky, and the purple fire and green light were constantly intertwined and mixed, exploding in the air like fireworks.
The more the ghost king beat him, the more angry he became, and the more he beat him, the more frightened he became.
Although his strength is firmly in the upper hand, the opponent seems to have an inexhaustible power. Every move seems to be exhausted before taking it, but the next move shows no sign of exhaustion at all.
For Yang Qingxuan, let alone being exhausted, if he couldn't vent the power of Tiantian Pill as soon as possible, he might explode and die directly. Not only did he show no sign of exhaustion, but one move was better than the other, and he remained above the super level for a long time.
Under the ebb and flow, it turned into Yang Qingxuan pressing down on the ghost king to fight, and the audience was stunned.
The huge muscles on the ghost king's body burst open continuously, blasting out green thick water, which evaporated in the air.
"Dao Slayer Dragon Fist!"
Yang Qingxuan turned into a dragon with one arm, and blasted through the air.
"boom!--"
The ghost king also came over with a punch, and was directly knocked down. The veins on his entire right arm were bulging, and his burly body was shaken back tremblingly.
Yang Qingxuan clasped his five fingers again, and landed another blow to Mie Daolong's fist.
At this moment, the power of Tiandan was almost dissolved to the extreme, and the real energy in his body was surging like a sea. Only this kind of super big move could alleviate his discomfort.
The ghost king rushed forward in shock and anger.
"boom!"
It was another pair of fists, and this time he was blown away. The flesh and blood on his body exploded continuously, and was shaken on the wall, bursting out a large amount of green liquid.
That ferocious face was so distorted.
Yang Qingxuan found that the ghost king's body was not collapsing, but recovering, gradually returning to his previous childish appearance.
He was quite surprised, and after performing two consecutive strokes of Dao Mielong Fist, the volcanic power in his body was slightly suppressed.
He walked over in the air, stretched out his hand, and said, "Someone guided me and asked you for a key."
The ghost king's face froze, and then he roared "Ah", all the flesh and blood on his body exploded, and he completely recovered the body of a child.
It seemed that the word "key" had stimulated him, and he yelled fiercely at Yang Qingxuan, and the shrill ghostly voice echoed throughout the hall.
Those ghost generals wailed in fear one by one, and then rushed towards Yang Qingxuan desperately.
Yang Qingxuan frowned, stared at the ghost king coldly, and said coldly: "You should be able to understand human speech, even if you can't speak, you must have a way to communicate with me. Take out the key, and open the exit passage, Or die."
With a "bang", a ball of purple fire rose from the fingertips, pointing at the ghost king, full of threats.
The ghost king stared at him viciously, as if he wasn't afraid.
Those ghost generals coming from all directions are already close at hand.
Shi Yuyan and the others were shocked and said in unison: "Not good!"
Yang Qingxuan is now their only hope of escape. If he dies, no one will survive.
At that moment, a group of people rushed over in a hurry, trying to hold back those ghost generals.
Yang Qingxuan's face became flushed, and nearly half of the power of the elixir was consumed, but he was still accumulating at this moment. He made a formula with both hands in front of him, and the purple fire on his fingertips exuded a strange brilliance, inexplicably giving people a feeling of feeling of fear.
"Since you are unwilling to take out the key and open the passage, I have to find it myself."
The purple fire magnified in his hand, like a lotus flower in full bloom, and then the whole world was silent, only a faint voice was heard, "Endless catastrophe."
"Boom!—"
The flames bloomed from Yang Qingxuan's body, turned into boundless karma, and swept across the hall.
Yang Qingxuan's full primeval energy was suddenly emptied at this moment, like a person dehydrated, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.
"Ah!" He yelled in pain, coughing up blood from his throat.
The power of this endless catastrophe is vast, but the backlash against oneself is far more terrifying than the last time it was used.
A few moments after the endless catastrophe was cast, Yang Qingxuan spurted out a mouthful of blood and was directly seriously injured.
And the ghost generals around, as well as the ghost king leaning against the wall, all opened their eyes wide in horror and let out terrible wailing.
"Boom!—"
The purple fire surged, and those ghost generals turned into nothingness in an instant, and even the warriors who rushed forward behind them all backed away in fright, and used their true energy to resist.
Nearly half of the warriors couldn't bear it, and were directly wiped out under the Ziyan.
Even this unbelievably strong hall was shattered from the dome, and a ray of purple light soared into the sky.
"Boom!"
The terrible purple flames raged, gradually burning the hall to ashes, and all the demons and ghosts were turned into nothingness.
The warriors who survived were all terrified, looking at the shining figure in the purple fire in fear.
//The next chapter is before 1 o'clock.