Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

In the next second, the black mist turned into countless slender threads, densely wrapped around the blade.

Under the cover of black mist, the Black Sword transformed into hundreds of copies in mid-air, pouring down and shooting towards Xiao Lin like a rainstorm.

And Xuanyuan Wuji, who was covered in cuts and bruises, also slammed the ground with the King Cobra scepter in his hand, summoning the purple light giant python again, and rushed to Xiao Lin to bite.

Zhong Li Tuyuan suddenly joined the battle, which shocked everyone around him even more.

"Isn't this Zhongli Patriarch, why did he come to join in the fun?"

"The Zhongli family and the Xuanyuan family are incompatible with each other. Could it be that the conflict between the two masters can't be resolved at last, and they are going to fight to death and death on the street?"

"No, it doesn't look like they are desperate, but they seem to be...joining forces?"

Facing the double attack of Black Sword and Giant Python, Xiao Lin couldn't help but feel a little amused while his face was so stern.

In order to deal with him, Xiao Lin, the two big families that were not at the same time could stand on the same front.

In this world, there are no eternal friends and no eternal enemies.

Only eternal interests can have eternal relationships.

Xiao Lin had just summoned a headless god, and his whole body was very painful, and his abdomen was stabbed by the black sword from Zhong Litu's far away, which caused him to have no time to use Qianjun Shengyi to resist.

And the light shield transformed by Spirit Power can't resist the attacks of ghosts...

Immediately thinking about it, Xiao Lin gritted his teeth and did not choose to defend. Instead, two long knives composed of white light were condensed in the palms of his hands, and he swung a cross-shaped knife light.

"Spirit skills, slaying!"

As the saying goes, the best defense is offense!

Since he can't resist the offensive, then fight hard, who has the stronger attack power!

The cross knife light flew into the air, collided with Jian Yu and the giant python, and exploded directly, bursting out a strong shock wave.

Xiao Lin couldn't dodge, and was directly shocked to fly more than ten meters away. His whole body was a little bit more painful, and he had to support the ground with the sword of God's blessing to prevent his body from collapsing to the ground.

After a while, the gunpowder dissipated, and Zhong Litu's situation became similar to that of Xuanyuan Wuji. His clothes were torn apart and he almost became a blood man.

Xuanyuan Wuji, who was already seriously injured, made the situation worse, his body trembling violently.

"You lunatic, trying to head-on with us?"

Zhong Lituyuan wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and raised a cold smile: "It's really dangerous, I was almost killed by you, but unfortunately, your attacking power is not so hot."

As he said, Zhong Lituyuan appeared in front of Xiao Lin, holding the black sword in his hands tightly with both hands, and slashing at Xiao Lin's head fiercely.

Xiao Lin clenched his teeth, but the long-term fierce battle had exhausted his physical strength, and he was unable to dodge anymore.

Seeing that Zhong Li Tuyuan was about to cut off his head with a sword, there was a thunderous thunder in mid-air.

The thunder of thunder caused Zhong Li Tuyuan to shake suddenly, and the black sword, which was already close to Xiao Lin's neck, fell to the ground with a clang.

Immediately, thick dark clouds appeared in the sky, and the current surged in the clouds and thunder was rolling.

Seeing the thundercloud coming, the people on the street were all panicked and fell to the ground with a plop.

"See you!"

The expressions of Zhong Li Tuyuan and Xuanyuan Wuji suddenly changed, and there was a touch of horror in their eyes.

The next second, a lion roar came from the dark clouds.

The ghost king, wearing a black robe, drove nine lions down from the sky and landed in front of them.

The two masters also knelt on one knee in a hurry, respectfully nodding: "See Lord Ghost King!"

"It's really rare for you two to join hands."

The Ghost King walked down from the chariot with his hands on his back, and said with a smile: "It seems that you two masters also value my little brother very much."

"brother?"

Xuanyuan Wuji and Zhong Li Tuyuan were slightly startled, with a touch of horror on their faces.

The two of them just dealt with it, turned out to be the brother of the ghost king?

With the moody and weird character of the ghost king, if it is really so angry...

The two of them were instantly covered in cold sweat, and hurriedly knocked their heads to the ground.

"Master Ghost King, Cao Min doesn't know that this young man is your brother.

"We just nearly killed this young hero. Please Master Ghost King to punish him!"

"It's okay, the ignorant is not guilty. Moreover, this king just learned that my little brother made a special trip to the ghost town of Fengdu to visit me."

The ghost king waved his hand and said with a blank face: "This king has no time to care about with you today. You two can get out of here."

"Thank the ghost king!"

"Thank the ghost king for your mercy!"

Zhong Li Tuyuan and Xuanyuan Wuji nodded in fear, and immediately did not dare to stay for a while, fleeing like a bereaved dog.

The ghost king slowly turned his head to look at Xiao Lin, smiled and said, "Brother, will you go with me?"

Xiao Lin was silent for a long time, sighed helplessly, and took the initiative to walk to the chariot behind the nine lions.

The meaning of the Ghost King's words just now couldn't be more obvious.

Besides, if he hadn't arrived in time, he would have died under the sword of Zhong Li Tuyuan in all likelihood.

Coupled with the fact that he is seriously injured now, now that he has no choice but to follow this ghost king.

The ghost king nodded with a satisfied smile, driving the nine lions directly into the dark clouds.

When they rushed out of the dark clouds, they miraculously returned directly to the eerie and terrifying Hall of the Ghost King.

There was no one in the Hall of the Ghost King, and there were dense Ghost Qi floating all around, making Xiao Linguang standing here, feeling enveloped by a chill that penetrated his bones.

"You are a cunning masculine man."

The Ghost King slowly sat on the throne, condescendingly staring at Xiao Lin.

"Last time you clearly made an appointment with this king to slay the head of the beast and bring it back to this king."

"But you didn't believe it, and you left the underworld without even saying hello. Tell me, how should the king punish you?"

Facing the overwhelming and powerful ghost king, Xiao Lin didn't have the slightest fear, and sneered back with a sniff.

"Even if you want to be cunning, you still count me first."

"Oh?"

The ghost king raised his eyebrows, "How does this king count you?"

"You said that there was an evil beast on the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, but why didn't you tell me that the evil beast in the mountain was exactly the beast of the demon world in the past?"

Xiao Lin said coldly, "If I hadn't been for my strong skills and had been killed by Qiongqi on the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, would I still have a chance to come back and report to you?"

Faced with the repeated questions of Xiao Lin, the ghost king was stunned and speechless at all.

"According to what you said, this king is sorry for you?"

"Don't you think it is?"

Xiao Lin sneered and said, "Besides, I did kill Qiongqi, but I found a way to leave at that time, so I didn't bring my head back to you."

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