Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

The Killing God and Demon King rushed out of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, whether it was the Yama Runner of the Ten Halls or the Haotian Ghost Emperor in the atrium, the peak powerhouses in these two underground palaces would never sit back and watch.

Therefore, unless life is worrying, Xiao Lin does not intend to use this trump card.

Both Zhuye and Bingkui squinted slightly, as if thinking about the truthfulness of Xiao Lin's remarks.

The ghost king exhausted his patience, and said in a deep voice, "So-where is the blood of the demon king now?"

"Naturally is in my hands."

Xiao Lin smiled slightly, and took out the blood of the Demon Emperor from his arms, and the scarlet light spot floated on his fingertips.

"Quickly hand it over to this king!"

There was a glint in the eyes of the King of Ghosts, and he overturned the table, ignoring the food and delicacies, falling to the ground, and instantly appeared in front of Xiao Lin.

"Ghost King, don't be so impatient."

Xiao Lin had long expected that the ghost king would take the shot, and his figure flashed back a few meters, then smiled and said: "We have already said before-you will rescue my people from The Underworld on the eighteenth floor. ."

"Brother Xiao Lin, are you kidding me?"

The ghost king didn't rush, and laughed jokingly: "The Underworld on the eighteenth floor is a forbidden area for the ghost clan. It is guarded by Lord Qin Guang personally."

"I'm just the lord of a city. Although I can bring ghosts from the outside into The Underworld, how can I have the right to release those uncleaned sins from The Underworld?"

Xiao Lin's face suddenly became gloomy, and his voice suddenly became cold for a few degrees.

"Master Ghost King, this kind of thing is no joke."

"Previously we have agreed that you will rescue my people from The Underworld on the eighteenth floor, so that I will go to Ten Thousand Demon Mountain and take the blood of the Demon King for you."

"If you are unkind, you can't blame me for being unrighteous."

"Heh, boy, do you really think that if you have the Holy Ghost Open Heaven Axe, you will be invincible in the world?"

This time, the ghost king was too lazy to maintain a false hypocrisy, and his whole body was murderous.

"If you obediently hand over the blood of the Demon Emperor, this king can spare you not to die."

"But if you don't know what is good or bad, then I can only kill you first, and then forcefully take the blood of the Demon Emperor."

"Oh, what a big tone."

Xiao Lin smiled coldly and slowly raised his hand, intending to call out the Holy Ghost Open Heaven Sacred Axe.

But in the next second, he frowned and his face was suspicious.

The own storage ring seems to be locked by someone, completely isolated from the space in the ring, and it is impossible to summon the weapons in the ring as easily as before.

"This is.......?"

Xiao Lin reacted suddenly, staring at the old candle night behind the ghost king.

At this time, Lao Zhuye put his hands together on his chest, his lips squirmed slightly as if he was meditating in silence, and his face was full of contemptuous sneers.

"Why, is it weird?"

Standing with his back, the ghost king said with a joking smile, "This is the original imprisonment method created by the candle night housekeeper of the ghost king hall. It can shackle all the magical powers within a few miles."

"What you rely on is only those few Magic Treasures, which are all stored on the ring of your finger. Without these Magic Treasures, you are just a lowly and weak mortal!"

Xiao Lin squinted his eyes slightly, a solemn look appeared on his face.

"It seems that you have done your homework and are ready to tear your skin apart with me."

This move really caught him by surprise.

Lao Zhuye's move is not in the ranks of ghosts, so it is not in the record of the ghost opening the holy axe.

Xiao Lin has been in this Cangwu Continent for so long, and has never seen such a peculiar move.

"Obviously hand over the blood of the Demon Emperor!"

A greedy smile appeared at the corner of the ghost king's mouth, and Ghost Qi condensed and transformed into a black sword in his palm, and slammed it into Xiao Lin's chest fiercely.

"To deal with a despicable person like you, even if you don't use Magic Treasures!"

Xiao Lin snorted coldly, and the two fingers in his hands were joined together, and he shouted, "Huo Ling, Burning Heaven!"

Fiery flames spewed out from his fingertips, and instantly condensed into a monstrous fire, making the entire Hall of the Ghost King bathed in the burning sea of ​​fire.

The Cultivation Base of Xiao Lin's spiritual skills has reached the 100th rank of the gods, which is already the pinnacle of the human race.

In addition, his ghost technique Realm also reached the peak of the mysterious ghost, comparable to the ghost king.

Therefore, even if the Ghost King had the advantage of weapons and Magic Treasures, he was still not Xiao Lin's opponent.

"You villain who hides a knife in your smile and speaks clearly and does not speak well, I will cut off your head today to comfort those ghost people who have been humiliated and squeezed by you!"

Xiao Lin shouted angrily, and two wings composed of white light grew behind his back. His body was floating in the air, his hands condensed into two white balls of light transformed by Spirit Power.

"Ten times the skill, Bailong flash!"

The two balls of light collided, only hearing a piercing dragon roar, a white-light holy dragon roared out, mixed with the whistling sound of the wind, and slammed to the ghost king fiercely.

The white dragon flashing Xiao Lin used ten times more power, enough to razing the entire Ghost King Palace to the ground.

The Ghost King was trapped in the sea of ​​flames, his face was pale and clenched his fists, there was no way to hide.

Seeing that the ghost king was about to be crushed by a ten-fold power white dragon flash, Bingkui jumped into the sea of ​​fire and stood in front of him.

"Hurt my brother? wishful thinking!"

Bingkui did not offer any Magic Treasures, nor did he resort to any moves, so he stretched out his white hands and pointed his slender fingers at Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin frowned suspiciously, then his eyes widened in amazement.

He is not the kind of dog licking the dog regardless of the occasion, so he has never been merciful because Bingkui is a weak woman.

But this murderous white dragon flash, hitting Bingkui's white hands, was instantly absorbed like a mud cow entering the sea, failing to cause the slightest disturbance.

"I didn't expect you little girl to have some ability."

Xiao Lin's face was surprised, and then a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes, and a pitch-black mist condensed from the palms of his hands.

"Ghost, lock the soul out!"

When he could not sacrifice the Nether Ghost's Open Heaven Axe, Xiao Lin could not use the powerful god-tier skills of the Ten Temple Yama and the Five Ghost Emperors.

But at any rate, he cultivated all the way to the peak of the mysterious ghost, and still learned a lot of own ghost skills.

"kill!"

Xiao Lin let out a violent shout, and shot out two iron cables from the palms of both hands.

"It's useless!"

Bingkui smiled coldly, his arms stretched out to both sides, and his body took on a "T" shape.

This ghost magical power hit the palms of her hands and was also quickly absorbed, and it didn't hurt her at all.

Looking at the unscathed Bingkui, Xiao Lin's face became a little stern.

"Boy, don't waste your effort!"

The ghost king wiped off the blood from the corners of his mouth, sneered and said: "Bingkui is a unique evil spirit physique between the world and the earth, and any magical move of the tens of thousands of people in the world can't hurt her a bit."

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