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The ghostly energy covering the sky has completely dissipated and entered the body of the Spirit Ghost King.

Even so, the ghostly aura of the Ghost King was faintly on the verge of shattering.

After a long time, the ghost energy gradually condensed, but it was not broken after all.

But the spirit ghost king has a ghostly aura, and it has already declined to the point of almost second rank.

Chu He gritted his teeth, but smiled lightly.

After all, there is nothing you can do.

"Chu He, I must kill you!"

The Spirit Ghost King moved his body slowly, his ghost energy was almost exhausted, and he couldn't even kill Chu He by controlling the ghost energy remotely.

Chu He propped himself up slowly, sat on the ground, looked at the speed of the Ghost King, and said with a chuckle.

"If you want to move over and kill me, it will take at least a quarter of an hour. Are you sure you want to come and kill me?"

Chu He sat cross-legged on the ground, threw all ten Resurrection Pill Complex Pills into his mouth, and began to restore his vitality.

"I said Ghost King, if you have the ability, run away quickly. Your ghost energy recovery is not as fast as mine. When you come in front of me, my energy recovery will be just right enough to kill you."

Chu He said with a light smile.

The Ghost King sneered.

"If you can use that trick, how much literary energy do you have? Once the cultural energy of the human race is drained, it will take at least an hour to recover. Do you think I don't know?"

While the Ghost King was speaking, he kept moving his feet.

Chu He frantically wanted to restore his literary energy, but his literary heart was almost exhausted, and the sea of ​​literature was dead silent. There was only a trace of literary energy coming out of the four books, and it was extremely difficult to recover to the point where he could kill ghosts.

"You really understand the human race, and the human race is ashamed."

Chu He chuckled lightly.

The ghost king said coldly.

"Chu He, I admit that I underestimated you. I thought it would be enough for me to give you half of the ghost world. I didn't expect you to be the new saint of the human race. Hahaha, what a joke."

"The new semi-holy of the human race is actually just a fourth-grade talent."

The Ghost King sighed and said slowly.

"No wonder you disagree. Given that you can make a saint appear in the fourth-rank realm now, the future canonization will be certain. By then, the entire human race will be yours. How can you value this half of the ghost world?"

Chu He laughed.

"Now you know how good I am? But if you want to improve appropriately, I can't think about it. For example, if you help me become a ghost fairy, and I help you unify the ghost world, how about I make you the number one ghost family Patriarch?"

The Ghost King snorted coldly.

"Do you think the six half-step ghost immortals in the ghost world are fake? Even if you can become a ghost fairy, how can you unify the ghost world?"

Chu He laughed.

"Do you think with my potential, after I become a ghost fairy, can I be an ordinary ghost fairy?"

The Ghost King thought for a moment, nodded, and agreed.

"Indeed, even if you become a ghost cultivator, with your potential, it is very possible to break through the half-step ghost fairy and become a great ghost fairy."

"Do you feel very tempted? Why don't you kill me, let me fall into ghost cultivation."

The Ghost King snorted coldly and cursed.

"You are dreaming, the future ghost must be me, and only I can unify the ghost world, and I am the master of the ghost world."

Chu He looked the Spirit Ghost King up and down, and said with doubt in his eyes.

"Just you? It's hard to kill a Confucian scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken. You still want to unify the ghost world? Just dream."

"Can you, you don't know."

As soon as he spoke, the Ghost King had already moved in front of Chu He.

The Spirit Ghost King slowly raised his right paw, which held the last ghost aura, and slowly lifted it over Chu He's head.

Chu He stared blankly at the Ghost King and chuckled lightly.

"As an opponent I recognize, I will give you a pleasure and respect your choice."

The Spirit Ghost King had a solemn face, and he slapped down fiercely with his right paw.

During Setsuna, a golden light gushed out from Chu He's body, and a light curtain so thin that it almost shattered at the touch appeared in front of Chu He.

Fang Yuedun!

"Sage Cultural Treasure!"

The ghost king yelled loudly and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Who would have imagined that at the very beginning, using the strongest classical Chinese and the strongest sword intent, three moves would trigger the appearance of a sage, forcing the ghost king to sacrifice one left arm and devote his whole body's literary energy, and even almost shattered the ghostly energy, and even fell to the bottom. Chu He was almost at the level of a second-rank ghost cultivator.

The last hole card turned out to be a sage cultural treasure!

It's still the Fang Yueshield, the sage's cultural treasure!

Fang Yueshield can withstand the full-strength attack of a half-step ghost fairy. Even a first-rank ghost king needs at least half an hour of continuous full-strength attacks to break the shield.

No matter how strong the ghost king is, he is only a first-rank ghost king, and it will take at least half an hour to defeat Fang Yuedun.

"You have such an artifact, why don't you take it out earlier, protect yourself, and be safe for half an hour?"

"You are the strongest move once you make a move. I thought you played all your cards. Who would have thought that you, a chicken thief, are hiding Fang Yuedun?"

The ghost king was so angry that he cursed, pointing at the light curtain and itching his teeth.

Chu He looked at him like an idiot, and said angrily.

"Can it be the hole card that can be taken out from the beginning? You are a first-rank ghost king, a spirit ghost king who is equal to the ghost emperor, and you don't understand such a reason?"

"You don't have any literary spirit at all, how did you wake up Fang Yuedun with such literary spirit!"

Chu He said in a bad mood.

"Did you think that during the time you moved here, where did my recovery go?"

The spirit ghost was so angry that he didn't want to speak, and continued to move his body to the side.

His ghost aura was similar to Chu He's now, and almost all of it dissipated. Although the thin square moon shield in front of him seemed to be broken in one blow, it was not something he could break through now.

Logically speaking, waking up the sage's Wenbao consumes a lot of energy. Even if Chu He recovers a lot, he definitely won't be able to hold on for long.

But the Ghost King couldn't afford to wait.

Chu He's teammates have been away for a long time, once the human army is notified, many great scholars will definitely come.

No great Confucianism is needed, as long as he is a sixth-grade talent, he can easily kill the Ghost King.

He must hurry.

Fortunately, Fang Yuedun can only resist damage from one direction, but not from other places.

The Ghost King kept moving to one side, and was about to bypass Fang Yuedun.

Then Chu He moved his butt.

Fang Yuedun was facing the Spirit Ghost King.

The spirit ghost was so angry that he didn't want to speak, and continued to circle around.

Chu He continued to move his butt.

A spirit ghost king who is at the peak of the first rank and equal to the ghost emperor, and a master of white dragon who can trigger the appearance of a saint with a fourth rank talent.

The two of them just moved here indecently, like old men fighting.

But moving, the Spirit Ghost King suddenly slapped the light curtain with his palm.

There was only a crisp sound of glass, and the light curtain suddenly shattered.

Chu He was helpless.

His literary energy was poured into Fang Yuedun, and it was being consumed all the time, but the Spirit Ghost King was able to slowly accumulate ghost energy.

He has tried his best to delay the time, if he still wants to die, then he has no choice but to do it.

The Ghost King's face was full of complacency, and he laughed loudly.

"Chu He! Die!"

Black Claw raised it and suddenly took a picture.