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The Left Ghost King looked at the figure, and countless ghost aura gathered here, and shouted angrily.

"Kong Qiu! How dare you meddle in my ghost domain!"

The old figure didn't speak, but looked at Chu He and nodded in relief.

Then, the figure disappeared.

The Zuo Ghost King seemed completely enraged by the appearance of the old figure. He no longer cared about the Zuo Ghost King's spirit body. He gathered the ghost energy with both hands, and appeared in front of Chu He in just a moment.

"I want to see how many saints you can summon!"

The left ghost king was extremely fast, before Chu He could react, the left ghost king's palm was already in front of him.

But at the next moment, Xinjian Wusu flew out of his own accord, blocking Chu He with a sword.

The left ghost king slapped Xinjian Wusu with his palm, and the golden light on Xinjian Wusu bloomed.

But even so, it couldn't stop the attack of a ghost projection.

Xinjian Wusu was blocked by the golden light for a moment, then suddenly bent, powerlessly turned into a stream of light, and entered Chu He's body.

Xinjian Wusu connects Wenxin, and if Wusu is severely injured, it is equivalent to Chu He Wenxin being severely injured.

Chu He's throat felt hot, and he spurted out a big mouthful of blood.

This mouthful of blood sprayed on the palm of the left ghost king, but it was powerless to stop the snake ghost king.

On the other side, a bloody ghostly aura swept over.

It was the ghost king who was burning with ghost energy!

Ghost King Ling was extremely fast, if Chu He was killed with King Zuo Gui's palm, he would definitely be unable to deal with Ghost King Ling.

At that time, Zuo Qingfeng's spiritual body will inevitably be seriously injured or even die.

The ghost king is gambling, and so is Chu He.

Betting on this ghost fairy, Zuo Qingfeng will never be allowed to die.

Seeing the killing of the ghost king, the left ghost king roared angrily, turned his palm, and faced the black claws of the ghost king Shangling.

The Ghost King suddenly let out a scream, and flew out backwards, and the bloody ghost aura on his body also dissipated a lot.

Even the Spirit Ghost King, who is burning with ghost energy, is definitely not an opponent of Ghost Immortal Projection.

However, they bet right!

Gui Xian didn't want Zuo Qingfeng to die, so he had to dodge or resist the blow of the Ghost King!

This gave Chu He a chance!

Chu He spat out a mouthful of blood again, and shouted loudly.

The literary spirit gushing out of his body suddenly turned blood red.

Burn the culture!

The next moment, Chu He shouted a classical Chinese.

This classical Chinese is not the classical Chinese of the sage, but the classical Chinese of the book spirit.

"Just ask the immortals in the sky, who dares to come to this world!"

Deng A's classical Chinese!

With a sound, there was a sword edge in Chu He's eyes, and his expression became solemn in an instant.

A long sword of Wenqi was condensed in his hand, and he swung it suddenly.

He let Deng A possess himself in his spirit body for a moment.

At this moment, he is both Chu He and Deng A.

With a bang, the long sword swung down.

In Chu He's eyes, there is both his own madness and Deng A's calmness.

And Deng A is a half-step Juggernaut level.

This sword contains the aura of a saint, and the sword spirit of a half-step sword sage.

This sword could not only threaten Zuo Qingfeng, but even that projection.

And this is also Chu He's last hole card.

The blood-red literary energy burst out suddenly, completely turning into crimson.

And the long sword in Chu He's hand also turned crimson, like thick plasma.

This is the last trace of literary energy he squeezed out and attached to the sword intent.

At this moment, what is burning is not his literary spirit, but his literary heart.

Use Wenxin as blood and energy, and kill with one sword.

This sword, even a semi-saint, is absolutely impossible to resist.

And Zuo Guiwang's Ghost Immortal projection is just a projection after all, no matter how strong it is, it is still a projection.

Not much stronger than a half-step ghost.

Zuo Guiwang seemed to have finally felt the fear, and suddenly let out a strange cry, wanting to run away quickly.

However, he was not prepared in advance, just as he did not expect in advance that Chu He dared to let the consciousness of a half-step saint enter his spiritual body.

will die.

With this sword, no matter whether the Zuo Gui Wang is alive or not, Chu He will definitely injure his soul to death!

But this sword, the left ghost king cannot avoid it.

In the rapid distance, Zuo Guiwang suddenly found that he seemed to be stuck by Chu He, and he couldn't leave no matter what.

Chu He grinned, mouth full of blood, showing a ferocious smile.

"It's hard to attract you to me, how can I be willing to let you go?"

boom!

A sword fell, and the crimson literary spirit burst out suddenly.

The entire Left Ghost King Palace was shrouded in a deep red blood.

After a long time, the red gradually faded.

Chu He stood up with difficulty, looking around with blurred eyes.

Under the influence of ghost energy, his eyes were already injured, and he could only feel the outlines in front of his eyes.

But in front of his eyes, there was no standing figure.

The left ghost king fell?

No, there is still a standing figure.

Chu He grinned and blinked vigorously, only to slowly realize that the figure was not standing, but propped up and kneeling on the ground.

On the opposite side of him, there was a figure lying on the ground, not knowing life or death.

The Spirit Ghost King sat up slowly, and with the recovery of the little saintly breath remaining, he gradually saw his eyes clearly.

The figure propped up was the Spirit Ghost King.

The Left Ghost King was lying on the ground, and seemed to want to stand up, but he couldn't do it no matter what.

The left ghost king's body is full of gaps that diffuse ghost energy, and it is impossible to recover.

Chu He looked at the ghost king in the distance, grinned, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Do you still have strength? If you lose strength, neither of us can be saved."

The anger in Zuo Guiwang's eyes had dissipated, replaced by indifference.

He said lightly.

"In another quarter of an hour, my will will descend again, inject ghost energy, and restore Zuo Qingfeng's spiritual body."

"And you will surely die."

He looked at the Spirit Ghost King who was struggling to support himself, and said in a cold voice.

"Ling, what you have done is disrespectful to my ghost world."

"Don't worry, I won't allow you to die. I will bind your spirit body and put it in my ghost domain to refine it every day."

"As for you, you will be tortured in the never-ending period of peace, life would be worse than death!"

The Ghost King looked at Chu He, chuckled lightly, and took out a pill from his bosom.

Chu He cursed with difficulty.

"You actually saved a Creation Pill?"

The Ghost King put the pill in his mouth, and his breath gradually stabilized.

"Of course not, this is just a little bit that I put on and deducted from your Creation Pill."

"Although the effect is inferior to that of Creation Pill, I don't know how many times, but it is enough for the present."

The spirit ghost king's aura gradually stabilized, but that was all.

Enough, enough to deal with the dying Zuo Guiwang.

Ghost King Ling stood up slowly and walked in front of King Zuo Gui who was lying on the ground.

He looked at the anger and confusion in Zuo Guiwang's eyes, and sneered.

"This immortal will kill you!"

The left ghost king roared in a hoarse voice.

The Ghost King sneered, and patted it down with a palm.