I, The Judge of the Yin Department, Will Decide The Life and Death in a Shameful Form!

Pushing horizontally with one hand, the scarlet skull rushed towards Doha in an instant.

With thick blood and smoke, this skull is like a demon on patrolling.

A powerful momentum enveloped Toha.

"Hey, just struggling in vain."

Tohar smiled coldly, black fog appeared around his body, and then a large handprint protruded from the black fog, suppressing the blood-colored skull.

The blood-colored skeleton that was originally aggressive, encountered the suppression of the large black handprints.

All of a sudden disappeared.

"That's it?"

Toha looked at Wang Ming arrogantly.

A ghost king-level powerhouse's trick at the bottom of the box was easily broken by him. Although he used external forces, his DNA was also worthy of boasting.

Moreover, there is always only a winner on the battlefield, and the loser is destined to become dust.

"Don't be happy too early."

King Wan Ming smiled coldly, not at all annoyed because the blood-colored skull was broken.

This is his way of pressing the bottom of the box, how could it be so simple?

"Oh! Still struggling?"

Toha sneered.

The black mist turned around, and a large black handprint condensed again.

The huge palm directly grabbed Wang Wanming.

As soon as his body moved, King Wan Ming flickered and appeared 100 meters away.

But at this moment, the blood-colored skull that had been broken up by Toha once again condensed, biting away at him.

Toha's expression changed drastically with a thick bloody air mixed with ghostly air.

Obviously he didn't expect such an abnormality to occur.

Hastily used the big handprints to back defense!

Wang Ming Wang is always waiting for this opportunity, and of course he will not waste it.

The ghost aura lingered, and in an instant, it turned into a gloomy ghost aura and rushed to the distant mountain ghost.

"Now it's my turn to say it's over."

He drew a smile at the corner of his mouth, and the Senran ghost gas turned into a huge palm and grabbed a standing ghost commander.

"boom!"

The ghostly claws turned to face a cloud of bloody energy.

The qi wave spewed, and King Wan Ming flew out without notice.

"how so?"

There was an incredible look in his eyes.

He had obviously restricted Toha with the scarlet skull.

But now, he looked at Toha who had come out of the storm, his eyes were very ugly.

Toha's complexion is also very gloomy, and there are traces of blood on the corners of his mouth.

He thought that a ten-and-one victory actually hurt himself, which was something he couldn't accept.

"Can't drag on, after all, the ghost king is the ghost king."

With a whisper in his heart, Toha didn't say a word, but his momentum soared by three points again.

Wang Wan Ming's breath is unstable, and he is secretly guarded.

"Wan Ming Wang, it depends on your condition!"

Hei Ba's figure appeared, and the urn said with anger.

Bai Tongzi quietly hovered to the side, without speaking.

He saw the battle between King Wan Ming and this mountain ghost just now.

Although King Wan Ming is only a junior of the King of Ghosts, this Mountain Ghost is too abnormal.

It’s him, single-handedly, afraid that he is not the opponent.. 0

"Hmph, you can go up and try if you have the ability."

Seeing Hei Ba and Bai Boy, Wan Ming was relieved in his heart.

To be honest, as the battle went on, he was really worried about his life.

But with such a tone of voice, of course he was unwilling to show weakness and went back.

"Try and try, it's just handsome, my old pig can be pinched to death easily."

The black bully smiled arrogantly and said indifferently.

"Boy, come here quickly and see if Grandpa Pig can pinch you to death all at once?"

Hei Ba turned his head to look at Toha, and said in a commanding tone.

"you......"

Toha's face changed, his heart was angry, but he dared not step forward.

He is not stupid, and now there are two ghost kings on the opposite side. How dare he take any action without authorization.

Isn't this looking for death?

"What? Are you persuaded?"

Hei Ba's mouth lined up, and he raised his middle finger from Toha.

"Aren't you crazy about 3.0 just now? Why are you so awkward now? Could you just pick soft persimmons? When you meet your grandpa pig, you become a quail?"

At this time, not only Toha's face turned dark, but Wang Mingwang's face turned dark too.

Hei Ba means that he is a soft persimmon?

This f*ck!

Wang Ming Wang's blood-red eyes looked at the black tyrant, and he was full of ghosts.

Hei Ba obviously felt it too, clasping his hands on his chest and looking indifferent, as if he didn't care about it at all.

"Are you trying to die? Hei Ba!"

Wan Ming Wang said coldly.

"Try it!".

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