Maoshan Ghost King

The front was messy and the fighting was fierce, and Ge Yu and his party appeared here, not knowing what to do next.

If he rushed out and worked with the gang of Uncle Beiming Ghost, those savages might treat them as enemies, and it would be a melee, and they had to find a way.

A few people squatted in a hidden corner, continuing to observe the situation ahead, and secretly analyzing the next move.

In order to protect the true dragon, the savages rushed towards the people of the ghost uncle Beiming, in order to protect the real dragon. Among them, the big demon with long hair was the most ferocious, and one person resisted it. The two guys from the North Ming Ghost Uncle, and the two guys of the other big demon, have very high cultivation bases, about the same rank as the North Ghost Ghost. The two formed a complete suppression. It seems that the guy has at least 800 years of Taoism, but he doesn't know what kind of monster it is.

The rest of the people of Uncle Beiming Ghost fight hard with those savages. Almost everyone has to face four or five savages. Those savages have fallen over a dozen, but Uncle Beiming ghosts. Two or three people were killed by those savages, and the rest were also stunned.

But see, a guy with a sword, while struggling to resist the savages, shouted at the North Ming Ghost Uncle: "Beijing Ghost Uncle...Is it okay? Brothers can't stand it!"

Looking at the crazy energy of those savages, the people on the side of Uncle Bei Ming really couldn't hold it.

Uncle Bei Ming was also sweating anxiously. He constantly took out the black talisman and slapped it towards the purple dragon aura. Every time a black talisman was shot, a black breath lingered and rolled. Into the purple dragon aura, swirls opened.

Several people stared at Uncle Bei Ming, but they didn't see why.

But as those people continued to step around the purple dragon Qi, chanting mantras, the purple dragon Qi began to roll violently.

Ge Yu pondered over and over again, and finally made a decision: "It doesn't matter, rush out for a while, and the people like Uncle Beiming Ghost must not let them succeed."

"Okay, kill them." Hei Xiaose also raised the long sword in her hand, eager to try.

Ge Yu ordered it down, and everyone walked out. Zhao Yangui was still the first one to take the shot. Taking advantage of those people from Beiming Ghost Uncle, Zhao Yangui shot a dozen flying knives in his hands. , Shooting in different directions respectively.

The flying knife is extremely accurate. Among those who were entangled by the ghost uncle Beiming, there were several flying knives that did not avoid Zhao Yangui. One of them was directly pierced between the eyebrows by Zhao Yangui's flying knife, even struggling. Before he had time, his body trembled and fell straight. As soon as he fell to the ground, he was hit in the head by a stone hammer in the hands of a savage, and all his brains were smashed out. Several others were hit by Zhao Yangui's flying knife. , But didn't hit the key point, and hummed one after another, and stepped back a few steps.

"Kill!" Ge Yu greeted, and the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword in his hand flicked, and the seven small swords flew out at the same time, hitting the wounded people of Uncle Beiming Ghost.

Those people had already been hit by Zhao Yangui's flying knife, and Ge Yu's little sword flew over, and immediately pierced the two people's chest and shot them away.

The group of people like Ge Yu suddenly appeared, and the people on both sides suddenly lost their color, especially the group of Uncle Beiming Ghost, who was even more frightened.

As soon as they came out, they killed the three masters of Uncle Beiming Ghost.

But when the savages looked at Ge Yu and the others, they were also a little dazed. They didn't know what Ge Yu and the others did and how they got in.

The cave was obviously blocked.

The fight, with the appearance of Ge Yu and the others, there was a brief end, and everyone looked at them.

Ge Yu and the others continued to rush forward, however, at this moment, Uncle Bei Ming suddenly shouted, throwing something into the purple dragon gas.

Suddenly, a dragon chant of anger mixed with pain suddenly sounded.

With a loud "roar", the ground was shaking and the mountains were shaking, and gravel fell from the top of his head.

At this moment, everyone was stunned on the spot, looking towards the place surrounded by the purple aura.

Ge Yu and the others were also taken aback by this dragon chant, their footsteps paused, their eardrums buzzed, and the blood all over their bodies boiled.

Accompanied by this dragon roar, under the eyes of everyone, suddenly, a huge head popped out of the purple dragon gas.

This head is about the size of a truck head, with a pair of antlers on top of it. The head is a bit like a camel. It has a pair of golden eyes, shiny, and a pair of long beards underneath. His face is golden scales.

This is the legendary dragon, the totem of China, good guy... it's really a dragon.

After seeing the real dragon showing a head, everyone was frightened, even the group of Uncle Beiming Ghosts kept backing away in shock, looking shocked.

Not to mention that even Ge Yu and others, who was the furthest away from the real dragon, were shocked by this real dragon. I don't know why, their calves were softened, and there was an urge to kneel down and want to worship.

And the savages guarding the real dragon, including the long-haired monster, really knelt down, buried their heads deeply between their hands in the direction of the real dragon, kneeling there shivering.

Chen Yu, who had a shallower cultivation here, slumped directly to the ground, and even Zhong Jinliang couldn't support it, and his body kept shaking.

Quiet, the whole space is quiet. Under the golden eyes of the real dragon, everyone feels the monstrous power, a natural sense of oppression that makes everyone breathless.

This is the legendary real dragon, and the people of Uncle Beiming Ghost are still thinking about slaying the dragon. Are you kidding me?

I'm afraid that if this real dragon moves a little, these people will lose their lives.

The group of Uncle Beiming Ghost disturbed the real dragon. The real dragon seemed to be really angry. He opened his mouth directly and took the person from Uncle Beiming Ghost that was closest to him into his mouth. Here, I swallowed it for life, and that person was completely frightened and dare not even hide. That person was at least a real person with three or four dollars of cultivation. In front of a real dragon, he was not as good as a fart.

After swallowing the man, the real dragon immediately followed with a roar of anger. The breath he roared formed a hurricane, blowing sand and rocks, and everyone on the ground was blown into the sky. Even Ge Yu and the others It was also unstable and rolled to the ground.