My Female Ghost is Super Fierce

After understanding the situation, Gao Yang's eyes were already refocused on Zhao Wan'er who was more than ten meters away.

As Liu Zhaoyun said, Zhao Wan'er's strength is obviously far higher than that of the nine-level blood corpse.

Even if dozens of seconds passed, during the battle between the two, this blood corpse never touched Zhao Wan'er from the beginning to the end.

On the contrary, this level nine blood corpse has been hit several times in succession, and the yin energy in its body has dissipated a little.

..........?...... 0

"Roar"

As if realizing that the situation could not continue, after the ninth-level blood corpse let out a roar, strands of corpse blood rushed out of the blood corpse's body.

While these corpses and blood demons kept rushing out, the body of this level nine blood corpse also shriveled up quickly.

When the thick corpse blood gathered from the air and turned into blood-colored clouds, it was already rushing towards Zhao Wan'er.

In response, Zhao Wan'er snorted softly, and when she waved her sleeve robe, the black fire of the underworld permeated her whole body.

With the flickering figure, under the protection of these dark fires, he brazenly rushed into the blood cloud and then appeared on top of the ninth-level blood corpse.

After stepping on the ground, and directly stepping on the head of this ninth-level blood corpse, it was Zhao Wan'er who said coldly, "What are you? You also work with me?"

As he said, while stepping on the head of this ninth-level blood corpse, strands of black flames had already appeared on the body of this ninth-level blood corpse.

As the Yin Qi in the body burned and dissipated rapidly under these dark fires, the blood corpse of the ninth level who was in extreme pain couldn't help but want to struggle.

But no matter how he struggled, Zhao Wan'er's foot was pressed firmly on his body like a mountain.

I can only let those dark fires burn my body inch by inch and then make a weak and mournful sound.

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Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Nine

I saw with my own eyes how the ninth-level blood corpse, which I had no way to do before, was stepped on the ground by Zhao Wan'er, and then let those black ghost fires burn the body into ashes bit by bit.

Gao Yang couldn't help sighing at the difference in strength that could be seen in this comparison.

But I don't know why, but there is also a faint feeling of joy amidst this melancholy.

Gao Yang, who was brought up by his own mother, doesn't have so much machismo.

Anyway, as long as some places prove themselves, other places are not important.

If you find a woman whose strength is too much weaker than yourself, she is useless except to be a vase, it is better to be alone and leisurely.

How good it is now.

When encountering problems and bullying others outside, my daughter-in-law will help me, and when others want to bully me, my daughter-in-law can also help me.

You can go to the hall and enter the bedroom, you can fight mistresses, and "163" can beat hooligans.

Some people say that behind every successful man stands a powerful woman.

The other man, Gao Yang, was out of his control.

But behind Gao Yang stood a few powerful and fierce female ghosts.

When you meet an enemy you can't deal with, you don't need others. This super fierce wife in your own family will smash your head and then crush your bones a little bit.

As for the strength is not as strong as his own wife.

Gao Yang only needs to snort coldly.

Whether it is strong or not can be divided into many aspects and occasions.

Just like now, even if Gao Yang's own strength is not as strong as that of a few wives.

But as a man, he only needs to be able to make them docile at night, and that's enough.

What else is there to care about?

When the ghost under his feet was completely burnt by Liu Zhaoyun, and there was no hair left, Gao Yang's heart skipped a beat.

In an instant, Gao Yang already gained 5,000 system points.

Seeing the skyrocketing system points, Gao Yang was overjoyed.

Now there are 50 million experience points before Gao Yang needs to enter the next level.

In other words, 50,000 system points.

Now, with the harvest from one night and the addition of the secret services and Xu Zhengyang's side, Gao Yang's progress has already reached one-fifth.

Sure enough, every time the daughter-in-law appeared on the stage, it meant that Gao Yang could have a big harvest.

And after Gao Yang absorbed all the energy of this ninth-level blood corpse, Zhao Wan'er on the side was already slowly walking towards Gao Yang with her hands behind her back.

The lofty posture in the action is fully displayed.

It's just that, seeing Zhao Wan'er come back slowly this time, none of the monks around dared to continue to look up at Zhao Wan'er.

Didn't you see that the blood corpse of the ninth Asura level was beaten up like a chicken and then wiped out?

How many other people have the guts to continue looking up at Zhao Wan'er? Do you want to die?

For the gestures of these monks, Zhao Wan'er put her eyes on them, and her expression was not the slightest bit disturbed.

It's as if all of this is just as it should be.

But just when Zhao Wan'er returned to Gao Yang's side, before Zhao Wan'er could speak, Liu Zhaoyun, who was beside Gao Yang, glanced as if she had noticed something at this moment, and let out a soft "Huh".

Immediately afterwards, Liu Zhaoyun raised her right hand lightly, and then raised her hand out of thin air and stretched out into the air.

As a wave rippled in front of her, Liu Zhaoyun's hand went across the wave directly.

A few seconds later, when she took it back, there was already a palm-sized scarlet sword in Liu Zhaoyun's hand.

It's just that the little bloody sword was still trembling for Shihuo, who was caught by Liu Zhaoyun.

For some reason, the moment they saw this little bloody sword, everyone around them felt extremely uncomfortable.

But I can't say what it feels like.

It's like the intertwining of instinctive fear, anxiety or disgust, etc. It's extremely complicated.

"snort"