Supreme Alchemy

Witch weapons are similar to warrior weapons.

But because it is refined with witchcraft, it has a lot of weird energy.

In southern Xinjiang.

Not many people own witchcraft.

As for the Holy Son of the Witch Cult, there will naturally be no shortage of them.

An evil breath, like a strong wind.

Sweeping by in an instant.

It made everyone tremble and their scalps tingled.

It was like walking into Shura Hell.

I saw it in the hands of the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

Holding a yellow leather drum the size of a head.

The small drum has yellow skin on both sides and the body is dark.

There are no patterns on it.

But it exudes a faint black light.

This black light flickers like breathing.

"Human Skin Drum, the Holy Son actually took out this witchcraft weapon!"

Shanyu took a breath of cold air.

He stared blankly at the small drum in the hand of the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

This witchcraft weapon is famous.

Precisely.

He should have a fierce reputation.

Because a small drum is made of human skin.

The drum heads on both sides are made of the human skin of a powerful person in the powerful realm.

The drum body is polished from human bones.

This drum was made by the Witch Saint himself.

Although due to material limitations.

It cannot become a holy weapon, but it is the top existence among semi-holy weapons.

And the power of this drum.

It's also extremely scary.

It has been ten years since this drum was rewarded by the witch saint to the witch saint.

ten years.

More than 100,000 people have died under the drum of human skin.

Among them are barbarians, wizards, and monsters.

But this is not the scariest thing about the human skin drum.

The scariest thing about human skin drums.

After killing a person, he can absorb his soul.

It is prevented from entering reincarnation and can only be trapped in the drum forever.

"Elixir Emperor, come and see the power of my human skin drum!"

The Holy Son of Witchcraft laughed ferociously.

Then with a snap of his fingers, it landed on the human skin drum.

Boom!

A dull drumbeat suddenly sounded.

The sound wave visible to the naked eye is like a blade.

He slashed towards Xiao Changfeng.

Along the way, the air was split.

Irresistible!

But naturally this sound blade cannot hurt Xiao Changfeng's divine body.

After being flicked lightly by Xiao Changfeng, it immediately shattered.

But this sound blade is just a side attack of the human skin drum.

boom!

I saw the drum surface vibrating, and immediately ghosts flew out from the drum surface.

There are so many of these ghosts.

Like a black column of smoke, it flew out of the human skin drum.

"There are a hundred thousand ghost figures in my human skin drum, which can be condensed into a ghost emperor!"

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult spoke while beating the drum.

Soon, countless ghosts gathered together.

Eventually it turned into a fifty-meter evil ghost.

The evil ghost has a green face, fangs, and four claws.

The lower body is in a state of smoke.

But its strength is extremely strong.

Reached the ninth level of the Imperial Martial Realm.

The Ghost King is equivalent to a strong man at the ninth level of the Imperial Martial Realm.

It is also intangible and insubstantial, and ordinary attacks are completely ineffective against it.

"Go ahead and tear him to pieces!"

The Holy Ghost of the Witch Cult beats the drum with his bullet fingers, controlling the ghost king with the sound of the drum.

"Roar!"

The Ghost King roared.

It's not a real sound, but like a mental wave.

resounded in everyone's minds.

The sound was filled with evil.

It gave everyone a splitting headache.

Even the wizard had a look of pain on his face.

Uh-huh!

The Ghost King roared and charged towards Xiao Changfeng.

His sharp claws were like substance.

After the collision, sparks flew out.

With four sharp claws coming out, even fine steel bones can be easily broken into pieces!

"It's just an ant!"

Facing this huge ghost emperor, Xiao Changfeng smiled disdainfully.

Then his eyes bloomed with blue light.

The surging spiritual consciousness spurted out and condensed into a long blue sword in front of him.

The long sword is one meter long.

It is formed by condensing strands of spiritual consciousness.

Like the Nine Heavens Divine Sword.

As soon as it appeared, there was a powerful and immeasurable aura that filled the world.

The huge ghost emperor felt this pressure.

His eyes suddenly looked horrified and his whole body trembled.

It was as if he had seen some natural enemy.

"Sword of Divine Consciousness, cut!"

Xiao Changfeng stretched out his hand and pointed.

Suddenly, the sword of consciousness turned into a bright blue light, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

He was slashing towards the Ghost King.

"What is this? Mental power?"

As soon as the Sword of Divine Consciousness appeared, the Holy Son of the Witch Cult looked frightened.

He is a natural witch spirit who can communicate with ghosts and gods and control souls.

Therefore, it is also very sensitive to spiritual consciousness.

He felt like his soul was trembling.

The two ghost generals on his body also instantly became alert.

Boom, boom, boom!

Although the Holy Son of the Witch Cult was frightened, he quickly reacted.

Suddenly I stopped snapping my fingers and beating the drum.

Instead, he turned his hands into mallets and struck the human skin drum violently.

In an instant, the fierce drum beat echoed between heaven and earth.

It made the Ghost Emperor's aura even more violent.

The eyes were even more ignited with crazy fire.

This way.

The Ghost King's fear of the Sword of Divine Consciousness was suppressed.

Like a crazy ferocious beast.

He attacked the Sword of Divine Consciousness without fear of death.

Bang!

The solid claws collided with the sword of consciousness.

Brilliant sparks suddenly broke out.

Sparks flew everywhere, like fireworks.

This made the Holy Son of the Witch Cult happy.

However, the next moment.

The joy on the Holy Son of the Witch Cult's face froze.

Puff!

The claws only lasted for three seconds.

They were cut off by the Sword of Divine Sense.

Then the Sword of Divine Sense continued to move forward.

With a crushing momentum, it cut off the four claws that blocked it first.

Then, in the eyes of the Holy Son of the Witch Cult in disbelief.

The 50-meter-long Ghost King was cut in half.

Crash!

The huge Ghost King was like a collapsed sand castle.

It collapsed into 100,000 ghost shadows in an instant.

At this time, the ghost shadows were overwhelming.

Everyone looked up, like dark clouds covering the sky.

Although the Sword of Divine Sense was strong.

But it could only kill the Ghost King, but could not wipe out 100,000 ghost shadows at once.

Therefore, as long as the Holy Son of the Witch Cult gathered these ghost shadows again.

He could turn them into a new Ghost King.

Unfortunately, Xiao Changfeng did not give the Holy Son of the Witch Cult this opportunity.

"Soul-binding gourd!"

Xiao Changfeng dispersed the sword of consciousness and took out the soul-binding gourd instead.

Suddenly, a special suction force surged out from the soul-binding gourd.

Squeak!

The ghosts in the sky felt this special suction force.

They immediately cried out in fear.

However, the soul-binding gourd specializes in absorbing souls.

In addition, Master Mo Ling has successfully broken through to the Emperor Martial Realm.

These ghosts can't struggle at all.

Suddenly, ghosts are sucked in one after another.

They sink into the soul-binding gourd.

Millions of spectators saw this strange scene at this time.

One hundred thousand ghosts are like whales sucking water.

They are forcibly absorbed by the soul-binding gourd.

"No, come back to me!"

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult was shocked and reacted quickly.

He immediately beat the human skin drum, trying to take these ghosts back.

But how can a mere human skin drum defeat the soul-binding gourd.

So let the Holy Son of the Witch Cult beat the drum and urge it.

The 100,000 ghosts continued to sink into the Soul-Forbidden Gourd.

One minute later.

All the 100,000 ghosts were swallowed up by the Soul-Forbidden Gourd.

Not a single one was left!

Only then did Xiao Changfeng put away the Soul-Forbidden Gourd with satisfaction.

He turned to the Holy Son of the Witch Cult and smiled brilliantly.

"I'll take your 100,000 ghosts!"