Reborn Holy Emperor Supreme

Chapter 17
There was a sharp pain in his shoulder, the corner of Yin Wuxu's mouth twitched, and he took a deep breath.

Although Ghost Cultivator's skills are known for being weird, and his physical strength is a little weaker than that of practitioners of the same level, he is a middle-level practitioner of the Mysterious Level.

Qin Lang's fist landed on his shoulder, but it was like a mountain.

Yin Wuxu's body turned into a ghostly aura, and hurriedly floated out, recalling the scene just now, he felt a little palpitating.

"Qin Lang, who is your master? How do you know my ghost sect's supreme skill?" Yin Wuxu exclaimed, cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

Qin Lang is only twenty this year, but he was able to overwhelm Yin Wuxu with the supreme skill of Guizong. From his point of view, Qin Lang must have someone behind him to guide him.

Even, the expert behind Qin Lang is likely to be an old monster who can't be hidden from the world.

Otherwise, how could Qin Lang know the ghost sect technique?
At a young age, you can fight against yourself!
A sneer appeared at the corner of Qin Lang's mouth, "No one in the ghost clan is worthy of being my master, and some weak bloodlines of the ghost clan dare to call themselves the ghost clan."

"Good boy, you are not ashamed to speak out. Since you are not from the sect, don't blame the old man for beheading you!"

A puff of black smoke emitted from Yin Wuxu's body, and spread rapidly, covering the entire courtyard.

The potted plants in the yard, after being exposed to the black smoke, quickly withered and turned yellow, as if they had been sucked out of their vitality in an instant.

Shrouded in darkness, a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere descended.

This is Yin Wuxu's practice of the ghost sect, called "All things turn into ashes!"
This technique is extremely evil. At the beginning, it needs to absorb the spiritual energy of tree creatures, and then absorb the Yin energy in the dark place.

However, this is not enough practice to turn everything into ashes.

Practitioners need to absorb ghost energy and corpse energy in the cemetery, and they can achieve small success after seven to seven 49 days!

If you want to reach the level of Dacheng, you need to kill 36 girls as sacrifices to the ghost king.

If we go one step further and refine everything to the peak of perfection, then we need to behead 120 men as sacrifices to the Queen of Ghosts.

Yin Wuxu refined all things from ashes to the peak of perfection, which is why he beheaded 120 men at the beginning and was later wanted by the Zhengdao Alliance.

Suddenly, the black mist condensed into a huge sword, and with the sound of wind and thunder, it slashed at Qin Lang fiercely.

call!
The powerful air currents scurry around unscrupulously, and the tiles on the roof fly like butterflies.

The coercion suddenly fell, and the Qin family backed away with fear on their faces.

They feel that under this sword, not to mention you, even the whole yard will become a pile of ruins.

Qin Lang's parents looked at their son worriedly.

"Evil technique! It's like embarrassing the ghost clan, I'll clean up the mess for the ghost emperor!"

Qin Lang's body rose from the ground like a cannonball. He raised his fist and greeted the giant sword that was slashing straight down.

He wants to resist Yin Wuxu's great sword with his physical body and his own fists.

Yin Wuxu was overjoyed when he saw this.

Fighting against the giant sword with fists, isn't this courting death?

Do you think your fist is made of steel?

Since you are beyond your own strength, then I want you to die under this sword and split your body in two.

Yin Wuxu let out a heavy snort, the strong ghost energy gushed out of his body, and the giant sword became sharper and more powerful.

"Go to hell with me!" Yin Wuxu sneered coldly and said ferociously.

Everyone in the Qin family watched the astonishing scene of Qin Lang flying up and resisting the giant sword with his fists, and their hearts suddenly rose to their throats.

There are even Qin family members who are praying in secret, hoping that Qin Lang will succeed in one fell swoop.

A murderous intent flashed in Qin Lang's eyes.

A golden light flowed from the edge of his fist, shining on the black mist.

Chi Chi
The sound was endless, like a hot iron block being dropped into cold water.

"What?" Yin Wuxu exclaimed
He felt his ghost energy slowly draining away.

At this time, Qin Lang's fist collided with the black giant sword!
boom!
With a dull sound, the black giant sword shattered after sustaining for less than a breath!
boom!
Yin Wuxu's body was thrown into the air, crashing into several houses one after another, before being buried in the rubble.

Whoa!

The rubble flew, and Yin Wuxu's body rushed out.

His face was covered with blood, and his body was covered with scars. The punch just now caused him a lot of damage!

"Oh? Not dead yet?" Qin Lang was slightly startled, as if he didn't want the punch just now to fail to kill Yin Wuxu.

It seems that Yin Wuxu should have a magic weapon such as body protection!
Yin Wuxu gave a sinister smile, his eyes showed a terrifying and cruel light, "Qin Lang, can't you think of it? You failed to kill me!"

He slowly pulled out a mirror from his chest.

The mirror sunk deeply, and the luster was extremely dim.

It was this mirror that resisted most of Qin Lang's blow for him!

This mirror can only be used once, but even so, the unresisting force almost killed Yin Wuxu.

Qin Lang looked at her indifferently, thinking that Yin Wuxu really carried a body protection magic weapon with him.

This mirror should be refined by a strong ghost sect.

It can be seen from this that Yin Wuxu's status in the ghost sect should be very high, otherwise he would not carry the magic weapon with him.

Yin Wuxu threw the damaged mirror on the ground, stared at Qin Lang, and said fiercely: "You destroyed my body mirror, you deserve to die for this crime!"

Snapped!
Yin Wuxu spurted blood from his mouth, and was slapped away by Qin Lang.

Qin Lang stepped on Yin Wuxu's head, looked down at him, and said: "When people from the Ghost Sect fight, do they like to talk a lot of nonsense first?"

"If you want to fight, you will fight, if you don't fight, you will kill yourself in front of me!"

"Qin Lang, you will die badly, my father will definitely pay for me." Yin Wuxu said viciously with red eyes.

Before the words were finished, they stopped abruptly.

As soon as Qin Lang's foot was strong, it immediately crushed Yin Wuxu's head.

"Lin Jianchen, how do you want to die?"

Such a bloody scene not only shocked everyone in the Qin family, but also brought a strong crisis to Lin Jianchen.

Unexpectedly, the strong man the Lin family relied on was killed by Qin Lang so easily.

"You, you can't kill me. I don't want to. Die." Lin Jianchen cried in fright. He prostrated himself on the ground, his body shaking violently.

"Kill him, if it wasn't for him, Second Uncle's hand wouldn't have been cut off, and Qin San wouldn't have died under the knife of the man in black."

At this time, a young man from the Qin family stood up, pointed at Lin Jianchen and said.

Judging by his expression, he seemed to want to swallow Lin Jianchen alive.

Lin Jianchen was terrified.

"Yes, kill him!"

"Kill him, or the Qin family will be destroyed by him today."

Everyone in the Qin family wanted to kill Lin Jianchen.

Qin Lang looked at Lin Jianchen indifferently, and said, "Then you die!"

A golden air flow floated from him into Lin Jianchen's body.

Suddenly, Lin Jianchen's body stopped shaking, and then turned into white dust.

When Lin Jianchen stomped on Yin Wuxu's head, it was in a deep mountain [-] kilometers southwest of Huahai City.

This is the base camp of the ghost sect.

Suddenly, an angry roar came from deep in the mountain: "Who killed my son! This work will tear you to pieces!"

A puff of black smoke flew out from the ghost sect in the deep mountain, shooting towards the direction of DM County with lightning speed.

(End of this chapter)