Cute Scripture of Mountains and Seas

Attack! Attack! Attack again! In a state of frenzy, the white-clothed ghosts launched a general attack on the already scarred ghost emperor at all costs.

Countless claw marks intertwined together, forming a net from all directions, locking up all the hiding space of the Ghost Emperor. At this time, the huge body of the Ghost Emperor's ten meters high became the best target, and the ghost without the barrier of the abyss The emperor can't defend against all these ghost claws.

"Hiss!" Like the sound of rags being torn, there were hundreds of claw marks on Guihuang Xiaoshangao's body in an instant, and the sword energy that had been preventing it from recovering from its injuries erupted in an all-round way, enlarging all the wounds. Ten times higher, blood spurted out of it like a stream.

This time, all the white-clothed war ghosts went crazy, and they all rushed towards the ghost emperor, wanting to bathe in its blood and step on its corpse to advance.

This moment is the opportunity that Netherworld is waiting for.

She hadn't planned to go back alive since launching the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, so she frantically summoned so many powerful white-clothed war ghosts continuously, to the point that even the Immortal Ring of Huangquan couldn't bear it.

Everything is for the purpose of destroying the Ghost Emperor.

Ghost Emperor, must die!

Now is the best time to kill the ghost emperor, Youming Huangquan put all his trump cards aside without hesitation.

The countless ice butterflies that seemed to be flying in the sky at random have already quietly gathered, turned into twelve huge ice rings and suspended above the ghost emperor, and all fell down under the order of the ghost emperor, locking the ghost emperor Numerous phosphorous powders fell from his hands, feet, neck, and waist, freezing more than half of the ghost emperor's body in an instant.

The twelve ghost wells that had been summoning the white-clothed war ghosts all appeared at the feet of the ghost emperor. The twelve white-clothed female ghosts stretched out their hands together and grabbed the ghost emperor's feet, making him unable to move or struggle.

In the end, it was the Nether Huangquan who pulled out a water sword from his fairy ring. This sword was transformed from the water of the boundless Styx River. Even the skin of the ghost, the Nether Huangquan, was corroded and melted when he held it, and he could almost see it. The bones inside.

Goodbye, September.

Goodbye, world.

Countless ice crystals spread from the ghost emperor's body, and a small half of the huge body was pulled into the ground. At least ten giant claws of the white-clothed war ghost penetrated its body together, stirring its internal organs.

But, that's not enough. Youming Huangquan knows the horror of the Ghost Emperor, and it will never fall down unless its heart is completely crushed.

Youming Huangquan used the most brilliant sword in her life. It was a sword that directly crossed all battlefields and pierced through the ghost emperor's heart. At this moment, Youming Huangquan, who had never practiced swordsmanship before, reached the level of human sword. The Realm of One—at the cost of her life.

It was an incomparably gorgeous sword, like the aurora of the extreme north. Qingling's sword light flashed across the sky with the ghostly yellow spring, piercing through the ghost emperor's heart accurately, and at the same time pouring countless waters of the Styx River into the sky. They were poured into the ghost emperor's body together.

The Ghost Emperor, whose body was riddled with holes, finally fell down, and his huge body smashed a 15-meter-long pit on the ground. A large amount of blood spurted out from his body, filling it like a stream. This big pit has turned this big pit into a pool of blood.

The white-clothed war ghosts all jumped into the pool of blood, roaring crazily.

This is the blood of the ghost emperor, the blood of the invincible monsters who once traversed the seas and mountains, enough to make them all promoted to red-clothed ghost-killing treasures, the spoils of war after their bloody battles.

A large amount of blood evil power rose up, which was a sign that the white-clothed war ghost would become the red-clothed ghost-killer.

"It's over..." Standing on the dead body of the Ghost Emperor, Youming Huangquan's eyes were incomparably empty, and the Styx sword in his hand also dissipated little by little. The plain hand in its original shape.

That's it.

In this way, she can finally rest in peace.

She didn't have to eat Mei Xue, let alone become the ghost emperor's bride. She changed her own destiny with her own hands, so that the same tragedy as herself would never happen again.

"Ding!" That was the sound of a string breaking in Youming Huangquan's mind, and it was also the sound of the Hundred Ghosts Yaxing declaring that it was out of control.

For a moment, all the white-clothed war ghosts froze for a moment, and then began to lock their eyes on Youming Huangquan with an undisguised fierce look.

Youming Huangquan smiled faintly, ready to be torn apart.

This is her own choice. If she does not summon so many white-clothed war ghosts, she has absolutely no hope of defeating the ghost emperor. It is self-evident what will happen to her after the ghosts go out of control.

A bright red claw mark flashed across the right side of Nether Huangquan, almost cutting off one of her arms out of thin air. It was the attack of a white-clothed war ghost who was about to advance.

This claw mark was like a signal, and in the next moment, countless claw marks came from all directions, and there was no doubt that they were going to tear Netherworld to pieces.

Youming Huangquan quietly closed his eyes, waiting for the moment of his death.

Amidst the sharp whistling sound, Youming Huangquan felt his body lighten suddenly, as if flying into the air.

Is this what death feels like? It seems that there is no pain or sadness at all. If you look at it this way, death is no big deal!

"Hey!" Youming Huangquan was stunned, did he hear it wrong, why does this voice sound so similar...

"Gu!" Youming Huangquan was puzzled, the voice seemed to be...

"Hungry!" Youming Huangquan really didn't want to admit it, very, very much didn't want to admit it, but this voice, this impulse was indeed - she was hungry.

Strange, it has been cut into hundreds of pieces, and the soul is gone, how can you still be hungry?

Wait, I'm already out of my wits, how can I still be conscious and can think so much.

Youming Huangquan opened his eyes and saw a white mist and the roadside scenery moving at high speed.

Looking up, Youming Huangquan saw the face of a peerless and beautiful young man. It was such an alluring face that even as a woman, she felt jealous.

who is he? Youming Huangquan is sure that she absolutely does not know this young man, even if she is always studying, once she has seen such a person, she will not be able to forget it, because this young man's appearance is too enchanting.

Those eyes that seem to be able to speak, the handsome face that can hardly distinguish between men and women, and the pair of lovely golden fox ears on the head... wait, golden fox ears!

"Golden hair and jade-faced nine-tailed fox?" Youming Huangquan looked at the mysterious boy who was hugging her and was running away in disbelief. She never knew that there was a male golden-haired and jade-faced nine-tailed fox in the demon fox clan.

"Yeah!" Mei Xue, who used the golden-feathered and jade-faced nine-tailed fox transformation to save Netherworld at the last moment, replied vaguely. Now he doesn't have time to explain. He searched for a long time in Santu River before finding Netherworld. He risked his life to save her from the pile of white-clothed war ghosts.

Fortunately, those white-clothed war ghosts didn't continue to catch up because they were greedy for the blood of the huge monster. Otherwise, even if he activated the golden-feathered and jade-faced nine-tailed fox transformation, he would not be able to escape from their grasp with the ghostly ghost.

The Netherworld who can summon and drive them is really amazing. It can be said that she is the first fairy warlock that Mei Xue has personally come into contact with so far to truly display the power of the fairy ring. Mei Xue, who hadn't even entered the gate, sighed.

But why did it get out of control in the end? Mei Xue originally thought that it would be a happy ending for everyone, but it wasn't until half of Netherworld's arm was about to be cut off that she realized that something was wrong, so she hurriedly rescued Netherworld at a critical moment.

"Goo!" Youming Huangquan felt her stomach growl again. Facing this strange and mysterious boy, she was actually full of appetite and had the desire to eat.

Hopeless! It's completely hopeless! Netherworld has a feeling of wanting to die.

Be it Meixue, or this mysterious golden-haired and jade-faced nine-tailed fox boy, she is so hungry and thirsty, and she has the urge to eat several of them at once when she gets close.

no! You can't eat people, and you can't eat the nine-tailed fox with golden hair and jade noodles! Mei Xue is Jiuyue's friend, and this mysterious boy is more likely to be Jiuyue's younger brother or younger generation. As Jiuyue's best friend, how could she have such inhuman impulse towards them.

Hold back! hold back! Netherworld!

"Cough!" Youming Huangquan's whole body trembled, and the backlash from Baigui Yexing came again, and that was the price she had to pay.

In the pool of blood where the ghost emperor fell, the numerous white-clothed war ghosts also trembled all over, and then looked at the direction in which Mei Xue and Youming Huangquan were escaping with fierce eyes.

In history, how did the magicians who died in the night walk of the ghosts die? Was it all because of the backlash of the magic?

No, only a small part of them died because of the backlash of the fairy art, and most of the rest died from the ghosts they summoned, because the ghosts summoned in the Hyakki Night Walk will die after the Hyakki Night Walk loses control. Instinctively began to hunt and kill the summoner.

Not once, not twice, until death, unless the summoner has absolute power beyond all ghosts.

However, if there is such power, why summon the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk?

Therefore, the summoner who uses the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk Forbidden Art has only two results, one is to die in a Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, and the other is to defeat the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk.

"Be careful..." Youming Huangquan only had time to remind himself of the mysterious golden-haired jade-faced nine-tailed fox boy in front of him, and he passed out.

In order to perform the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, she has consumed all her strength.

"Watch out for what?" Mei Xue didn't know the price Netherworld had to pay for using the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk. In his opinion, those ghosts in white clothes had already been thrown off, and he had taken her away from that place many times, so it should be There will be no more danger.

A terrible scene is happening beside the pool of blood where the ghost emperor fell.

"Ho...ho..."

"hey-hey……"

"Ha ha……"

Bathed in the blood of the ghost emperor, their white clothes have been dyed red, and even the evil spirit of blood is slowly rising. The white-clothed war ghosts are showing ferocious and distorted smiles.

No one can take advantage of the Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts without paying the price, and the Underworld Underworld who used this forbidden technique is no exception. After bathing in enough blood of the Ghost Emperor, these ferocious white-clothed war ghosts are about to start another hunt, representing a hundred ghosts. The hunting of ghosts at the end of the night.

This time, the target is the Netherworld.