Eternal Demon King

"hateful!"

The old ghost Mo Li took a look inside, and soon noticed something. First, his face changed, and then his expression became extremely hideous.

He thought that Yang Xuan would definitely die, but who would have thought that the latter not only did not die, but was still jumping around so powerfully in the Purgatory of Ten Thousand Ghosts, and kept shooting and killing ghosts.

If he really wants to kill him like this, except for the most powerful ghost in the nine heads, the rest of the ghosts will be killed by him.

"Haha, I'm happy, it's just not enough to kill, old ghost, didn't you claim to have killed a million monks and imprisoned a million ghosts, can you make the ghosts come more violently, I really haven't killed enough!"

Hearing Yang Xuan's arrogant and provocative words, Mo Li's old ghost showed blue veins on his forehead, only to feel that his lungs were about to explode with anger.

He took a deep breath, but it was still difficult to quell the anger in his heart, and he couldn't help roaring fiercely: "Little brat, you are beyond my expectations, but no matter how much you do, no matter how strong your body is, you are destined to die."

"Yeah, but I'm still alive now."

Yang Xuan chuckled, and with a few punches, he killed hundreds of ghosts. These ghosts are good at mental attacks and can shatter the monk's soul with sound waves, but they can't threaten him in the slightest.

There is a god-refining formation to protect the primordial spirit firmly, no matter how powerful the ghost is, it is impossible to hurt him in the slightest.

On the other hand, He Yiming, who was beside him, was gradually unable to bear it, so he could only keep swinging the Qingyang Sword, relying on the pure Yang Immortal Fire on the sword to resist the attack of the ghost group, which consumed a huge amount of mana.

"Hmph, if the old man wants you to die, he will never let you take a breath. Now let you and the surnamed He taste the taste of ten thousand ghosts eating souls, ten thousand ghosts lore!"

The old ghost Mo Li clenched his hands, and the lightning flashed the picture of ten thousand ghosts of purgatory, and quickly zoomed in in the air, turning it into the size of a hill, from which came the sounds of all kinds of ghosts and wolves, as if there were ten thousand ghosts screaming and roaring inside, capturing people. Heart and soul.

This is the true power of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Purgatory Map. Once the Ten Thousand Ghosts Killing Formation is activated, the monks under the Emperor Realm will be torn to shreds by countless ghosts, and there is absolutely no possibility of life.

"It's useless, there are just a few specious ghosts, no matter how many there are, don't even think about how to get me."

In a dark space, facing the attack of thousands of ghosts, Yang Xuan looked calm, without the slightest panic, only to see him summon an ancient cauldron and hold the entire ancient cauldron over his head with both hands.

At this moment, all Li Gui shuddered and stopped moving forward, as if they felt a strong danger and were extremely restless.

"This is, a cauldron of the Great Dao!"

Looking at this ancient cauldron, He Yiming's pale face suddenly showed an incredible shock.

The Great Dao casts a cauldron to fix the world and suppress the spirits of the world. This is a rare thing in ancient times. What is even more incredible is that Yang Xuan's cauldron of the Great Dao seems to contain an extremely terrifying power, making He Yiming even I felt a great crisis.

"Give it all to me."

Yang Xuan shouted, no matter how surprised He Yiming was, he slapped the bottom of the cauldron with one palm, and the entire ancient cauldron turned upside down.

But this is not over yet. At the same time that the ghost energy disappeared, the ancient cauldron began to devour tangible things again, swallowing the terrifying ghosts from all directions, who dared not come forward, into the cauldron, and instantly refining it into Pieces of fly ash.

"If you die, you will become a ghost, and you will never be able to live forever. You are now relieved. Rest in peace."

Yang Xuan whispered, these ghosts have been wiped out by the old ghost Mo Li, leaving only the instinct of bloodthirsty and devouring, not even reincarnation, instead of letting them eat each other and grow, become the killing of the old ghost Mo Li. Tools, in order to bring disaster to the world, it is better to destroy them in one fell swoop.

"Beast, I want you to die!"

Outside, the old ghost Mo Li's eyes were blood red, and he let out a roar that shook the sky. He spent tens of thousands of years and worked hard to raise millions of ghosts. He was killed by Yang Xuan in a blink of an eye. Not one was left for him.

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"Kill me? Then try it!"

Yang Xuan sneered, and waved his fist while putting away the swallowing cauldron. With the blessing of supreme fighting will and swallowing the heaven, his punch was so powerful that it was no exaggeration to describe it as invincible and destructive.

With a bang, the entire Ten Thousand Ghosts Purgatory Map was broken open by him from the inside and shattered on the spot.

"puff!"

The old ghost Mo Li was shaking violently, spewing blood, the magic weapon of double cultivation of life was destroyed, and even he suffered a severe backlash, and his primordial spirit was extremely weak.

"Without the power of the divine power talisman, even the magic weapon of life has been damaged. What are you going to fight with me, old man?"

Yang Xuan shouted, and threw one step at the old ghost Mo Li, raising his fist and hitting him.

Boom!

With one punch, his whole body was burning with fighting intent. He was much stronger than Cai Cai. By virtue of his battle with Old Ghost Mo Li and many Specter Ghosts, his God of War Art was obviously improved, and his battle lines reached thousands of lines.

Although there is still a huge distance from the million battle lines and the completion of the God of War Art, but it has also taken a small step forward, and the combat power has greatly increased.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the old ghost Mo Li took the punch, and the mana shield on his body shattered at once, and the person flew out like a kite with a broken string.

"You, cough..."

His eyes widened, his mouth was coughing up blood, and his face was pale. This was a great shame for him, and at the same time, he was extremely jealous. He couldn't imagine how a person's physique could be so strong.

"This old ghost has been severely injured. When is He Lao if he doesn't do anything at this time?"

Yang Xuan said loudly.

"okay!"

He Yiming recovered from his absence, and immediately took the sword to kill the old ghost Mo Li, taking advantage of his illness to kill him. How could He Yiming miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? In his opinion, if he could not take the opportunity to kill the old Mo Li today. Ghost, I'm afraid there will be no such possibility in the future.

"Ah! I'm not reconciled!"

The old ghost Mo Li couldn't dodge in time, and He Yiming's sword pierced through his chest, his whole body was scorched by a pure yang immortal fire, and he couldn't help but let out a desperate wailing.

But then, he seemed to have thought of something, and immediately his primordial spirit came out of his body, and while escaping into the distance, he took out a divine rune that had been lost by Guanghua, and shouted: "Please also ask the gods to save the villain's life!"

"It's really useless."

For a moment, there was a snort in vain from the divine rune, and then an old face suddenly emerged from it.

"Sacred Mountain God Envoy!"

He Yiming's pupils shrank, Shenshan is the holy land of the Protoss, and it is also a real behemoth in the fairyland. Facing a divine envoy of the Protoss, even if it was just a phantom of his spiritual sense, He Yiming did not dare to do it again for a while.

"What bastard messenger, since he dares to appear, then stay."

Yang Xuan said coldly, he is not He Yiming, and he has no fear of the God Race. Almost as soon as he spoke, he started the Great Void Technique and chased after the spirit of the old ghost Moli.

"presumptuous!"

The old man's face roared with anger, and a mighty divine might came out, but was completely ignored by Yang Xuan.

He struck with lightning and smashed the face to pieces with one punch, leaving only an angry roar that reverberated endlessly.

"Junior, the old man remembers you, we will meet again soon."

"You'd better expect not to see me again, otherwise it will only make you completely dead. Well, it's your turn, the weak and weak soul, do you really think you can escape?"

Yang Xuan's expression was indifferent, unmoved, and pointed out with a finger, only to hear a scream, and the spirit of the old ghost Mo Li, who had fled away in a hurry, disappeared.