It’s a Showdown, I’m Really a Titled Douluo

Chapter 1616 the ghost emperor makes a move (seeking subscription)

Mo Zihong wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and quickly flicked the Cursed Le Moqin, knocking the evil spirit masters back with one blow, and said weakly, "Ahem...Is it still too reluctant?"

Nangong Yi gritted his teeth and said, "There are too many evil spirit masters, and we can't stand it for long!"

Jiang Zhanheng clenched his fists, "Damn...Even if you die, you must send the message back. All these are tricks taught by the Holy Spirit!"

Today, only their three gods of war and several legion members are still alive. As for the others, they have obviously turned into corpses and corpses on the ground!

The whole scene is **** to the extreme...

The headed evil spirit master glanced coldly at them who had reached the end of the battle, "Hehe... I have reminded you why you should ask for trouble. It is the greatest honor of your life to invite you to join the Holy Spirit Cult!"

"However, you obviously did not grasp the opportunity!"

The rest of the evil spirit masters also agreed, "Yes! If it weren't for the request of the master leader, you would have died long ago!"

"Many arm is a car, just kill it directly. If you can absorb the blood and soul of Super Douluo, your strength will definitely be greatly improved!"

"Killing the members of the Legion of the God of War, my spirit power level has increased by several levels, this is really great!"

Jiang Zhanheng took a deep breath, his eyes were already showing the intention of going to death, "Now that there is no other way, I am here to break these restrictions. You must escape and send the message back to the Temple of War!"

Mo Zihong resolutely vetoed, "No, how could we abandon our companions!"

Nangong Yi also frowned and said, "To be born and live together, and to die and die together!"

Jiang Zhanheng was stunned, with a sad smile and said, "It's worth it to hear this sentence, but it's not time for you to die, please!"

The next second, the seventh spirit ring under his feet lit up...

The seventh soul skill, Wuhun true body!

In an instant, he suddenly threw the thunderous spear that exuded the cold light into the air...

Visible to the naked eye, the figure of this Thunder Yan gun began to skyrocket, transforming into hundreds of meters! Shrouded half of the sky, an aura of horror spread instantly...

But it was not over yet, the ninth spirit ring under his feet lit up...

The ninth spirit ability, the spear is shocking!

The whole person leaped suddenly and merged with this hundreds-meter-long spear, making a sound of wanting to tear the sky...

Straight towards the banned bombardment in the sky above, when the two collided, a violent spark burst out immediately, causing the violent wind in the entire space to begin to raging...

Soon, an evil spirit master discovered something was wrong, "No, this guy wants to attack the restraint, stop him!"

However, it is too late!

"A mere ban, break it for me!"

As Jiang Zhanheng's roar resounded across the sky, the entire prohibition was successfully defeated by a long spear, exploding like glass shattered...

Watching this scene, Nangong Yi shouted "Jiang Zhanheng!"

After using the Martial Spirit Real Body and the Ninth Spirit Ability, oneself will become extremely weak, as if the former has no hope of survival at all!

In order to fight for the first line of life for the two of them!

Mo Zihongqiang resisted, "Stop talking nonsense, go! Don't let the opportunity he strives for is wasted!"

After hearing this, Nangong took a deep look at Jiang Zhanheng who was gradually falling from the sky...

Immediately, his heart was cruel, and he left with the former as quickly as possible...

Without restrictions, the two of them wanted to escape, and no one could stop them!

Seeing the two of them fleeing, the evil soul master headed by him knew that he could not stop him, his face was gloomy and terrifying...

"Let them escape! Damn it!"

After speaking, the whole person appeared in front of Jiang Zhanheng who fell on the ground in an instant...

In a gloomy tone, "You... broke our plan of the Holy Spirit, think about how to die?"

Jiang Zhanheng spit out a mouthful of blood, exhausted all his strength, and contemptuously said, "Heh...hehe, evil spirit master...not good..."

Before he could finish speaking, the evil spirit master concentrated his spirit power on his legs and stomped on his head fiercely...

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The deafening sound of crashing keeps going up and down...

It wasn't until Jiang Zhanheng's breath disappeared that he stopped his movements...

He squinted his eyes and said, "Do you think it's OK to die? I want to refine your soul and body into my puppet!"

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The two people who had escaped a certain distance temporarily lowered their movement speed...

Nangong Yi said solemnly, "Jiang Zhanheng...should...sacrifice."

Mo Zihong, who didn't know how to comfort him, had to calmly say, "Well, I can't feel his breath anymore!"

Nangongyi suddenly smiled, "Is it right... I didn't expect that he had always been stiff, and in the end, he didn't lose the face of our Temple of War!"

Seeing this look, Mo Zihong solemnly said, "Nangong Yi, are you okay?"

Nangong Yiqiang smiled and said, "I'm fine, please contact the lord first, you must report the situation! Otherwise, the consequences are very serious!"

But just as Mo Zihong took out the contactor, there was a strange applause, "Pop, pop, pop!"

In an instant, both Mo Zihong and Nangong Yi shrank their pupils, and quickly looked around...

I don’t know when, there has been a figure wearing a black robe and a mask around them...

Nangongyi swallowed his throat, "When? We didn't notice it!"

Mo Zihong's forehead shed a few drops of cold sweat, "The situation... is a bit troublesome."

Even their perception can't find each other, obviously, the strength of the two is not the same level!

The black-robed man stopped applauding and said in a hoarse tone, "Even so many evil soul masters can escape, but... I prefer to cut the grass and root out!"

After the words fell, nine spirit rings suddenly floated under his feet...

Several dazzling red spirit rings made the surroundings feel a breath of despair...

Especially the ghost king behind him who seems to be able to swallow everything, mixed with monstrous malice, makes people tremble...

Nangong Yi stared at the former martial artist, "You are... the ghost emperor taught by the Holy Spirit!"

Mo Zihong smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect that the Holy Spirit Cult leader would actually do it himself... It seems that we are killed!"

I thought that Jiang Zhanheng’s delay was able to send the information back to the Temple of War...

But now they have encountered the Holy Spirit Sect leader, the ninety-nine-level limit Douluo, even if they can live for five minutes after their soul power is exhausted, it is already the limit!

The ghost emperor's eyes showed a strong killing intent, "It seems that you all have recognized my identity...then, get ready to die!"

The huge evil aura continuously whizzed out from his body and swept away to everything around...

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(End of this chapter)