Maoshan Ghost King

The purple-robed head descendant fell with a stab, instead of cutting off Zhong Jinliang’s head, but instead felt a strong counter-shock force. Zhen Zhen’s wrists were a little numb. He raised the knife and looked at him. With eyes widened, the two purple-robed head-down masters behind him also gasped in shock.

Because the purple robe lowered the head of the master's knife.

This knife is a magic weapon, not to mention that it will curl when it is cut on a person's neck. Even if it is cut on a stone, there will be no gaps. Is it possible that this kid's neck is harder than a stone?

Just as the three purple-robed descendants were surprised, Zhong Jinliang, who was lying on the ground in a daze, suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes turned red like blood. He stared at the neck of the purple-robed descendant who was holding a knife in his hand. His throat suddenly surged, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't wait to drink something.

After the painful struggle just now, Zhong Jinliang felt much better, and his consciousness became a lot more sober, but he looked at the neck of the purple-robed head-down master, as if he had a great attraction to him.

He stood up abruptly, his body seemed to be ejected in an instant, and immediately threw the purple-robed lower-headed master who was holding a scimitar to the ground.

Afterwards, Zhong Jinliang opened his mouth and used his sharp teeth to place a mouthful on the neck of the purple robe descending head master.

At this moment, my teeth bit my skin and blood poured into my throat. It felt like being in the desert, under the scorching sun, without drinking water for three days, suddenly found a small oasis. The whole person rushed forward, drinking water like gulps.

The purple-robed head-down master who was thrown to the ground by Zhong Jinliang didn't have time to react. He was still shocked at why the scimitar in his hand was curled. As a result, Zhong Jinliang threw him straight, and Zhong Jinliang was on his neck. He bit out a big hole, and the blood on his body was pouring towards his neck at the same time.

The purple-robed head descendant knew that the trouble was big, and at first he struggled violently twice, trying to push Zhong Jinliang’s body away, but at this moment Zhong Jinliang’s body was as heavy as a mountain, and it moved at all. No.

The other two purple-robed head-down masters immediately reacted, and the scimitars in their hands slashed towards Zhong Jinliang at the same time.

The frightening thing is that Zhong Jinliang’s body is like copper-skinned iron bones. The knife and axe only cut through the clothes covering the body, leaving no trace on him. The two purple-robed descendant's scimitars are also All cut and rolled the blade.

Zhong Jinliang didn't care about it, the knife falling crazily on his back was like a tickling, and it didn't cause any harm to him.

The purple robe descended head master who was under his body struggled for a moment, and his body soon became silent. When Zhong Jinliang let go of his body, the man was already staring at a pair of dead eyes with four on his neck. A big hole of blood, no blood can flow out.

Suddenly, Zhong Jinliang's body ejected again, almost knocking the two purple-robed head-down masters behind him into flight.

Those blood-red eyes also changed when they looked at the two purple-robed descending masters. They felt that they were not two living people, but their necks were particularly attractive to them.

What's wrong with me?

Zhong Jinliang's consciousness became more and more sober, but he didn't understand why he suddenly became like this.

And the two purple-robed head-down masters were equally shocked, looking at Zhong Jinliang at this time like monsters.

The scimitar in his hand cuts iron like mud, and it fell on this kid without even leaving a trace. This is too scary, is this kid still a human?

Zhong Jinliang let out an angry roar, stretched out his hands covered with sharp blue and black nails, and continued to pounce at the two Zizipao lower head masters.

The two purple-robed lower-head masters glanced at each other, and still rushed towards Zhong Jinliang without hesitation.

In their opinion, Zhong Jinliang was actually dead, but he suddenly became like this without knowing the reason.

They didn't have no way to deal with this corpse monster, they immediately took out the talisman from their body, and pressed it towards Zhong Jinliang.

At the same time, the two black monks also walked to Ge Yu lying on the ground.

After Ge Yu was hit by the purple-robed head-down master's destiny, he stayed on the ground, motionless, his body was completely black, and Ge Yu completely lost consciousness.

The two black monks felt that Ge Yu was no longer in any danger at this time, there was no movement at this moment, and people must be dead.

But when the two black monks squatted beside Ge Yu, they discovered something very strange.

I don't know when, a black breath began to fill the boy's body, first transpired from his arm, and then the black breath quickly spread from his arm to his whole body.

And this black aura made them feel shocked even for people.

The two black monks glanced at each other. One of them, the black monk, worried that Ye Changmeng would have more dreams, and immediately raised the bone stick in his hand and smashed it on Ge Yu's head.

Seeing that the bone rod was about to fall on Ge Yu's head, Ge Yu also suddenly opened his eyes.

The black monk snorted in fright, and the bone stick in his hand shook. Before he could land on Ge Yu's head, Ge Yu grabbed his wrist.

Seeing that the situation was not good, another black monk quickly shot and slammed Ge Yu on the head.

And Ge Yu's backhand was a palm, slapped on his chest, and before the black monk's figure flew out, Ge Yu turned his palm into claws and grabbed the black monk by the neck.

Two black monks were caught by Ge Yu at the same time. When Ge Yu's hands were in contact with their bodies, the black air in his hands immediately spread towards them.

At that moment, the two black monks shook their bodies visibly and violently as if they were struck by lightning, and the black magic energy enveloped them like a tide.

At the same time, when the black magic energy enveloped them, they also felt that all the power in their bodies was hollowed out, and they didn't even have the strength to struggle.

But Ge Yu, who was originally black and shiny, faded at an extremely fast speed when the black magic energy spread all over his body.

Of course Ge Yu knew what was going on. The reason why he had the courage to grab the destiny of the purple-robed head-down master just now was because he felt that he had the power of the ancient demon head in his body that could resolve the head-down poison.

Ge Yu was right, the power of that ancient demon really didn't let himself down, and finally came in handy at the critical moment.