My Female Ghost is Super Fierce

After learning about the situation, Gao Yang's eyes were already focused on Zhao Wan'er more than ten meters away.

As Liu Zhaoyun said, Zhao Wan'er's strength is obviously far above that ninth-level blood corpse.

Even after dozens of seconds passed, during the battle between the two, this **** corpse never touched Zhao Wan'er from beginning to end.

On the contrary, this ninth-level blood corpse has been hit several times in succession, and the yin qi in the body has escaped a little.

......?......0

"Roar"

It seemed that he realized that the situation could not continue. After the ninth-level blood corpse let out a roar, a corpse of blood rushed out from the body of the blood corpse.

While these blood corpses kept rushing out, the body of this ninth-level blood corpse also shriveled quickly.

After the thick corpse blood gathered from the sky and turned into blood-colored clouds, it was already rushing towards Zhao Wan'er.

In this regard, Zhao Wan'er snorted softly, and the whole body was filled with this black fire when the sleeve robe was waved.

As the figure flickered, under the protection of these ghost fires, he rushed into the cloud of blood, and then appeared on the top of the head of the ninth-level blood corpse.

After stepping down and stepping directly on the head of this ninth-level blood corpse slammed into the ground, Zhao Wan'er said indifferently, "What kind of thing are you? The person who also moves me?"

Said, while stomping on the head of this ninth-level blood corpse, black flames already appeared on the body of this ninth-level blood corpse.

As the Yin Qi in the body quickly burned and dissipated under these ghost fires, the ninth-level blood corpse, who was in extreme pain, couldn't help but want to struggle.

But no matter how he struggled, Zhao Wan'er's foot was pressing down on him like a big mountain.

You can only let those ghost fires burn your body inch by inch and then make a weak and mournful sound.

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Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty Nine

I saw with my own eyes how the ninth-level blood corpse, which I had no way to do before, was trampled on the ground by Zhao Wan'er and then let the black flames burn the body into ashes little by little.

Gao Yang couldn't help but sigh at the difference in strength that he could see in this comparison.

But I don't know why, there is a faint feeling of joy in this melancholy.

Gao Yang, who was brought up by his own mother, didn't have that much machismo.

Anyway, as long as some places prove themselves, other places don't matter.

If you find a woman whose strength is much weaker than yourself, and is nothing but a vase, it is better to be alone and leisurely.

How nice it is now.

When you encounter problems outside and bully others, your daughter-in-law can help you, and when others want to bully you, your daughter-in-law can also help you.

You can go to the hall and enter the bedroom, you can beat the junior three, and the "one six three" can beat the hooligan.

Some people say that behind every successful man is a great woman.

Other men, Gao Yang, can't control it.

But behind Gao Yang were several powerful and fierce female ghosts.

When you meet an enemy you can't handle, you don't need anyone else. The super fierce daughter-in-law in your own family will give you a crooked head and crumble your bones a little bit.

As for the strength is not as strong as his own daughter-in-law.

Gao Yang just snorted coldly.

Strong or not is divided into many aspects and occasions.

Just like now, even if Gao Yang's own strength is not as strong as several daughters-in-law.

But as a man, as long as he can make them obedient at night, that's enough.

What else do you care about?

When the ghost under his feet was completely burned by Liu Zhaoyun and not a single hair was left, Gao Yang's heart moved.

In an instant, Gao Yang had already gained 5,000 system points.

Seeing the skyrocketing system points, Gao Yang was simply overjoyed.

At present, there are fifty million experience points required for Gao Yang to enter the next floor.

In other words, 50,000 system points.

Now that the gains from the night, plus the Secret Service and Xu Zhengyang's side, Gao Yang's progress has already reached one-fifth.

Sure enough, as long as his daughter-in-law appears once every time, it means that Gao Yang can have a good harvest.

And after Gao Yang absorbed the energy of this ninth-level blood corpse, Zhao Wan'er on the side was already slowly walking towards Gao Yang with her arms on her back.

The lofty attitude in the action is fully displayed.

However, this time, seeing Zhao Wan'er slowly returning, no one of the monks around dared to continue to look up at Zhao Wan'er.

Didn't you see that the blood corpse of the ninth-level Shura level was beaten like a chicken and then destroyed?

How many other people have the courage to continue to look up at Zhao Wan'er? Are you dying?

Zhao Wan'er looked at the postures of these cultivators, and her expression did not waver at all.

As if all of this was the right thing to do.

But just when Zhao Wan'er had just returned to Gao Yang's side, before Zhao Wan'er could speak, Liu Zhaoyun, who was beside Gao Yang, glanced at the moment as if she had discovered something, and gave a soft "Huh".

Immediately afterwards, Liu Zhaoyun raised her right hand lightly, and then lifted one hand out of thin air and protruded into the air.

With a wave of ripples in front of her, Liu Zhaoyun's hand actually crossed the ripples directly.

A few seconds later, when she retracted it, Liu Zhaoyun already had a palm-sized blood-colored sword in her hand.

It's just that the blood-colored sword was still trembling constantly, who was caught by Liu Zhaoyun.

For some reason, the moment they saw this blood-colored sword, everyone around them felt extremely uncomfortable.

But it's impossible to say exactly what it feels like.

It's like a combination of instinctive fear, anxiety, or disgust, and so on. It's extremely complicated.

"Humph"