Prince,Goodbye

Since the passing of the frozen moon, she has seen many practitioners, and the number of people with high strength is not a small number.

However, there are only two that can really make her feel life-threatening.

One is the virgin of Jane Li.

The other is the ghost king in front of him.

In the most vulnerable part of life is controlled by the moment, the condensation of the moon is still in mind.

I don't know, if the ghost king and Jian Li fight, which one is more likely to win?

On one side, Xuan Hanxi saw the condensation of the moon, and was immediately enraged: "bastard, let her go!"

Throwing the samsara box into the air, xuanhanxi's hands were printed, and a lot of spiritual power was sent to the box.

With the infusion of spiritual power, the light on the samsara treasure box becomes more and more intense. Where the golden light passes, Sanskrit sounds curl up. The miasma around is like seeing something terrible, and it disappears in an instant.

Xuanhanxi did not feel complacent.

He snorted coldly, broke out to kill a move: "into reincarnation!"

With these three words falling, echoing the golden light of heavy Sanskrit, they fell again and bombarded the ghost king.

"Hum!"

The ghost King snorted coldly and gave up the condensation moon directly.

His two hands with black gloves quickly printed. In a blink of an eye, a Black Mist gathered in his palm. His scarlet eyes Shua looked at Xuan Hanxi, and his hands sent out: "annihilation!"

Black and gold two energy, in midair collide together, instantly excited out of a terrible spark.

With the collision of the two terrible energies, the whole hall began to crumble, countless dust rolled down from the roof, and the people's feet were also shaking.

However, no one paid attention to the terrible news.

The condensation moon was thrown aside by the ghost king, but it did not fall to the ground.

She rolled around in mid air and landed her feet firmly on the ground.

The dark eyes quickly look forward, the eyes swept through the two fierce confrontation energy, only to see that the golden light has a tendency to be swallowed up.

On the contrary, the black energy is more and more brave, in the blink of an eye, swallowed up a third of the golden light.

Cong Yue looks at Xuan Hanxi again. Xuan Da Shizi, who is always blatant and doesn't put everything in his eyes, is now sweating down with blue veins on his forehead.

With the strength of his peak spirit Master, it is too much to deal with a ghost king whose conservative strength is around five grades.

Seeing xuanhanxi more and more struggling, there is the possibility of defeat at any time, condensation month no longer delays time.

She reached forward with her right foot and threw the sword into the air, while her hands were stamped.

As she recited the Dharma formula in Cong Yue's mouth, the golden light became stronger and stronger on the sword above her head. Besides the golden light, a layer of dragon pattern loomed faintly.

"The Dragon sings out!"

Glittering fingers stretched out to the front. The Golden Dragon opened its mouth and roared toward the ghost king.

"A little bit of work!"

By the condensation of the moon and xuanhanxi's two magic attacks, the ghost king is a cold hum.

He took a hand back and threw a miasma attack at the Golden Dragon.

When the miasma broke out, the front part turned into a horrible face.

The grimace belongs to the eye part, flickers the palpitating red light, the light twinkles, bursts of spiritual fluctuation transmission.

Cong Yue's eyes touched the red eyes, only felt a trance of consciousness.

Fortunately, the most powerful function of xumijie left by his mother is to defend against mental attacks.

In a moment of trance, the condensation of the moon will be restored to Qingming.

At the same time, the long golden dragon and the black grimace have collided.

The results are self-evident.

Even if the ghost king is the strength of five products, but the strength of the outbreak in a hurry, there is no way to compete with the full strength of condensation month.

In the blink of an eye, the face was swallowed up by the golden dragon, leaving only a layer of light black smoke, proving that it had come to this world.

The long golden dragon crushed the black face. Although the power was consumed a little, it was still fierce. It continued to attack the ghost king.

At that time, the ghost king had melted the golden Sanskrit of xuanhanxi to only one tenth of the light left, and the rest was swallowed up by him.

Seeing that Xuan Hanxi was not enough to fear, the ghost King snorted coldly and moved his long sleeve. He threw Xuan Hanxi out of the room. Then he repeated the old trick and attacked the condensation moon.

At that time, the power of longyinjue was only about 70% or so. Cong Yue did not think that the power of the incomplete long dragon could pose any threat to the ghost king.

Between the lights, she made a judgment, abandoned the remaining long dragon power, once again gathered strength.It turns out that condensation month is right.

The power of the first dragon chant determined the residual power. There was no way to threaten the ghost king. It was easily scattered by the ghost king.

However, the ghost King obviously did not expect that the condensation moon could condense into a second golden dragon in a short time.

But after two people one after another attacks, Rao is the ghost king strength is not vulgar, but also some weak feeling.

Cong Yue was surprised to see that the second golden dragon had succeeded in the ghost king, leaving a long wound.

With the sound of the clothes burst, the ghost King snorted and quickly covered his right shoulder.

The terror power of the Golden Dragon penetrated the ghost King's right shoulder!

The black blood drops to the ground, drops to the bright and clean floor, and then it corrodes the white floor into a big hole.

Congeals the month to see a burst of panic.

"This guy is a magic weapon of attack all over his body. If we don't get rid of him as soon as possible, we'll be very passive if we don't get rid of him as soon as possible."

Condensation month always remember Xiaobai's words.

Xiaobai once said that the miasma within a hundred miles is closely related to the ghost king.

The more unhappy the ghost king was, the more violent the miasma was.

If it's been delayed for a long time, maybe even Xiaobai can't suppress miasma.

"Quick battle, quick decision!"

Xuan Hanxi also understood this.

After he stood firm, he offered the reincarnation box again.

Condensing the moon thought, directly summoned the fire of red refining.

The fire of red refining is the top flame contained in the red Lian stone.

Although the red smelting fire originated from magma, its grade and temperature are 100 times higher than that of ordinary magma.

The condensation moon is not a direct contract with it, but is controlled by controlling the spirit of red refining. Therefore, it has always been hard to control. On weekdays, it only dares to sacrifice a trace of red Lian fire to attack.

If the transfer is too much, a careless, she is likely to be eaten back.

But she didn't care.

She would rather bear the risk of being devoured by the fire of red refining than to let the soul of red refining take her body and face the weakness of the next week.

"Red fire, listen to me!"

Condensation of the palm of the moon move, a red flame, then puff, emerged in her palm a kind.

As soon as the red refining fire broke out, the temperature in the hall suddenly rose. The black miasma burning around it, like seeing something terrible, receded like the tide. In a blink of an eye, it left tens of meters of the frozen moon.

When you look at all these things, you will have more confidence when you look at the ghost King: "you ghosts should not continue to exist in this world, but fall into reincarnation and carry out new life extension, rather than continue to rely on the world to harm the world."

"Because of the difficulty in your practice, I will give you a chance to enter the samsara. As long as you give up resistance, I will wash your soul and give you a chance to be a man again. If you are stubborn, don't blame us for being cruel

"At that time, you don't have to regret it." "Ha ha..."

Hearing the words of the frozen moon, the ghost King's mouth overflowed with a string of ghostly laughter.

This laughter is like the misty wind and the yellow sand wandering between heaven and earth. It is ethereal and unreal.

I don't care.

Suddenly, the ghost king raised his head. In his scarlet eyes, two red lights burst out.

When two smears of red light reflected into the eyes of the frozen moon, it turned out to be a terrible illusion.

A terrible illusion like the Shura field.

Scarlet blood everywhere!

There were mutilated bodies everywhere.

Everywhere are the ghosts of death.

Condensation month in a rolling head, see the familiar outline, as well as strange despair.

"Dad?"

Like a time bomb was pressed the start switch, condensation month has been dead to suppress the dark mood, completely ignited.

In her dark eyes, the cold light twinkles, and finally no longer shows mercy.

"Die for me!"

There is no fancy moves, and there is no extra prefix. The condensation moon is just trying to stimulate the fire of red refining, weaving a terrible long red net with the flame, and enveloping the ghost king in it.

Surrounded by the red long net of the moment, Rao is a powerful ghost king, but also some out of measure.

Not far away, Xuan Hanxi saw the opportunity and was not idle. He broke out again with a full blow: "into samsara!"

This time, the golden light successfully hit the ghost king, shattered the ghost King's black cloak, washed away the few black miasma left around him, and revealed her pale face.The black blood trickled down, easily melted a large clean floor, issued a strange hissing sound.

When I saw that man's face, the murderous spirit in the eyes of the moon was suddenly swept away, leaving only a full of astonishment.

On one side, Xuan Hanxi's eyes widened in disbelief, and his reincarnation box fell to the ground with a slap.

He was staggering with a frightened expression: "mother Mothe