Ghost Extermination: Let You Kill the Ghost, but You Become the Ghost King

After Bai Fei saw the figure of the man, he knew one thing.

small ninja...

I...I can't seem to go back.

I haven't called you before... Where is Xiao Ren...

The silver-haired boy turned into an ice sculpture.

When it was powerless to fall to the ground, a man in a purple samurai uniform stepped out and caught the ice sculpture firmly.

The man with long black hair raised his head, his six eyes were terrifying, and his red eyes and golden pupils almost covered his entire face.

He didn't even look at the pitiful Tong Mo, and said coldly, "You almost killed yourself."

Black Death Mou is very aware of Tong Mo's strength. If Tong Mo has enough time to summon dozens of Icemen, he will feel a headache even when the fire is full.

Only a large-scale long-range attack can suppress Tongmo.

To put it mildly, if Tong Mo could let go of his playful attitude, he would never have imagined the possibility of death.

"That guy's single attack is too exaggerated," Tong Mo scratched his head, the blood on it was very eye-catching, "and the final speed has inexplicably increased a lot, I am also helpless..."

He folded his hands and then suddenly separated, indicating that it was such a big part.

But Black Death Mou had many eyes, but he didn't even look at him. All he saw was the ice sculpture on his hand.

"By the way, why are you here?" Tong Mo didn't care about Hei Dead Mou's attitude, he was used to it and asked with interest.

This man with a detached status, almost on an equal footing with the Ghost King Wu Mian.

The first of the twelve ghost moons, the first string, the black death!

It is an iron rule that the winding strings never meet in private.So Tong Mo was curious about why Black Death Mou appeared in time.

As for whether he will die or not, to be honest, he is the one who doesn't care the most.

dead... just die,

Thinking of this, Tong Mo's face was still smiling as always.

"I happened to be in Infinite City." Hei Death Mou said lightly.

"So what? You specially sent over to save me?" Tong Mo asked in surprise.

Bang!

Hei Death Mou raised his knife and dropped his knife, and Tong Mo's smiling head fell to the ground.

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"I haven't seen you for a long time, Lord Black Death Mou's knife is fast again." Tong Mo picked up his head on the ground with a smile, patted the frozen filth on it with his hand, and then put it back firmly on his own. neck.

Tong Mo found that he had turned his head upside down, two pale hands pressed his head, and he turned around abruptly, and the figure of Black Death Mou appeared again in his field of vision.

He looked at the knife in Black Death Mou's hand.

[Evil crying gods gone] The body of the blade is blood red, both the blade body and the blade are the color of flesh and blood, with golden eyes and red pupils, which are the same as those of Hei Dead Mou.

It's no coincidence that Hei Death Mou came here. Before Tong Mo and Bai Fei fought, he happened to be drinking tea with a "woman" in Infinite City.

The woman sitting opposite Hei Dead Mou had a delicate and flawless face, with blood-red eyes.

She was wearing a long black kimono with pink embroidered flowers, which was unexpectedly appropriate.

The two of them knelt on both sides of the wooden table. The long-haired man in the purple floral warrior uniform pushed a cup of tea in front of the woman and nodded slightly, "Please, Mr. Wu Miserable!"

The woman who was called a miserable, stretched out her slender orchid fingers, picked up the cup, and tasted it carefully.

Although Wu Mian likes alcohol, the feeling of being slightly drunk is particularly fascinated, but Hei Death Mou never drinks, so Wu Mian respects him.

Moreover, Hei Shi Mu was also from a big family back then, and his taste in tea was impeccable, so women just let it go.

The woman's delicate face showed a stunned look, her small mouth opened slightly, and there was still water stains from the tea on it.

Although Hei Dead Mou saw it, he didn't ask much. He knew that if Wu Mian wanted to tell him, he would naturally say it.

as predicted.

The woman stretched out her pink tongue, licked the tea at the corner of her mouth, and said to Heisha Mou's eyes with deep meaning, "The breath of the sun...appeared..."

Judging from the appearance of Hei Dead Mou, he didn't have any major emotional fluctuations, but the water in the teacup stopped in mid-air rippled in his hands.

He is not as calm as he looks.

The breathing of the sun, that is his younger brother's breathing method, which unexpectedly appeared 400 years later. "What do you mean, my lord?"

The woman didn't speak, just quietly watched the news and pictures passed from Tong Mo's body blood.

As the battle time went on, the irritable bloody aura on the silver-haired boy was very charming, especially the blood-colored eyes like glass, which made her very happy.

What made her calm down the most was the attack of the boy Sun's Breath, which was very swift and violent, but it was far less terrifying than the man who questioned him 400 years ago.

"To be honest, I'm also very interested in the swordsman of the breath of the sun," the woman raised her eyes slightly, and looked at the warrior opposite her with a blurred look, and said softly.

"Black Death Mou, it's been boring for hundreds of years, I can understand your mood, so...

You go and bring him back. "

Hei Dead Mou lowered his head slightly and said lightly, "As you wish."

The woman slowly stretched out her hand and drew out Hei Dead Mou's sword, which was the [Evil Crying God Go].

Black Death Mou didn't stop him, so the woman's movements were easy.

She covered the blade of the sword, and without restraint, just gently cut open the woman's delicate skin, and a lot of bright red blood flowed down the blade.

The blade is fed in between breaths.

"Go and turn him into a ghost with Tong Mo and bring him back."

The woman said expectantly, and at the same time passed a picture in Hei Dead Mou's mind.

That is the method of forced transformation...and...as the permission of the ghost king.

Without her permission, even if there is a lot of blood and the combination of Shang Xian Yi and Yi, the transformation is impossible.

Although the time of 1000 years is very boring, [he] has played many roles, and he is also very curious about the breath of the sun.

But in the situation where the young swordsman hadn't been completely transformed into a ghost, she still didn't want to... nor did she want to see him.

"Naruto, send Your Excellency the Black Death Mou a ride!"

The woman undid the seal on Naruto's ears, and her emotionless voice reached Naruto's ears.

"Yes! Lord Wumis." Mingnu bowed respectfully and said.

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"Your lord's news has been passed on to you." Hei Dead Mou gently placed the ice sculpture on the ground.

Looking at the silver-haired boy, the old figure appeared in his mind.

He gently stroked the ice sculpture as if he was recalling something.

"Yes, I received the picture of your lord." Tong Mo said with a smile. "I really deserve to be the best employee of the adults. I have to do such important things, so is it the meaning of the adults to save me?"

Forced conversion is very difficult.

Tong Mo's ice crystal blood ghost technique is indeed a good hand at binding and imprisoning human beings, and there is nothing wrong with that.

And Black Death Mou, as a partner of Wuxian, also deeply trusts Wuxian.

It would be perfect for the two of them to complete this step.

Black Death Mou ignored him.

Tong Mo wasn't embarrassed, or he didn't feel embarrassed either.He stretched his hand over the ice sculpture, and blood began to spill from where he touched.

Huge light blue ice crystals were dyed a touch of red, and they continued to deepen.

He controlled the blood attack to the boy's heart.

Tong Mo's head turned 180 degrees, "It's up to you next, Your Excellency Hei Si Mou."

Hei Dead Mou took out the [Evil Crying God], and suddenly plunged into the head of the young man in the ice crystal.

The blood of countless ghost kings flowed down the blade into the depths of the silver-haired boy's mind.

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Bai Fei swept across the purple moon blade, and after feeling another powerful breath, she knew that she was finished.

He was unable to change direction in the air, and could only take this blow abruptly.

He never thought that he would see Black Death Mou,

Can't we meet privately between the strings...

With regret and doubt, Bai Fei was frozen into a huge ice sculpture.

The feeling of freezing to the bone quickly disappeared, and in exchange for it was a deep numbness of the limbs.

After the six water lily bodhisattvas strengthened the blood ghost technique, the exhausted Bai Fei almost froze to death.

And in the ice sculpture, it is impossible to use the breathing method to protect herself, and Bai Fei quickly lost consciousness in the numbness.

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In the dark space of the mind, time... loses its conception.

A petite boy with silver hair was lying on the ground, he looked about 14 years old.

He opened his eyes and muttered to himself, "This dark place, no matter how you think about it, it can't be heaven."

He looked around, the dark world, Liao boundless.

But what he was thinking of was a young girl with a long and narrow sword, with red lips and white teeth, and clear eyes and clear eyebrows.

The purple crystal eyes are often charming and cute, and when he smiles, a faint blush appears on his face, and the snow-white teeth are also exposed from the ruddy mouth.

Like a butterfly in the morning dew, fennel through the wind, one day is as charming as one day.

He glanced at his severed arm and sighed deeply.

I remembered the conversation I had with the girl before my death,