Resurrection of spiritual energy: I am cultivating the underworld in the world of supernatural power

Looking at the man lying in a pool of blood in front of him, Zhu Yan just smiled softly, and his scarlet eyes were full of cruelty.

And yet....

Just as Zhu Yan was about to give Liu Shaoming the final blow, an abrupt male voice suddenly came out from behind him:

"Do you really think... I, the captain of the Yanjing team, am so bad?"

"!!"

The moment he heard this voice, Zhu Yan's tiger body shook suddenly.

The owner of the voice was none other than Liu Shaoming, who had been beaten to the brink of death by himself!

So, Zhu Yan turned his head with puzzlement and looked towards the source of the voice.

Zhu

Yan: (⊙ˍ⊙)

How is it possible? Aren't you beaten to death by this seat? Why are you still standing there?

Looking at the other party's stunned gaze, Liu Shaoming pointed to his 'corpse' with a smile.

Zhu Yan took advantage of the situation, but found that the 'Liu Shaoming' in front of him had turned into a red-clothed ghost-level long-tongued ghost!

Not long after, a blood-red inner pill slowly condensed in front of Zhu Yan, glowing with a little light.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Yan couldn't help but be shocked, and for a while he unconsciously took two steps back, his expression full of horror.

"It's... How is this possible? Weren't you killed by this seat?!"

On the other side, Liu Shaoming laughed and said,

"Zhu Yan, I'm afraid you're not sealed in a coffin and sealed stupidly, right?

The captain of the Yanjing City team, do you think it's so easy to deal with?"

Zhu Yan looked at Liu Shaoming, who was unscathed behind him, and then looked at the red Neidan in front of him, and suddenly fell into a stupor.

In its consciousness, Liu Shaoming should have been beaten to death by himself.

But why now... Will it suddenly turn into a red-clothed ghost?

"Human, what did you do?!" Zhu Yan turned his head angrily and looked at Liu Shaoming behind him.

"It's nothing, it's just a simple illusion!" "

Illusion?"

"That's right, Xuan-level forbidden art, [Mirror Flower Water Moon]. "

[Mirror Flowers and Water Moon]!?"

Hearing this, Zhu Yan couldn't help but be stunned.

According

to rumors, this kind of ghost is a naturally formed ghost in heaven and earth, and it belongs to the same type as greedy ghosts.

Moreover, because of its powerful illusion technique, in order to kill it back then, the ghost descenders sacrificed a total of three powerhouses at the peak of the 'Mobius' realm!

In the end, it was a guardian god of Great Xia who came forward and carried several powerhouses of the 'Mobius' realm with Xuan-level forbidden arts, so that he was barely killed!

In this way, it is enough to show how tricky this phantom ghost was at that time!

And the phantom's inner Dan skill——[ Mirror Flower Water Moon] is also an illusion skill that few opponents in the world!

Unlike Chen Feng's [Charm], [Charm] only acts on the spirit, while [Mirror Flower Water Moon] can affect everything that can affect the enemy!

Including sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, perception, etc., all will be hypnotized by [Mirror Flower Water Moon].

In other words, when Liu Shaoming unfolded the [Mirror Flower Water Moon], everything his enemies saw, heard, smelled, touched, and suffered were all likely to be fake!

But... At this moment, how could Liu Shaoming leave the other party time to think?

In the next second, a ghost-like voice echoed in Zhu Yan's ears.

"Don't think about it, just die obediently!" Before

the words fell——!,

the horizontal knife in Liu Shaoming's hand carried a chilling azure knife light, and directly pierced Zhu Yan's chest from behind!

The dark green blood stained Zhu Yan's white hair at this moment.

Drops of ink-colored blood, along the tip of the horizontal knife, dripped down the muddy ground, and slowly penetrated into it...

"Roaring ——!"

felt the pain coming from his body, Zhu Yan roared violently, then raised his fist, and was about to turn around and smash at Liu Shaoming.

However, all this is in vain.

At the moment when Zhu Yan had just turned his body, a mysterious and unpredictable force of time spread out towards the surroundings with Liu Shaoming as the center!

The next moment, Zhu Yan's movements, like a movie playing at 0.1 times the speed, were extremely slow!

After unfolding [Time Slow], Liu Shaoming pulled out the horizontal knife inserted in Zhu Yan's body.

Then with a slight touch of his feet on the ground, his whole body jumped backwards like a feather.

Looking at Zhu Yan at this moment, a penetrating wound had already appeared on his chest! Faintly

, he could even see the internal organs beating inside!

Dark green blood continued to flow out of his wound, and after wetting the surrounding hair, it gathered into a dark green pool of blood under his feet!

If it weren't for the angry flame ghost Zhu Yan's body as a Yuan Ghost, I'm afraid he would have turned into an inner pill at this moment!

"Damn, !!

." At this moment, Zhu Yan was so angry that he was about to crush his back molars.

As a primordial ghost, and it is also a primordial ghost at the peak level, it naturally knows the current situation and is very passive.

However, in addition to the [Time Slow] that controls the flow of time, the other party also has an illusion that can be called the pinnacle of the world-[Mirror Flower Water Moon].

In such a situation, even if it wanted to escape, it might not be able to do it!

At the same time, the figure in the black trench coat was already in the air at this moment.

In his hand, an azure horizontal knife was glowing with a faint cold light...

"Ranked seventy-second on the Hundred Ghost List, the peak level of Yuan Ghost Powerful Ghost, Angry Flame Ghost... That's not all.

Liu Shaoming calmly stared at the furious flame ghost who was about to go crazy below, and sneered.

"It's time, it's time to send you on your way..."

Liu Shaoming slowly spoke, and at the same time raised the azure horizontal knife in his right hand.

The next moment.

A sword full of killing intent broke through the air, carrying a fierce wind, and slashed straight towards the angry flame ghost under his feet!

After feeling the spiritual power fluctuations coming from the top of his head, Zhu Yan instinctively looked up.

And yet....

When Zhu Yan saw the god-like sword clearly, the pair of scarlet pupils suddenly contracted.

The fear of death completely lingered on the top of Zhu Yan's head at this moment, and the latter trembled unconsciously.

Are you going to die?

At this moment, Zhu Yan suddenly felt a trace of trance.

As a ghost that has been sealed by the ghost descender for a hundred years, it has just broken the seal, but it is about to usher in death.

This feeling... It's not very pleasant!After

a few seconds.

Just when Zhu Yan had given up struggling and closed his eyes and was about to die calmly, he sensed the spiritual power fluctuation above his head, and suddenly hovered in mid-air for unknown reasons!

When he opened his eyes again, he found that under the sword like the power of the gods, a little yellow duck toy actually released a black barrier like ink, intercepting it in mid-air, unable to fall a bit!