Vol 2 Chapter 1270: God king, ghost and god, war
"Your Excellency is too much," Youdu Ghost King said with an embarrassed expression.
"Could it be a grudge with my ghost clan."
"Gratitude? Everyone in this world is not pleasing to my eyes. If you die, you will be clean," the Evil Demon King said lightly.
"But in front of me, I just want to kill him, and everyone else will get out."
"We don't care who you kill, but disrespect to my ghost clan, no matter who you are, it won't help," Youdu Ghost King snorted coldly.
But his voice fell, and another evil cloud fell from the void.
The ghost king of Youdu raised his hands up to the sky, and the impression of Youdu appeared above his head, colliding with the evil cloud.
But obviously, the power of Evil Cloud was unexpected.
How could the great emperor be able to contend with the power of the good fortune realm.
With another "boom", Youdu Ghost King fell from the void like a cannonball.
The earth trembled and the dust was flying, and Ghost King Youdu struggled to stand up.
His body was trembling slightly, and he could see that the strength of the opponent frightened him.
"Ten thousand ghosts, set it up," Youdu Ghost King said quickly.
In the next moment, hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers and ghosts will gather, and the originally scattered formations are uniform.
Countless ghosts will take the lead and run around the entire ruins. When the ghost tribe army spreads out, it is particularly powerful.
The mighty condensed soaring aura shone through the sky.
"Children's stuff," the Demon King sneered and shook his head.
The blood-colored river in his hand was rushing, and the magnificent blood river was surging surgingly.
The **** river shuttled past, and any ghost clan encountered would instantly decompose and melt in it.
However, the ghost tribe army is obviously not afraid of death, even if countless people are melted, they will come up in an instant.
"The formation is complete," the Sixteen Ghost Kings shouted together while sitting in sixteen positions.
Countless ghost tribes are also sitting cross-legged, and Xu Zimo is filled with a strong gloom.
"Here is the ghost," Youdu Ghost King waved his hand, these evil auras surrounded the Evil Demon King.
This force actually wanted to pull out the ghost in the evil demon king.
You must know that Yin and Yang souls are the foundation of the human body, and unless a person dies, they will not be separated.
And this ghost clan comes from the Nether realm, and the tricks they learn, the abnormal ghosts, are all related to the Yin and Yang souls.
With the pull of Yin Qi, the evil spirit of the evil demon king was being separated from his body little by little.
A strong sense of pain came, but the Evil Demon King just frowned, without even making a cry.
"Interesting," he muttered to himself.
Then he waved his right hand and chuckled softly: "The evil wheel of good fortune."
A round of crimson gears like jagged teeth descended from the sky, carrying the power of endless good fortune.
Just like reaping ants, just a slight turn of the gear will wipe out more than half of the ghost race.
There was a heavy rain of blood and blood in the sky, and the scene was so tragic that it made people nauseous and nauseous.
Without the support of the ghost army, the formation would naturally break without attack.
The sixteen ghost kings were like lambs to be slaughtered, watching the gears of good fortune spinning again.
The sight seems to be fixed on that one.
"The life and death of the ghost clan is determined by the ghost clan," an old voice suddenly sounded.
"Your Excellency has committed a heinous crime by arbitrarily killing my ghost army."
Just like this, the withered big hand stretched out from the void, abruptly grabbing the gear of good fortune from the attack.
"Give it back to you," the gear of good fortune was thrown by a big hand, shattering the void around the Evil Demon King.
The gear just stopped, floating in the hands of the evil demon king.
The Evil King raised his brows, looked forward, and smiled: "Yo, something interesting has come."
In front of the line of sight, an old man wearing Rukawa's yellow spring robe stood in the void.
The robe is made of yellow spring water.
The old man's eagle-eyed nose hooked his nose, his eyes were pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.
Black hair from temples was scattered on the top of his head.
Around his neck, there is a horn-shaped horn hung with countless skulls.
His appearance is not eye-catching, but the aura around him makes him the most eye-catching no matter where he goes.
The bitter cold wind blew Huangquan robe.
It is as if the water from the yellow spring is flowing by the ear, and countless other shore flowers are blooming in the sky.
"Master Ghost,"
"Lord Ghosts, it's us," countless ghost tribes worshipped.
Everyone knows what the term ghost and **** means.
He was sent by the Netherworld to be responsible here, the strongest existence of the ghost race, and the absolute master here.
Once upon a time, the entire Ghost God Realm ruled under its hands for countless years.
"The evil spirit in you is related to my Netherworld," the ghost said softly, looking at the evil demon king.
"Netherworld is indeed amazing, but it's far from recruiting this king," the Evil Demon King replied coldly.
As if in his eyes, people in this world are nothing but this.
"Recruitment is hard to talk about. You offend my ghost clan. In any case, you have to pay a price."
The ghost said lightly.
His gaze crossed the Evil Demon King, looked at the sky behind him, and smiled: "God King, don't you plan to show up yet."
The fall of the word God King caused an uproar in the court.
As ghosts and gods are the masters of the ghost tribe, the **** king is no exception.
It is the ruler of the Protoss here.
There was a burst of laughter, and only saw a middle-aged man wearing a golden dragon robe, angrily striding out.
The whole body of the middle-aged man, there is a powerful divine power spreading out in the vast and vast expanse.
A steady stream, squeezing the void around.
He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, his eyes are like torches, behind him is a mighty sword.
When Long Xinghu stepped on, a golden auspicious cloud turned into righteousness of heaven and earth, rolling away from behind him.
"Ghosts, this is the matter of the two of you, why bother to implicate me?" God King smiled.
"Don't let you come out, do you want you to take advantage of it?" the ghost said lightly.
"It's not me who reaps the profit, but someone else," the king of God shook his head and replied.
"Don't forget, in this Ghost God Realm, although our two clans cannot deal with each other, we still have common enemies."
The words of the **** king are a reminder.
There is also a force in the Ghost God Realm that shocks them ~www.readwn.com~Nine Mountain Ghosts, and the big boss behind the Doomsday.
"Where is the win hook?" The ghost frowned and shouted.
As one of the nine mountain ghosts, Yinggou is responsible for guarding the Nether Mountain and connecting with the gods and ghosts.
His words fell, and the figure of Yinggou appeared beside him.
He smiled and looked at everyone present.
"It seems that you have been observing in secret for a long time," the ghost said with a cold snort.
"I don't know what the ghosts and gods do?" Ying asked with a smile.
"What do you nine mountain ghosts say?" the ghost asked.
"I don't understand what you mean," Yinggou replied, shaking his head.
