Ling Tiansu's speed did not decrease at all, and he rushed towards the opposite direction of Wu Ying's place.

The giant ghost's body shook violently, and the fists pressing against Wu Ying and the giant pit actually felt a little loose.

The giant ghost roared angrily, grabbed his waist with his other hand, and shook his palms to the darkness, and he also wanted to pull away the thunder wrapped around his waist.

Ling Tiansu snorted coldly, both of which were Lei Shuang and not ordinary thunder.

Lei Shuang, as its name suggests, is an ancient divine thunder, and it naturally contains more than just a property of Lei Yuan.

The palm of his left hand spread out, and the exquisite and short Winter Knife fell steadily on his palm.

The bitter and thick frost and cold meaning merged with the short sword, and soon a sword intent that was extremely cold and frost was condensed.

Ling Tiansu slashed with a backhand, and the sword fell on the thunder on the giant ghost's waist, and formed a complementary force in an instant.

The giant ghost's palm was frozen tightly with the golden thunder on his waist under the heavy frost.

Ling Tiansu flipped his knife and ran away again.

The master and Taoist saw this scene in a real way, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

The blue blood sword in his hand left his palm. Under the control of his thoughts, the blue blood sword broke out from the wind, and turned into a straight sword light with the sword, cruelly stabbed the other arm of the Demon God behind him.

The body of the demon god is so huge that just one arm is like a lying hill.

If we know each other, the blue blood sword is like an insignificant female embroidery needle.

But it was this sword that was as thin as an embroidered needle that made the appearance of the demon god burst into a painful wail.

The arm, which was stabbed by the sword, veins swelled up and he grabbed it hard again!

The white ghost and god head in his hand exploded into countless pieces.

The earth once again cracked a hundred miles long, and stones fell into the crack.

In the crack, an extremely scorching and evil aura came, and another headless ghost seemed to crawl out of the abyss of hell.

This ghost is not as huge as the first giant ghost, but his speed is extremely fast and his arms are extremely long, like a ghost's arm, extending infinitely. It actually held Ling Tiansu, who slowly pulled the giant ghost's body in the sky, and held it hard in his palm!

Ling Tiansu couldn't react in time, and only felt his vision suddenly turn black, and an extremely hot breath came from his body, which was already hardly grasped.

The ghosts and gods crawled out of the crack in the ground, lying on the ground with three limbs, and one limb tightly held Ling Tiansu in his palm.

His legs were extremely short, like an enlarged dwarf, but his arms were extremely long, more than ten times longer than his entire body.

The other arm was supported on the ground and kicked hard with his short and thick legs.

It rushed into the sky like an arrow from the string.

Ling Tiansu's entire body was wrapped in this scorching and evil palm.

He could not hear the outside world's wind and all the sounds, but he could feel himself rising rapidly, and the golden thunder that was closely connected to his feet also lost contact.

The golden thunder frost has no support from the source of power, so it doesn’t require the giant ghost to exert force and disperse itself.

The giant ghost had no head, and I don’t know where he was from his body, so he let out a low growl.

The fist that crushed Wu Ying's body was crushing the pit again without being affected by the outside world.

The huge pit, which was already extremely deep, collapsed wildly again.

The national master Tianming pinched his eyebrows tiredly, trying to pinch the ever-scattering hideous vertical marks.

Although I know this is just a useless task, I can at least ask for some psychological comfort.

He has not had much time, and he must deal with the two of them very quickly and then throw them into the seal barrier.

With the help of his compatriots, he could hold on for a while to capture the female disciple of the Hehuan Sect who had planted the ghost wolf mark by him, bombard her soul and then peel off her skin and replace it.

Since he is the physical body of the Star Lord, he is naturally qualified to carry his soul.

In this way, he can unrestrainedly disrupt the general trend in this world, add war and firewood to smooth the road for the next day of the Underworld clan!

By then, he will be the first person of the Nether Clan in the ages, and the hero who took hundreds of millions of compatriots away from the Nine Nether Cold Bone Land. Who dares to question his identity?

Thinking of the distant and beautiful future, a longing smile appeared on the cold face of the national teacher Tianming.

However, the smile appeared on him for a short moment and was restrained by him.

If you want to achieve the great way, now, you must first solve the two people in front of you.

He could even vaguely smell the corpse smell emitted from inside his body.

There is also the fishy smell of the ghost baby poison in the body spreading rapidly.

If these two people are allowed to develop, even if they have absolute suppression, he will still become more and more dangerous.

The national master Tianming couldn't help but sigh.

Time...

The Nether Clan, who had an endless lifespan, became the most luxurious thing when he arrived here.

Looking at the other side with a calm gaze, one was about to be brought to the sky by ghosts and gods, and the other was constantly sinking into the earth inch by inch.

The giant ghost's fist was still releasing this powerful force. The earth outside the huge pit he smashed out was affected by this force and directly collapsed into countless blocks.

The water spring deep in the ground was directly squeezed by this huge force into dozens of water columns soaring into the sky.

A roar continued to be heard from the giant ghost's body, and suddenly... his voice came to an abrupt end!

He was shocked all over, and his fist could no longer sink into the ground with his body.

A muffled sound came from his fist, and then the huge, headless body as strong as a mountain, shocked less than a moment...

The huge body ejected directly from the ground and flew backwards into the sky.

Wu Ying raised his fist and stood up from the pit with indifferent expression.

His face was covered with blood, and scarlet liquid was flowing on his pale cheeks.

A black suit was already soaked by the blood gushing out of the wounds on his shoulders and arms.

As he walked, blood beads dripped from his clothes and penetrated into the shattered earth beneath him.

The national teacher Tianming's eyes were incredibly wide open, and his body became stiff involuntarily.

Wu Ying curled her lips, her eyes as cold as frost.

He raised his hand and wiped the blood that kept coming out of the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, but who knew that the more he wiped, the more his chin dyed red.

He simply lowered his arms and let the blood flow.

He looked indifferently at the ghost who turned into a little in the sky and held Ling Tiansu, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Soon he calmly withdrew his gaze, then raised his head and looked at the giant ghost above his head who was shocked by his punch but now had a falling momentum.

Wu Ying's eyes shone and stabbed people like a blade. He jumped to a place higher than that of the ghosts and gods.

Then adjust your body posture in the air, tilt downward, and punch out again!

The giant ghost was headless and naturally had no eyes, but he could feel Wu Ying's attack.

With a roar, he punched his fist.

Wu Ying's blood-stained black robe was shivering. Under the terrifying fist wind, all the night wind and dark clouds in the sky behind him were shaken away.

He looked at the fist that was waving towards him, and showed a disdainful sneer, his fist straight downward.

A big fist hit the scene.

With each of them as the center, a sweeping wave of air burst out in the distant sky.

The giant ghost wailed, and the burst of fried beans made from its thick arms.

The muscles on his arm were as if they were untied from the inside, and they burst into countless blood clots.

The huge body was actually no match for the opponent's punch, and fell to the earth miserably.

And above the huge body as big as a mountain, the thin young figure followed closely.

He pressed his fist against the fist and his body turned into a black straight line, slamming him hard on the ground.

This time, the big hole was hit more than ten times bigger than the one just now.

Wu Ying half-squatted on the giant ghost's body, pressing his fist tightly against his soft fist.

No matter how the giant ghost struggles, he cannot get up.

The blood on Wu Ying's face was dry but was quickly wet and stained by the newly dripping blood.

The blood beads dripped along his sharp chin on the black collar, and were quickly absorbed and penetrated by the black collar.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the headless ghost under him.

Suddenly, he laughed.

"Look at what I found. Isn't this the main hall ghost and god in one of the sixteen ghosts and gods temples of Yinzhushi? Why did it fall into your hands?"

There was a deep smile on his face, and his dark eyes were deep emotions that could not be understood.

However, at this moment, the face of his face was deeper than that of him... it was the national teacher Tianming.

He had already stood up from the ground, stared at Wu Ying with his eyes heavy, and asked, "Why do you know so well about the Yin Realm?"
To be continued...