In the dark sky, a red light lit up, and the flames dyed the dark clouds red.

A tall Yin God appeared above.

The magic body is as indigo as lacquer, wearing a big red robe and a red flame on his head falls down.

boom!

Thousands of strange beasts were wiped out on the spot.

This Yin God is the Yin God Dharma body of Zhugui King.

From a distance, it looks like a candle.

A scar spreads from the right shoulder to the abdomen.

Countless thunder flashed in the wound, constantly destroying its foundation and magic body.

He invaded the wound all the time, and in just a few hours, he almost exhausted all his mana.

The king's consciousness gradually became blurred.

suddenly.

There was a faint light of fire in the depths of the desert.

When the Candle Ghost King saw the fire, he seemed to return to the temple to celebrate the moment.

This was also the fire that attracted him back then.

He stole the divine objects worshipped by people from all clans and entered the world of cultivation.

Greed burned in his heart like fire, and the King of Cannon could no longer suppress it. He walked forward step by step, ignored the investigation and walked straight over.

As we got closer, the flames condensed into the appearance of an eleven or twelve-year-old woman with agile eyes.

"It's her, it's her."

Although he looked younger, the Zhugui King still recognized him.

Once upon a time he was so young.

That figure was the existence I looked up to, and now the two of them are going to merge together forever.

"My temple blessing!"

boom!

The eight-star union sword ball spread out from the soil, and there were also bronze spears and white bone robber needles.

And that great liberation wheel that looks shocking.

It turned out that he fell into the other party's trap without knowing it.

The Candle Ghost King regrets it.

Many spells and wick flames fell on the Dao base body.

The Candle Ghost King is no longer the middle stage of Daoji.

It's not fatal to him, and the power of the Great Liberation Wheel will not cause death

What is terrible is that it triggered the thunder sword intent at the wound.

Thunder sword energy swallowed the whole body.

Lu Qian appeared in front of him.

Maybe he was afraid that the Zhugui King would fight back before his death, so he was a little far away.

"So you knew it a long time ago." Zhu Guiwang smiled helplessly.

When a person is about to die, his words are good.

His current demeanor is a bit as extraordinary as when he first met.

Instead of the little fire-stolen thief full of anger.

"Little thief, I'll wait for you for a long time." Yan Zhongxian stepped forward.

"Haha, I'll wait for you for a long time!"

The King of Zhugui laughed: "If I do it again, I will steal it again. What is the meaning of living in the Yin soil? Only immortality is the foundation."

He has the capital of pride.

The ghost clan that can practice has been created, no longer hides like before, and is always guarding against demons and grabs them to practice.

"What a pity, it would be better to give me some more time."

Thunder devoured the candle ghost king's magic body.

Lu Qian was still worried and used the Great Liberation Wheel torture it hard before breathing a sigh of relief.

The Candle Ghost King was wiped out, leaving a small lamp without a wick in place.

"Dingzhang is finally back." Lu Qian looked at Yan Zhongxian.

The fairy in the flames smiled into a crescent moon, and suddenly turned into a flame, wrapping up the dim lamp.

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Chapter completed!