My 30 years of touching corpses in Yizhuang

After Zhou Xing fell to the ground, the members of the Infernal Corpse Sect scattered.

Seeing that these people were about to run, those ghost soldiers rushed up to stop them, and the two groups immediately fought together.

The Infernal Cultists had no living corpses, how could they be the opponents of the ghost soldiers, and they were surrounded not long after.

Lin Xiang was very contemptuous of the strength of the Infernal Corpse Cultists. After a while, the group was wiped out. Now he is the only one left, and he is a little flustered.

Ready to mess up the situation first, Lin Xiang had a thought, "Ruyi Conquering the Demon Pestle" was held in the hand of the ghost king, and it didn't move at all.

The ghost king showed his yellow teeth and smiled:

"This kind of gadget is still worse against me."

Lin Xiang indifferently reminded:

"Are you sure?"

The pure yang energy burst out, and the "Ruyi Conquering the Demon Pestle" pierced through the back of the ghost king's hand, and when he returned, he pierced the ghost soldiers surrounding the Infernal Cultists to death like candied haws.

After finishing off the ghost soldiers, the Infernal Cultist hid behind Lin Xiang in a panic, waking up in a hurry to wake up the living corpse for protection.

The ghost king raised his hand and looked at the wound caused by Lin Xiang, and a face that did not belong to him appeared on his face. This face was in pain, as if he was going through an unbearable ordeal for ordinary people.

Lin Xiang stared at the slight changes in the twigs on its body.

As that face disappeared, the wound on Ghost King's hand also healed.

"You are much better than him, are you also a Yin corpse cultist?"

"No."

Lin Xiang put the "Ruyi Subduing the Demon Pestle" back into his sleeve, and stared at the ghost king in front of him.

Immortal again?

Is there a real immortality in the world?

impossible.

Lin Xiang used his finger as a sword.

"So you're here to seek death?"

"I'm not here to seek death. I'm here to find something from Zhou Xing, save these people by the way, and I also want to go in and see the dragon."

The ghost king couldn't help laughing when he heard Lin Xiang's words, it was so ridiculous, it was extremely ridiculous.

"This is my territory, I want to go there, unless I turn into a corpse. Kill him."

Under the thick fog, a group of ghost soldiers came.

The Infernal Cultists huddled together in fright, trembling all over, looking in horror at the ghost soldiers who were getting closer to them.

The ghost king showed a playful smile.

Maybe this person has some skills, but in the face of his ghost army, can he be an opponent?

Lin Xiang didn't expect the ghost king to have thousands of ghost soldiers, and he has a rich family, but what's the use?

Stepping out, he swung his finger like a sword, and the pure yang energy erupted. Lin Xiang waved out a fiery breath, and the group of ghost soldiers in front of him disappeared in an instant.

The effect of pure yang qi against yin and evil is doubled.

The ghost king saw his subordinates being wiped out with one move, subconsciously widened his eyes, and asked incredulously:

"Who the hell are you?"

"Lin Xiang."

Obviously it doesn't know.

After the ghost soldiers disappeared, Lin Xiang turned his head, and the ghost king had already appeared in front of him.

Holding a Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, he swung it down towards Lin Xiang's head.

soon.

There was no time to avoid it.

Lin Xiang didn't intend to dodge, and pointed his finger forward.

Another fiery breath.

A hole was burned directly in the ghost king's chest.

After it howled in pain, Lin Xiang saw that its movements were slow, and immediately retreated to a safe distance.

Witnessing the King of Ghosts consuming the souls of the people to heal their wounds, Lin Xiang suddenly realized.

It turned out to be the case.

It was originally used here to catch these people.

Lin Xiang stretched the universe in his sleeve and took out the Talisman Saber.

Fly directly to the ghost king.

"Hmph! It's a mere trail."

Its wounds have recovered at this moment.

Just now, it has almost understood the strength of the person in front of it.

Although it is not weak, it has hundreds of souls that can be squandered directly, so I don't believe that it can't kill this person.

Disdainfully waved his hand and took a picture of Fu Dao.

The moment the talisman knife reached the base of the ghost king, it penetrated directly into the body, and it only felt that its soul was being divided one by one.

"You, what have you done to me?"

It screamed hoarsely.

The dark wind in the mountain stream swept half of the sky.

The talisman knife cut out the souls of hundreds of innocent people from the ghost king's body.

Chapter 111