"How is that possible?"

He Dong's eyes were filled with shock, and he wanted to move his body, but he found that he was as if he was frozen there.

There is no movement at all.

And the people around him were completely shocked at this moment.

What's the situation?

The eldest young man from the Ghost Sect was so easy to be bound?

It was simply shocking everyone.

"Uncle San, it seems that you have made some mistakes."

Miss Lu looked at the situation in the venue with great enthusiasm and couldn't help but smile.

"Is that right?" But Lu Laosan showed a look of confidence on his face and said confidently:

"He Dong has not shown his strength yet. Then Lin Xiaotian must have the strength to make his name in the Chinese martial arts world. This spiritual attack is useless to him, and it is normal.

But when the cloud roaring flute is used, he will be invincible. If you don’t believe it, just walk and see.”

Buzz!

Just as Lu Laosan finished speaking, a shock sounded suddenly in the field.

A gloomy breath surged out from the flute held by He Dong's hand and penetrated into his body.

Click!

The body that was suspended in the air and controlled by Lin Xiaotian also fell down.

The latter twisted his neck, with a green blue light in his eyes, looking at Lin Xiaotian with a gloomy look.

"You really angered me."

"Are you under the divine realm?"

Lin Xiaotian's eyes narrowed instantly.

A sharp gaze burst out from that eye and landed on the flute in his hand.

"If I guess correctly the power in this piccolo will reduce the yin energy of those dead people, right?"

"So what?" He Dong sneered.

"This Yunxiaodi is a magic weapon that has been passed down for thousands of years in my Ghost Sect clan. There are countless powerful people in the divine realm who have died in its hands. It is more than enough to kill you. Death in my hands is also the right one to be the title of genius in the capital."

After saying that, He Dong suddenly waved his palm.

A black aura gushed out.

A palm that is like substance is formed instantly.

The essence of internal strength has exceeded the ordinary transformation of Qi, which means that his current strength is indeed under the divine realm.

Not to mention the divine realm, at least it surpasses the Grandmaster.

Lin Xiaotian tried to stretch out his palm to block it, and tried to use the power of space to block it.

But Lin Xiaotian was disappointed. This power was not brute force.

It's more like an attack of mental power.

The power of space is ineffective and cannot be stopped.

The black handprints fell on Lin Xiaotian's palms that touched each other.

boom!

A dull sound came out, and the black handprints immediately turned into a black breath, and rushed into Lin Xiaotian's palm.

The black aura, like a maggot climbing, instantly turned into black silk threads and evaporated.

A black flame formed on his body, which was very strange.

In the distance, everyone was gasping for air conditioning when they looked at this scene.

It's simply too weird.

"This ghost fire will burn your soul and then burn your vitality. In less than three minutes, you will become a walking zombie."

Looking at Lin Xiaotian, who was shrouded in black flames, He Dong's eyes showed a cold smile.

"Is that true?"

But Lin Xiaotian couldn't help but smile, and then his body suddenly shook.

A fiery red force suddenly burst out from his body.

This fiery red power rose instantly like a terrifying geese.

With this power gushing out, it seemed as if there was a dragon roar, soaring into the sky.

Wow!

And the red power just poured out and instantly swallowed the black flame on the surface of the body.

"What's this?"

Looking at this scene, He Dong was simply shocked.

I never expected that Lin Xiaotian would have such pure yang power.

"The tricks of carving insects are too shameful, so what's the point."

Lin Xiaotian sneered.

But I was already alert in my heart.

The move just now was some of the power he gained by absorbing the inner alchemy of the fake dragon. The fake dragon was originally the level of a master. It was only one step away from being able to transform into a powerful person in the divine realm.

Maybe it can also be comparable to the monsters in the Dark River, but it was finally slaughtered by himself.

Although it has not yet been formed, it has all the power it should have.

But at this time the limit was that if He Dong's Yin Spirit Flame was a little stronger, the power of the fake dragon would be overwhelmed.

"I really didn't expect it." He Dong said slowly, with a gloomy look surged in his eyes.

"I originally thought of a quick battle, but you are really perfect. Just the master's cultivation level can have such means. Since that's the case, let you see the true power of my Ghost Sect Treasure."

After saying that, He Dong picked up the piccolo, put it beside his mouth, took a deep breath, and slowly started blowing.

Just a sound.

Buzz!

With just a sound, an endless black aura suddenly surged out of the flute, like black fog, instantly covering a radius of 500 meters.

Seeing this, Lin Xiaotian's face suddenly darkened.

“Is this the field?”

When he was in the capital, Dagou and the others helped him use the formation to create a domain ability that only a powerful man in the divine realm had, blocking the attack of the Yang family ancestor.

The people around him were shocked when they looked at the black fog that suddenly appeared in front of them.

"What's this?"

People who have never seen the world have a look of astonishment in their eyes.

“Is this the field?”

But the big bosses of those forces all frowned, obviously knowing the origin of this method.

"This son will definitely die."

Lu Laosan also took a deep breath.

"I didn't expect that He Dong could actually use Yun Xiaodi to use such ability. Although he was using external forces, he was afraid that his strength had reached the divine realm. No wonder the old guy from the Ghost Sect was willing to pass on the Ghost Sect to him.

At this age, he would have the means of the divine realm, and give him ten, fifty, or one hundred years. Perhaps he would have the hope of moving forward in a more mysterious state. Maybe he could touch the family realm that the ancestor had never touched."

Thinking of this, Lu Laosan couldn't help but feel shocked.

He Dong is really a bit in a position in Shuzhou.

If he is given a chance, perhaps China will have the limelight of this person.

Maybe he is weak, the genius in the capital, and Mr. Lin from Jiuzhou, will not belong to the boy named Lin.

Lin Xiaotian is located in the center of the black fog. He could feel countless wailing sounds in his ears, rushing straight to his soul.

These forces attack their own heart and soul and break through their own psychological defense.

"A thousand years ago, the ancestor Yunxiao cast this flute with thousands of undead souls. In the past thousand years, I don't know how many ghost breaths of dead souls have been absorbed. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a magical weapon.

Although I have limited strength, I can control one hundred of the undeads.

Even if a strong man in the divine realm is once again, he will be exhausted, let alone you?

Today, I will kill the genius.

Lin Xiaotian, you are ready!"

A sonorous and cold look sounded in the black fog.

As soon as the words fell, the black mist began to wriggle, and wisps of breath gathered in front of Lin Xiaotian's eyes.

It formed a huge contour of a head, opened its mouth, and vomited a cold breath towards Lin Xiaotian, as if talking to Lin Xiaotian.

Very strange.

"The evil way is difficult to form a great way, and the heaven and earth are difficult to tolerate.

Today, I will do my best to heaven.”

Lin Xiaotian stood proudly and snorted coldly.

A strange look surged in the dark eyes.
Chapter completed!