552 The Ghost Lord fled

The Ghost Lord was about to tear open the light cover of the ship to rush into the treasure ship, chasing Ye Qin. However, a majestic roar in the sky, and a domineering and powerful aura of a Nascent Soul monk, shot down from the sky and approached rapidly.

This breath that swept everything can only be possessed by the peak monks in the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

Who else can be there besides the Holy Emperor?

The Ghost Lord couldn't help but look back and saw the scene where the two-headed ghost vulture was blown away by the Holy Emperor's punch. This scene made it unable to help its black pupils shrink and take a breath of air conditioning. Even if it was it, it would not be possible to clean up the two-headed ghost vulture so easily.

It was so upset that it knew that it had already pursued Ye Qin. The reputation of the Holy Emperor was indeed as powerful as the legendary legend, and it had to fight immediately. It would not be time to kill Ye Qin and regain the lotus seeds of the Beiming Ice Lotus.

"Gaga~!......If that's the case, then let me get to the end! Let me learn about the great magical powers and magic of senior Saint Emperor! In the East China Sea Immortal Cultivation World, not everyone has this strength and opportunity to fight with the Holy Emperor who was famous in the East China Sea thousands of years ago!"

The Lord of the Wild Spirit Ghost's eyes showed fierce light, and he was not the one who swallowed his anger.

The accumulated anger all surged into its heart at this time. The East China Sea monks attacked the deserted ghost island that it had worked hard for hundreds of years, which was a very humiliating thing. Don’t think that it was a ghost monk, just a soft persimmon, and you can pinch it if you want.

A sudden fighting spirit soared into the sky.

The Lord of the Desolate Spirit immediately threw down the treasure ship and turned into a stream of black flames, shooting into the sky, facing the golden streaming phantom transformed by the Holy Emperor.

"Devil Crying Bone Sword!"

"Wolf howling skull!"

The ghost master let out a loud shout, raised his sleeves and shot out two small magical ghost weapons. At the same time, it took out a large ball of Nether Flame from its chest cavity, turning into lotus-shaped Nether Flame, and ejected out of its ten claws.

The two small magical ghost weapons, carrying a large amount of surging ghost energy, burst out, and instantly rose by more than a hundred feet.

The Devil Crying Bone Sword, the huge white sword, was covered with countless holes that were edible by the sharp souls. Each hole had a face of the sharp soul who was crying unjustly, which was distorted and terrifying. The ghost energy surged out of these holes.

Under the full force of the ghost master, the Devil's Cry Bone Sword rose into the sky and shot out quickly. Countless sharp souls roared, making "woof" sobbing sounds that were sometimes far, sometimes close, sometimes big and sometimes small, and thousands of ghosts cried together, which was breathtaking.

As soon as the small magical ghost weapon of the Devil Cry White Bone Sword came out, the bleak wind gushed for dozens of miles, and it suddenly looked like a gloomy ghost creature.

Even some late-stage cultivators in the Golden Pill stage, who were touched by this strange and terrifying Devil Cry, looked scared and their combat power dropped sharply. They were even unable to fight with the Ghost Cultivator. Fortunately, there were still many Nascent Soul Cultivators present to support the scene so that the Golden Pill Cultivators would not collapse.

Another small magical ghost weapon, "Wolf Howling Skull", was made up of a demon wolf's skull. I saw this huge wolf-headed skull with strange dark runes engraved on its white bones. In the two bottomless holes of the eye, there were tragic green flames, which were extremely terrifying.

"Aowoo!"

The skull of the wolf howling was immediately alive under the urging of the ghost master. The runes on the wolf-headed skeleton flashed with a faint green light, reflecting dozens of feet away. The shrill and proud wolf howling opened and closed with a huge terrifying mouth, and the Pilgrimage Emperor bit him.

These two small magical ghost weapons are a set of ghost weapons called "Devil Crying Wolf Howling". When the two are combined, their power will greatly increase.

Moreover, there are also mysterious Nether Flames on these two ghost tools.

Each Nether Flame is enough to burn a Nascent Soul monk to ashes.

"So what about the Holy Emperor! I will fight you today!"

The ghost master's eyes were fierce and expressionless. Once he took action, he would be a fatal attack.

"Haha! What a ghost master, who actually has the thirteenth-grade Nether Flame from Xiyou Continent, does have the capital of arrogance. He has the qualification to dominate the Immortal Cultivation World in the East China Sea. Even the sect leader of the Heavenly Dao Alliance and the giant of the Heavenly Demon Alliance may not be willing to provoke you! Unfortunately, in front of me, you do not have the capital of arrogance. See if you, Nether Flame, have the ability to destroy my 'Emperor Holy Body' great magical powers!"

The Holy Emperor's eyes turned cold and he recognized the origin of the Nether Flame at a glance.

But he was not afraid at all and had no intention of avoiding it.

The two small magical ghost weapons came fiercely, with the terrifying Black Lotus Nether Flame, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed to the front of the Holy Emperor.

The Devil Crying Sword slashed hundreds of huge sword shadows into the air, and the wolf howling skull suddenly bit.

"Good come!"

The Holy Emperor shouted in a deep voice, and the golden light around him surged again. He waved his hands and turned into two huge palms with a huge golden light of hundreds of feet. With a loud "pop", two small magical ghost weapons with great momentum were seized by the pair of golden light giant hands condensed by the Emperor's Holy Body's magical power that the Holy Emperor had fully operated.

The Devil Crying Bone Sword, the surging ghost energy and Youlu's grimace were forced back into the body, and the shrill ghost crying and wolf howling of the wolf skull ended abruptly.

The ghost master below couldn't help but change his face in a drastic change. The Holy Emperor actually dared to grab its two ghost weapons with his bare hands.

However, the matter was not over yet. Two small magical powers of Devil Cry immediately touched the body of the Holy Emperor. These Nether Flames burned and burned the golden armor of the Holy Emperor, and burned inch by inch inch with great difficulty.

"This fire is really powerful, it can really burn through my emperor's Holy Body!"

A sharp light flashed in the Holy Emperor's eyes, and he was quite surprised. While laughing, the two giant golden hands hit each other hard, and two crisp "clicks" sounds. Several cracks appeared in these two extremely hard magical ghost weapons.

"Give you back!"

The Holy Emperor was then waved casually, and two damaged small magical ghost weapons, with the whistling strong wind, smashed back to the ghost master.

He waved out his golden giant palms and directly slapped the burning dark flames on his body away.

The falling Nether Flame attracted the horror of the monks below the battlefield.

"It is not polite to come but not come, the soul-suppressing magic pillar!"

The Holy Emperor fought happily, laughed heroically, and opened his mouth and spit out four golden magic pillars with dense patterns, four giant golden magic pillars a hundred feet away. With one finger, the golden magic pillar turned into four golden lights and blasted fiercely at the ghost master who was roaring in the wind below in the black robe.

The Ghost Lord bit the bullet and fought, but at this time he couldn't say anything about his suffering. The most powerful one with the thirteenth level Yin Fire Mingyan. It holds the Mingyan in his hand, and it is simply a life-and-killing victory against ordinary Nascent Soul monks, and there is no need to frown.

However, this Nether Flame is ineffective against the Holy Emperor. Now even Nether Flame is difficult to burn the Holy Emperor to death. How to fight this battle?!

Completely pressed and beaten!

Not bad, I was completely beaten!

The four golden magic pillars were actually made of secret gold. With continuous bombardment, Devil Crying Wolf Howl almost knocked the two small magical powers Devil Crying into pieces of ghost weapon.

At this moment, an extremely absurd feeling surged in his heart. It was not fighting against a peak monk at the late stage of Nascent Soul, but fighting against an invincible higher-priced monk. It felt powerless to resist.

......

The many golden elixir monks around the Huangling City have long been completely shocked by the battle between the Saint Emperor of the Sky and the Ghost Lord, and they feel terrified.

"The body of the Holy Emperor is so powerful and domineering?"

"The Holy Emperor practiced the great magical power of the 'Emperor Holy Body'. This great magical magical magical magical after cultivation has far exceeded the hardness of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators. Moreover, the skin of the body has a layer of gold cover, which is almost invincible. With one punch, small magical tools can even be broken."

"There were rumors in the East China Sea Immortal Cultivation World that the Holy Emperor's enemies could only seal and trap him, but failed to kill him! Now it seems that this rumor is true."

Not only the Jindan monks were stunned, but even the fifty or sixty Nascent Soul monks present were all unbelievable.

They themselves are Nascent Soul monks, so of course they know how strong the Nascent Soul monks are.

However, in the battle between the Holy Emperor and the Ghost Lord, they had no choice but to watch, and they didn't even dare to intervene.

The only one who remains calm is Sect Master Yu.

Master Yu's face was not very good-looking, and even the corners of his mouth were twitching slightly.

However, compared to the fear and anxiety of other Nascent Soul monks, he was still quite calm. After all, his strength was much higher than that of the Nascent Soul monks present. Although he knew that he could not compare with the Holy Emperor, he could still compare with the Lord of the Desolate Spirit and would not be too scared.

Master Yu narrowed his slightly cloudy eyes and stared at the sky, as if he was a little excited.

He finally understood why the five sect masters of the Heavenly Dao Alliance and the four giants of the Heavenly Demon Alliance had great resentment towards the Holy Emperor, but no one dared to publicly oppose the Holy Emperor. Those sect masters and giants who dominate the East China Sea had to wait until the Holy Emperor went to the Middle Earth Continent to overcome the God-Changing Tribulation at the weakest time before they dared to take action suddenly.

But after being excited for a while, Sect Master Yu was finally depressed and sighed slightly.

He never had this opportunity to cultivate to that almost unparalleled realm.

......

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

In the sky, three golden giant fists were blowing against the Ghost Lord.

The two gold and black lights collided together, and countless rays of light splashed, and the explosion roared one after another, making the sound terrifying. A breath swept across the entire Huangling City, and the golden elixir monks were breathless.

"Walk!"

The little magical power of the Devil Crying Bone Sword of the Lord of the Devil's Ghost was broken with a crack. It was immediately hit by a golden fist. With a scream, it withstood the crazy attack of the punch, and its ghost energy was greatly reduced, but it took advantage of the momentum to fly away.

In the blink of an eye, the Ghost Lord used the ghost escape technique, which turned into a stream of black flames hundreds of feet, shot dozens of miles away, and fled farther away.

The sky, the wind blows away the remaining clouds, the sun is scorching.

A large area of ​​ghost clouds that ranged from thousands of miles away began to evacuate the Waste Spirit City, the Corpse King, the Skeleton General, and many Golden Elixir-stage ghost cultivators. They were waved by the Ghost Lord and were caught in the thick ghost clouds, carrying countless sharp souls and evil spirits, and fled to the distance of the Waste Spirit Island.

Fortunately, this deserted spirit island is thousands of miles apart and is extremely large, and there is no shortage of places for them to hide temporarily.

The ghost fog array was removed.

The Ghost Lord was defeated, and only supported himself for a short time under the Holy Emperor, and was forced to give up control of the Huangling City.

In this battle, the Lord of the Desolate Spirit suffered heavy losses. The ghost cloud was consumed in large quantities, and a small magical ghost weapon was lost. The ice lotus seeds of the Beiming Ice Lotus were not recaptured, and even the lotus-shaped Nether Flame Flame consumed more than ten flowers.

The Lord of the Desolate Spirit dared not continue to fight with the Holy Emperor.

If it fights hard, it will not have any hope to survive the great catastrophe of transformation.

Similarly, the East China Sea and Blood Sea monks also suffered a lot of losses. In the previous melee, dozens of Jindan monks were killed and several Nascent Soul monks were injured.

"I escaped quite quickly!"

The Holy Emperor collected four soul-squeezing pillars, his body was filled with golden light, his fists were clenched, and he snorted, but he did not chase after him. If the ghost master was determined to escape, it would be difficult for him to chase after him. I am afraid that chasing the sea of ​​blood may not be able to kill him, and it would take too much time. This is not his purpose for coming here.

His eyes were majestic, and he turned around and glanced at the Yuanying monks such as Master Yu, Dongyang Zhenren, and then looked at the ancient teleportation array inside the ruins of the ancient hall in the center of the Huangling City.
Chapter completed!