Heaven, earth, gods and ghosts!

Ghost is the end!

However, can everything in the world have a certain number?

Among the billions of sentient beings and ghosts, there are always those with extraordinary talents who can reverse the world and turn the impossible into possibility!

The heavens are about to begin.

The earth is vast.

Who sets the rules that ghosts are worse than gods?

After three thousand kalpas, you can become a saint!

In one sentence, it expresses all the sadness.

But no one will question the fairness of this statement.

After all, ghosts are all transformed by ‘creatures’.

Living is a "living" and dead is a ghost.

All beings are equal!

All opportunities have been there, but I missed it...

Above the sky, a thunderbolt.

The top of the mountain.

He completely expanded his huge black mountain, like a mountain, and stared at the scholar who held a golden pen a hundred feet away.

A wisp of cherry red blood slid from the corner of his mouth.

The tongue that was white in the blue flashed away.

Licking the blood shed, Heishan grinned at the scholar and the many ghost kings behind the scholar:

"I underestimated you.

good.

You are qualified to fight for this king!”

The words fell.

Black Mountain's body slowly shrank and finally turned into a bold and magnificent man who was nearly 40 years old.

He was wearing armor and his fists were red.

In this way, Black Mountain, which turned into a human form, flew to a corner of the battlefield under the gaze of the kings, and watched coldly.

And far away.

Many foreign ghost kings thought to themselves that it was a pity after seeing this scene.

What a pity?

Unfortunately, Black Mountain did not fight for life and death with the kings of Beimang Mountain.

Otherwise, with the strength of Black Mountain, it would be possible to consume some of the ghost kings on the top of the mountain.

Only when these rulers of the Beim Ghost Faction are weakened can they be qualified to compete.

"What a pity. This Black Mountain looks stupid and stunned, but at the critical moment, it's a pity for life!"

On a small hill in the battlefield, the beautiful ghost carrying a knife whispered.

"Puff, the Black Mountain has been alone in the world for seven hundred years. If it were really stupid, it would have been dealt with by someone!"

The ghost general with a bottle in his mouth pulled a sarcasm.

In exchange for the beautiful ghost's fierce glare.

Seeing that the 'drunk drinker' got up leisurely, the beauty ghost dragged his arm and slashed the knife in his hand directly!

The two sides are three meters apart.

The Guan Dao is two meters long and two six meters long.

Then.

The sudden burst of sword energy slashed over the scalp of the 'drunk'!

"Fuck! My black and shiny hair!!!"

"Oh!"

"Hongyan! You're so fucked..."

"How is your situation?"

Seeing that the haircut on the top of the nipples turned into a Mediterranean hairstyle, the beautiful ghost held back his smile and asked:

"What's the situation? What can happen?"

When he thought about where the two ghosts were at this time, the angrily swelled up calmed down.

Standing on the small earthbowl, looking at a thousand meters ahead, an evil ghost more than ten feet tall was dismembered by the evil ghosts, and the expression of the milk rider became lazy:

"A group dies, breaks through, and becomes stronger.

I feel like this Beimang Mountain is like a large coupe, well, it is also called "Guo".

When everyone kills indiscriminately, the ones who survive until the Ghost King is born will be elite."

"Do you think something is wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

"This Ghost Emperor battle seems to be much more intense than before. According to the news I heard, the long eyebrows fighting should not be so tragic!"

When the Hongyan Ghost said this, his eyes couldn't help but look at the many ghost kings watching coldly at the height of the place.

"You must know that the Ghost King was born over the years and the kings would not have caused such a great murder.

After all, there is only one Ghost King.

If the battle fails, the remaining ghost kings will sleep again and wait for the next seat to be born!

But as for now...

If you drink milk, look carefully. At this time, how many ghost generals of the same level as you and me on this battlefield have been put into?"

As he spoke, a chill broke out in his heart.

Too many!

There are so many evil ghosts who are as good as the master level, they are all over the ground!

Although there are differences between evil ghosts.

But the worst is the strength of a master!

In this way, what is it for being thrown into the flesh and blood grinder where they are?

It, the Milk Cavalry, Yan Dao, and Old Liu, but all of them command tens of thousands of elite ghosts!

And what about these on the battlefield?

An evil ghost, with two or three hundred scattered souls and ghosts that are not even considered to be evil ghosts.

Just like a large group of bandits on the battlefield of a fucking regular army!

Awkward, eye-catching!

But what if the number of these "bandits" is increasing?

At first glance, there were densely packed evil spirits with small groups of scattered soldiers on the battlefield.

On the contrary, like them, the clear-cut Ghost King directly subordinates became a minority among them!

What is this?

put all one's eggs in one basket?

Will it not be possible in the future?

Fight!

Continuous fighting.

More and more souls were dispersed, and the huge yin energy tornado became more and more intense.

Watching this scene.

The hands of the beautiful ghost were trembling.

"The milk drinker...you said...will those ghost kings want to bury us all here?"

"You just realized it?"

While talking, the milk rider glanced at the red-eyed ghost with a very different look:
To be continued...