This word also appeared on the face of her incense body.

Just look at countless black threads protruding from the door of the shrine. The intertwined black threads break through the roaring incense god's body and take root in the god's body of the Daheishan Ghost King.

During the effort of shaking the spirit, Daheishan Ghost King felt that his consciousness was light. When he looked down, he saw that a small part of her spirit had already separated from her body and was being dragged to the open shrine behind her by the black silk thread.

The shrine is eerie and does not look like a good thing.

Even if they are really worshiped, they are definitely some kind of evil gods or evil ghosts.

At this moment, the Daheishan Ghost King felt a life-and-death crisis. She really felt like she was going to die.

The incense god's body roared and struggled, and the stirring incense turned into ripples.

This is not the wish of the Dahei Mountain Ghost King, but the wish of all the living beings in Dahei Mountain. They do not want the Dahei Mountain Ghost King to die.

Countless incense forces poured in, and the two small flags that were originally strong became loose.

It was this glimmer of hope that the Ghost King of Dahei Mountain seized.

"Come!"

The black seal that was in a stalemate with the soul flag quickly returned and smashed down in the air. With just one blow, half of the Baizhang shrine behind her was broken.

The black thread is broken.

The word "death" on the face of the Daheishan Ghost King also became lighter.

After receiving the backlash, Tushanjun spit out a mouthful of blood. Although his swaying body stood up straight, his legs were no longer as solid as before, but were trembling slightly.

"The people don't want to, so do we have to save her?"

The hundred-foot-long body of the incense god seemed to be turning into a spirit, constantly pumping up its own power.

Tu Shanjun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "Stupid, stupid people!"

He knew that no matter how angry he was, these stupid people would not wake up.

What he has to do is kill the Great Black Mountain Ghost King.

"Shrine."

"Get up again!"

At the same time that Tu Shanjun's seal was condensed, with a thought, the Killing Formation of the Ghost King of Ten Directions finally appeared at this moment.

"All the people can save you once, but how can they save you a second time?"

"kill!"

Tu Shanjun hummed.

They danced and performed a great show.

The Baizhang Shrine reappeared, and countless black threads burst out to hook the body of the Ghost King of Daheishan, but at this moment, Tushanjun's pupils could not help but shrink.

It was just a body, there was no Yin Shen at all.

"Pfft!"

An arm penetrated Tushanjun's chest, making his already precarious body even more critical.

There was no color on his face, and his body was not as straight as before.

This is a monk in the middle stage of Golden Core, and he can easily move mountains and reclaim seas. However, this attack is too tricky, and the timing of it is too good.

Tushanjun turned his head.

His eyes were full of astonishment, surprise, and disbelief.

That arm belongs to Jaw Dharma.

"puff."

Black-red blood spilled freely from Tushanjun's mouth. The blood hole in his chest made him feel suffocated, and his beating heart slowly decreased in frequency, as if it would stop the next moment.

But he forgot that he no longer needed breathing, let alone heart support.

Even an ordinary golden elixir master can live a good life even if he loses his heart, let alone with an evil ghost body like his.

All of this seems to be because he didn't expect it.

He didn't expect that the person who took action would be Juefa, who was blocked behind him.

Being betrayed is an indescribable feeling, and the pain is like standing under a poisonous sun with frost in your heart.
Chapter completed!