The ghost king's eyebrows and eyes were drooping, looking old, and the surface of the ghost's body was full of wrinkles. At this moment, he was sitting on a throne formed by countless skulls, stretching out his dry claws and grabbing the earth in the air.

With the Ghost King taking action, under the earth, a wisp of black air seemed to be grabbed and pulled out...

Lin Fei frowned and looked at the old Ghost King. He always felt that this place seemed to have heard of it...

"Strange..." Just when Lin Fei wanted to recall someone who had heard of this place, he suddenly saw an ancient corpse appeared in the place where the black gas was pulled away by the Ghost King. His face was majestic and wearing a crown. Lin Fei's face suddenly changed. He was about to see more clearly, but the old Ghost King suddenly opened his eyes...

His eyes passed through the picture and thought of Lin Fei looking at him. Infinite sword lights suddenly flashed in his faint green eyes.

A flying knife emerged from the picture, as if it was about to fly out of the picture and slash out. Even though the sharp sword light was separated by a picture, Lin Fei felt cold all over his body, his body trembled involuntarily, and his hair was exploding, just like a small animal having an irresistible fatal crisis...

The moment the sword light flew out, Lin Fei bit his tongue and shouted loudly. The Tongyou Sword Aura flew out with a sharp roar, and the sword aura slashed towards the picture in front of him.

With a sword, the yin and yang are divided, and the picture is broken and surrendered, just like being forcibly separated by Yin and yang. The picture is broken, and the fatal sense of crisis is eliminated.

But as the picture shattered one after another, on the fragments of the last picture, the ghost king's eyes filled with gloomy light, and an old voice slowly floated out: "When the sea meets, I will definitely come to take your life."

Before he finished speaking, all the fragments of the picture disappeared.

At this time, Lin Fei's back was soaked, and the sweat dripped from the size of beans on his forehead kept dripping down.

After a while, Lin Fei slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air: "I'm a little careless..."

After saying a word, Lin Fei stumbled down, with a ray of blackness in his pale face.

This time, even Lin Fei did not expect that the Ghost King who appeared in Jianshan before was just an incarnation...

If it weren't for the innate black gas that swallowed the true spirit of the ghost and let the trace of memory fall into the underworld, I would probably have been a long time to realize that the old figure who stood among the mountains and extracted the black gas from an ancient corpse would be the real ghost king...

The true strength of this Ghost King is probably more than ten times stronger than I had expected before...

In addition, he had the magic weapon of the Netherworld Sect, Hua Wu Flying Knife, if he encountered it in person, it would be a dead end, and there was no reason to be spared. If he hadn't reacted a little faster just now, he used Tongyou Sword Qi to cut off Yin and Yang, and cut off the connection between the two through that painting. He might have been stabbed to death by the Ghost King Yi Hua Wu Flying Knife...

Lin Fei was full of thoughts, and suddenly a muffled groaned, and the dark color on his face became even darker. A ghost aura floated above the door, turning into a hideous and roaring ghost face.

As the true energy surged, it poured into the body and turned into a big grinding, constantly grinding away the ghost energy. The ghost energy turned into a hideous one-horned ghost head, rolling and roaring in the true energy grinding, but it could not be ground up.

He mobilized the four sword energy in his body to join it together, but a trace of knife light flashed on the horn of the ghost head transformed by the ghost energy, and resisted the pressure of Lin Fei's four sword energy.

After a moment of stalemate, the ghost head turned into a ghost energy and shrank into a ball. A little sword light appeared and no matter how you did it, you could not completely dispel this ghost energy. You could only temporarily suppress it.

After a stick of incense, the ghostly energy sword entrenched on Lin Fei's face dissipated and was completely suppressed, but Lin Fei's face looked a little ugly...

The Ghost King was extremely decisive and decisive. The moment he noticed it, he directly used the Huawu Flying Knife to slash it out. Even if the power of the Huawu Flying Knife could not be transmitted through the picture, the Ghost King also took advantage of the scene to break the picture and detour, and with the help of his connection with the strange ghost, a trace of Huawu Flying Knife came over...

It would be better if this ghost energy could kill him. Even if he could not be killed, he could still entrench in Lin Fei's body, with a trick of killing two birds with one stone.

The body was occupied by a ghost energy from the Ghost King and could not be dispelled. The Ghost King could follow this ghost energy at any time, and there was no possibility of avoiding it...

"I'm afraid it's very troublesome during the sea meeting..." Lin Fei murmured to himself, turned to see the Eight Evil Spirit Treasure Formation outside, and was slightly stunned. Lin Fei seemed to have thought of something, looked at the Eight Evil Spirit Treasure Formation and sneered: "Since you will come at the time of the sea meeting, I will give you a big gift at that time."

Turning around and walking out of the backyard, Jiang Li and Fan Shi hurriedly came up.

"Junior Brother Lin, you have finally come out of seclusion. Congratulations on advancing to the second tribulation of life and soul..." Fan Shi bowed his congratulations with a smile on his face.

Last night, the fire in the backyard soared into the sky, but there was no fire spreading. When you get a little closer, you will feel like the fire comes from your heart. Everyone knows that someone is experiencing the fire disaster. At this moment, Lin Fei's face was rosy and his breath was stable. Naturally, he had passed the fire disaster safely.

At this time, Jiang Li also turned his eyes and approached Lin Fei: "Uncle Lin, I'm fine when I had a rest last night..."

Lin Fei glanced at Jiang Li, and last night, he slaughtered the ghosts, and the entire backyard was about to be demolished, so he still had to rest?

"Just say it right."

"Hehe, Uncle Lin, look, the business is so good now. Do we want to cast a few more swords every day?"

Jiang Li rubbed his hands, his face hurt. The sword casting shop sold ten swords every day, and it was impossible to strike thunder. However, there were far more than just those people who wanted to buy swords outside. Seeing so many spirit stones lined up outside, but they couldn't put them in their pockets, Jiang Li was a little bad...

"No hurry..." Lin Fei shook his head, and did not mention the issue of making swords. He just patted Jiang Li on the shoulder: "By the way, come here, I will pass on you a sword control technique."

"Ah, sword control technique?" Jiang Li was stunned for a moment, then looked full of surprise: "Uncle Lin, do you want to pass on me a sword control technique?"

Jiang Li knew that although this uncle Lin didn't take many moves, his strength was definitely unfathomable. An Zijie was powerful enough, right? The number one inner disciple of the Netherworld Sect was just one step away from becoming a true master. In front of this uncle Lin, Chi Ming's head was cut by a sword without even having time to get out.

Oh, by the way...

There is also Zhao Sihai, which is the true legend of Qianshan Sect. I heard that the ranking is not low, but what happened? When I saw Uncle Lin, I was like a mouse, and a cat. When I heard from the people of Qianshan Sect, Zhao Sihai had suffered losses in the hands of Uncle Lin before, and I didn’t say what the specific loss was. But I heard that Zhao Sihai escaped like a ghost and almost destroyed the mountain protection formation...
Chapter completed!