Control The World

"This guy isn't dead?" Xiushui Fairy Qiao's face frowned.

In the Lingqiao water pavilion, everyone looked at Ning Wufeng and wondered, "What is this guy doing?"

"He's fighting ghosts with ghosts?" Naturally knowledgeable people said.

Ghost cultivation like Qian Guizong is not a minority in Daqin. But Guixiu's impression is always dark and deep, and it is completely different from Ning Wufeng's image, so everyone is surprised.

What's even more amazing is that this guy and the ghost will grab the soul.

Qiu Jian glanced at Ning Wufeng lightly, and his sword returned to his hand. The Three Swords have come out, even if the ghost will not be removed, but he leaves, but the power of Three Swords is firmly engraved in everyone's mind.

Strong!

Deserved strong on the list of gods!

Many people are convinced by Qiu Jian's strength, and even Ou Ye Changsheng nodded lightly.

The ghost will almost be dispelled by the power of his three swords. He stared in horror as Qiu Jian left.

Instead, suddenly stared at Ning Wufeng.

The monks in the midst of the spirits dare to spoil themselves! The ghost suddenly turned its fear into yin, and stared fiercely at Ning Wufeng.

Before, Ning Wufeng madly refined the power of ghost servants and ghost soldiers, and almost let him have no soul power to borrow, and died directly in the hands of Qiu Jian. Now Qiu Jian left, the ghost will immediately point his finger at Ning Wufeng.

"Small thing, you dare to spoil my good deeds! You will summon ghost servants and ghost soldiers, you dare to refine!" He only regarded Ning Wufeng as an ordinary ghost monk, his eyes widened, and he uttered every word. Growling.

Ning Wufeng turned a deaf ear to his words.

The yin and yang purple lakes are spinning wildly, and the puppet spirits are working to the extreme. A powerful black hole emerges from the chest, causing thousands of ghost servants to continuously flow into him.

The power of the soul climbed sharply, and Ning Wufeng's perception of the general's emotional changes became more and more obvious.

"One hundred and ten thousand."

"One hundred twenty thousand."

"One hundred and thirty thousand!"

The speed at which he refines the power of the soul is getting faster and faster, and the ghost can't help taking a breath.

"Little magical power?" Ou Ye Changsheng looked at Ning Wufeng's puppetization spirit, whispered quietly, a flash of strange color flashed on his face, he called Taixiong to his side.

Taixiong looked at Ning Wufeng for a few moments, but also looked puzzled. After listening to Ou Ye Changsheng's question, he whispered a few words, then shook his head.

Ou Ye Changsheng looked at Ning Wufeng's figure and smiled slightly.

I didn't expect to be able to see someone using the Little Magic Power here, which is really interesting.

"Hum, a boy who can't help himself, but also wants to challenge the ghost general. I think it will soon be torn to a ghost." Baiyan boy repelled the four ghosts of the ghost general, and has already returned to the bridge bridge. in.

His heart was extremely depressed, so why did everyone else come forward to write and splash ink, and they were all out of the limelight, how come he was ugly? Now even this kid who doesn't know where to jump out dare to stand up.

"Yes, it's a brainless thing." The Xiushui Fairy aside also hummed.

"Shut up, you are not allowed to say that to my brother." Taixiong snorted, and stared at them both with rage.

"Huh." Baiyan Tongxi and Xiushui Fairy glanced at Ou Ye Changsheng and snorted in unison.

At this time, the ghost will see that Ning Wufeng still has no intention to stop. He all feels that this guy is crazy, but in his own face, so arrogantly refining the soul.

"Huh, you're looking for death!" He grabbed it in the air, and the ghostly spirit gathered again to produce a long-handed ghost sickle.

Where the light went, a layer of deep blue frost diffused along the river. The frost exudes a percolating chill.

Ning Wufeng suddenly opened his eyes and roared, "Go!"

He felt that he could absorb no less than 300,000 ghost servants, and the power of the three souls was approaching saturation. Seeing the power of the soul is about to enter the realm of ghost servants, the ghost will dare to make trouble.

Dragon God decided!

A huge force of consciousness rushed out, turning into a golden dragon roaring out, scrolling a river of water, hovering up, and rushing towards the ghost.

The power of consciousness comparable to that of the pseudo-dandelion erupted, and the attack was extremely violent.

The ghost changed his face, and he did not expect that the middle-aged monk in this small divine state actually exploded with a huge amount of spiritual power comparable to the false Dan state.

The ghost sickle in his hand was dancing wildly, the wind was roaring, and the ghost was mad. There was a thunderous blast. Ning Wufeng's figure flickered slightly, and the speed of refining ghost servants slowed down a lot.

"Huh, **** boy, do you think you can defeat the great Ghost General?" The Ghost will roar, and the Ghost General Dan in his body will once again excite the dazzling light. Into him.

The light on the ghost sickle was extremely solid, and a ray of light blasted out, destroying the power of a golden dragon stiffly.

Ning Wufeng felt the sea trembling violently as a result, a strange blood on his face, he could not help humming, good guy, such a fierce shot!

The arrogance of people watching on the water bridge of Lingqiao is different.

Ou Ye Changsheng did not expect that Ning Wufeng's consciousness was so powerful that he could fight against the ghosts in the false Dan realm. We must know that ghosts are themselves souls and are extremely proficient in consciousness.

Comparing with him, the power of consciousness is undoubtedly the short of oneself and the strength of the enemy. Even if Qiu Jian had shot just now, it was because of quality but not quality, that's why the ghost would be so embarrassed.

"Huh, it's almost dead, and don't forget to refine these ghosts." Baiyan boy snorted coldly, and there was a sharp flash in his eyes.

Qiu Jian moved slightly, carefully looked at Ning Wufeng, then closed his eyes again.

Ning Wufeng was bombarded by the ghost to understand the great earthquake, and he couldn't help but grin his teeth secretly and said, "What a ghost, I'll be very happy with you!"

The puppet spirit had been run to the extreme by him, and the ghost servants poured into him tens of thousands, and then he was refined. Ning Wufeng felt that the power of the three souls was getting stronger and stronger, and he even felt a kind of heavy feeling.

"Are you going to break?" A look of joy inadvertently appeared on his face.

He has refined nearly half a million ghost servant forces.

The ghost took a deep breath, his eyes widened, and there was a word in his mouth, and the turbulent waves at his feet instantly appeared. Suddenly, a gulf divide appeared on the river, and the river was split into two halves.

Vaguely, the sensuous spirits floated out of the rift between the heavens.

"Ghost King City!" Ou Ye Changsheng's face moved, this was what he wanted! This ghost will surely know the whereabouts of the ghost king city.

Ghost King City is wandering in the cross flow of space. Some elders from the Ouye family have calculated that the ghost city will appear in this ghost disaster, so the elders of Ouye will hold a ghost removal conference here.

The ghost king is a monk comparable to Yuandan. Every ghost city has hidden secrets, and this secret has a lot to do with the condensed Yuandan. So not only Ou Ye was born, but Tianjiao from other cities also came Already.

"This trip is not a loss." Zhao Ziang said lightly, with a smile on his mouth.

Qiu Jian on the side stood with his sword in his face, no change in expression was visible on his face, and the moment a ghost king appeared, a light flashed in his eyes had exposed his thoughts.

Ghost King City is extremely rare. The Ming King City has more than a dozen ghost disasters each year, but the Ghost King City will only appear once every ten years.

Ning Wufeng didn't know this at all. He just felt that the power of the ghosts surging around him became more and more intense after the Tiancheng Divide appeared. The previously reduced number of ghost servants has also increased dramatically.

"Okay." He was overjoyed, and his body was suddenly bright and dense.

The three souls are solid, and the ghost servant is real!

Ning Wufeng could feel all the changes in his body at this moment, even the slightest pores flowing through the tiny pores could be clearly felt.

Curious feeling.

Even, he felt that at this time the soul was bound by the flesh, otherwise he could soar freely in the sky.

This is the realm of ghost servants. Ning Wufeng took a sigh of relief and did not hesitate to refine nearly 800,000 ghost servants.

Murderous!

At about the same time, Ning Wufeng looked up at the general.

The appearance of the Ghost King City engulfed all around in a dark abyss, and the power of the ghost was extremely strong. In such an environment, the strength of the ghost general is constantly rising.

"kill!"

The ghost radiated its body shape, and the ghost sickle danced out the bright cold light, which forced Ning to stand without wind. This attack is more powerful than twice as many as before.

Ning Wufeng's soul power has just cultivated into a ghostly realm, and is extremely keenly aware, almost at the same time.

The extinction gun danced and the cold light shone.

Fog Turing casts.

Countless mysterious and mysterious rays of light interweave between him and the ghost general, and the trajectory of the light walking is extremely mysterious. Let the attention of those Tianjiao who are eager to try the ghost king city come over.

"Is this a law fluctuation?" Ou Ye Changsheng's face moved slightly. His strength was only one step away from Yuan Dan's realm. He had already understood the rhyme of the rules and could soon understand the power of the rules, so he was extremely sensitive to the fluctuations of the rules. .

Eyes fell on Ning Wufeng, this guy made him more and more curious.

Qiu Jian's eyes flashed a sense of jealousy, and a monk in the middle of the spirit world made him feel jealous. Fortunately, Fog Turism is not what he wants.

However, Bai Yan Tongzi burst into the eyes of greed. The two communicated with each other with eyes, and they hide their greed deeply.

With a loud bang, Fog Turing repelled with a shot from the power of the law and banged on the ghost general, directly blasting him out.

The ghost will already consume a lot when he fought against Qiu Jian. At this time there was no wind to Shangning, and the strength was obviously inferior. After all, Ning Wufeng is not an ordinary monk in the middle of the spirit world.

The ghost will be powerless. Ning Wufeng had a happy expression on his face. He couldn't help licking his lips and secretly said, "This ghost Dan is mine!"

However, someone shot faster than him and grabbed the ghost general Dan on his chest!

"Hate!" Ning Wufeng's face changed, and someone wanted to grab what he had!