Control The World

Rumble ...

The palace where Ning Wufeng and others were located shook violently, and a loud roar came out from a distance.

"It's great. We have just added a helper, and now we have a big guy." Ning Wufeng patted Baiyan boy, who was crying and embarrassing, and laughed cheerfully.

Baiyan boy clenched his fists. From today, he has a new name, one of Ning Wufeng's slaves.

"Relax, you are not the first. I have a lot of slaves. I am stronger than you." Ning Wufeng said earnestly.

Indeed, like Jin Tiandao, his strength is indeed much stronger than that of Baiyan Boy. But how could Baiyan boy believe it. He just expected to be able to get out of Ghost King City earlier, and then to find his ancestors to see if there was a way to remove this brand of consciousness.

Ning Wufeng didn't care what he thought, anyway, with so much money and a slave, this is a worthwhile trip to Ghost King City.

However, their ghost kings don't have much. According to Tai Xiong, such a ghost spirit is not enough for one person.

Exactly, there was a shocking shaking sound in the palace next door, and it must be a big guy.

The four walked out of the palace together. The boy Baiyan walked the fastest. This is undoubtedly an unbearable place for him, so he wants to leave early.

In the palace next door to them, the faint blue light soared into the sky, and even the palace ’s breaking restrictions were destroyed, showing a great momentum.

Ning Wufeng raised a brow with a doubtful expression on his face, and immediately said, "Oh Baiyan, go and see."

The turbulence in that palace must be dangerous. After all, there was a slave who would definitely use it. He immediately drank to Baiyan Tongzi.

"I won't go!" Baiyan Boy was originally curious, but was so upset by Ning Wufeng that he said proudly.

He knew that Ning Wufeng would not dare to kill him. After all, this is the Ming Dynasty City, and he is also the Holy Son of Xiaoming Palace, with a distinguished status.

"That's it." Ning Wufeng touched his chin, and said with a embarrassed expression, "Well, then I can only go by myself, just to take advantage of the crowd to announce a good thing.

He shrugged and went forward with self-care.

"Stop!" Baiyan boy shouted, if Ning Wufeng made the matter of being his slave public, how could the face of his son in Xiaoming Palace be saved?

He looked gloomy, staring at Ning Wufeng fiercely, then rushed forward.

Ning Wufeng raised his mouth, hummed softly, and said, "Sample, are you still fighting with me?"

He didn't have a loud voice, but Baiyan Boy heard it clearly. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and constantly comforted himself: It wasn't this guy who directed me, but I wanted to see it.

There was a loud noise, and a dazzling light burst into the sky. A cloud of pale ghost power emerged in the air, and the pale flame illuminated the large and dark ghost town.

"You humans **** it, dare to disturb the king to rest!" A low growl came from the ghost. For a moment, the ghosts grew out of limbs, and the face of the maggot became clearer.

Countless ghosts around the city of Ghost King kept pouring into him, and the figure of the ghost was constantly expanding, surging with awe-inspiring momentum.

"Everyone will speak." Ning Wufeng's face looked stunned.

"There must be a lot of ghost spirits in this ghost. If he can win him, it is definitely a great wealth." Taixiong said in a stern voice.

The ghost seemed to have heard Tai Xiong's words, humming coldly, the momentum suddenly shocked Tai Xiong's soul like a thunder. Taixiong's face turned white, and he went back a dozen steps.

Good strength!

His face was pale, and he was secretly startled.

The strength of the false kingdom!

The strength of this ghost is several times stronger than the previous ghost general, and he is still in the ghost king city, and the surging spirits around him have a great effect on him.

Uh ...

A clear harp sounded suddenly, Qiu Jian rushed out of the palace first, and stood in the air.

Ou Ye Changsheng almost appeared. He stepped out one step, and the surrounding space was sharply distorted. The ghost spirit was all driven by his momentum. It seems that his strength is not far from Yuan Dan.

Then Zhao Ziang, Xiushui Fairy and others also appeared one after another.

So many people besieged this ghost. Ning Wufeng couldn't help whispering in his heart, and passed on the sound to Baiyan boy through divine knowledge.

Baiyan Tongzi's face became more and more ugly. He turned his head and stared at Ning Wufeng fiercely, and said, "You dream, it is absolutely impossible!"

"Impossible?" Ning Wufeng frowned. He wanted Baiyan Boy to help him grab the ghost and soul of this ghost. This guy refused politely. In this case, then ...

Ning Wufeng touched his chin and came forward.

Everyone stared intently at the ghost in front of them, only Baiyan boy stared at him, his eyelids fluttered, and he secretly said: What does this guy want to do?

"Cough," Ning Wufeng suddenly cleared his throat, and the sudden voice attracted everyone's attention.

"This, let me introduce you personally." He exclaimed, making Baiyan boy's face greatly changed.

boom……

With a loud noise, Baiyan Boy suddenly shot at the ghost, interrupting everyone's eyes.

Roar……

The ghost snarled, waving his hands in the air, countless pale flames fell like feather swords, and attacked towards the boy of Baiyan.

The Baiyan boy was also exuberant, and the purple gold bowl emerged in front of him, turning it into a huge and unforgiving form, and all the pale flames were included in it.

"Well, I just took this ghost!" He shouted suddenly without a thought, everyone was puzzled, and Ning Wufeng smiled.

This is considered obedient.

There was a faint smile on his face, watching the boy Baiyan and the ghosts fight together.

"Brother, I'm here to help you!" Xiushui Fairy floated out, glanced at Ning Wufeng with a contemptuous glance, and turned her hand to dance the lute, the sound of ringing bells continued.

Sounds of quality rushed towards the ghost. Together, the pressure of ghost spirits increased sharply, and the pale spirit fire swayed sharply.

"How can this matter make you Xiaoming Palace alone in front of the beauties." Zhao Ziang laughed heartily and shot the same.

The ink pen is a bit volley, exuding an astonishing momentum, as if the pen tip fell into the water, the surrounding air rippled out of the water waves and spread out.

"My house washes the Chitou tree, blossoming with light ink marks!"

The ink pen dropped, and the Taoist writings emerged, giving birth to a powerful force, flying out in sequence, hitting the ghosts, and instantly opening up countless dazzling auras.

what!

The ghost roared miserably, and the surging spirit fire suddenly became dim. He growled: "You guys don't want to kill me!"

A terrifying roar came, and the surging spiritual power in the ghost's body exploded instantly, dispersing all the people around him directly.

A wave of intensely volatile light burst into the air.

"Ghost King soul!" Ning Wufeng licked his lips, his soul power is already a ghost servant, so he is extremely sensitive to the perception of soul power. He felt that as long as he fully refined the power of this soul, he would definitely be able to step into the peak of the ghost soldiers, and there would be no far distance from the ghosts.

Thought of this, Ning Wufeng moved.

But someone is faster than him!

It is Ou Ye Changsheng!

He fluttered in a volley and his face looked like a breeze. With a finger in the sky, the space trembled sharply. The speed of the ghost king's escape was suddenly slowed down.

Volley stepped out and suddenly appeared not far from the ghost soul.

The ghost king struggling sharply in the air, roaring: "It is impossible, because you want to kill the king!"

A volley sword fell and Qiu Jian moved.

"Isn't this kind of exclusive treasure a bit inappropriate?" He said lightly, and the spirit power of the ghost king who was imprisoned was instantly broken by his sword.

The ghost king was so relieved that he yelled and ran out.

good chance!

Ning Wufeng saw the direction in which the ghost king escaped, which was exactly where he was. The power of the consciousness surged, turning it into an optimistic grasp.

"You want to get it!" Qiu Jian's eyes flashed a bit of blaze, the sword's spirit was vertical and horizontal, and also cut off Ning Wufeng's consciousness.

What a crazy guy!

Ning Wufeng's face sank, and the Fog Turing technique was instantly exhibited, and the golden spear blasted directly towards the turbulent ghost king soul.

"Dare you!" Qiu Jian's face changed. He saw Ning Wufeng actually splitting the ghost king's soul, his face was cold, and a sword waved.

At this time, Ou Ye Changsheng blocked him, and a sword was stopped by him.

boom……

With a scream of screams, the ghost king's soul fell apart.

"Strong." Everyone was happy, and they caught the soul of the ghost king running away, and even Ouye Changsheng took the biggest piece.

Ning Wufeng saw the Baiyan boy grabbing Zhenghuan with a smile, turning his head to look at Qiu Jian, this guy also started to collect the spirit of the ghost king.

A blast of guns fired, and Ning Wufeng stood in front of him. Before this guy broke his good deeds, how can he be so cheap for himself now.

Ghost King soul, don't think about it!

Qiu Jian's face was somber that he was blocked by Ning Wufeng. The ghost souls fleeing all around were taken away, and the one soul collected by Ou Ye Changsheng was the largest, and Baiyan Boy received the most.

"Dare you stop me!" Qiu Jian said coldly.

Ou Ye Changsheng stepped out of the volley and said lightly: "Since it is fighting for treasures, we have to rely on our own means."

Apparently, he was helping Ning Wufeng speak.

Qiu Jian hummed and turned to leave.

But Xiu Shui Fairy couldn't help hitting Ning Wufeng, saying, "Well, what's the use of ignorant guys doing these unattractive things? They haven't got the ghost king spirit yet."

When she aimed at Ning Wufeng, the boy from Baiyan kept winking at her. Not only did she not understand, she thought she was encouraging her, and her words were even more vicious.

Ning Wufeng raised a brow lightly and smiled, "Who said that I didn't get the soul of a ghost king."

He smiled and looked at Baiyan Boy, who immediately turned his head away.

"To introduce to you, my relationship with Baiyan Boy ..."