Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 751: Twin Ghosts

Don't beg to fall down on a mountain top and look into the distance from the air.

The first thing that catches the eye is a huge ghost with a height of more than a hundred feet and a whole body composed of many intertwined white bones.

The aura on the ghost body is vast and endless.

Even though they were far apart, Mo Qiu still felt like he was in the midst of raging waves, and the mountain beneath him seemed to be shaking.

Yongxue Tiangui!

The former lord of the Qifei Palace, the current teacher of Lu Wang Di Ku, and the late master of the Ghost King, is an existence with mysterious origins.

But even though Yong Xuetian ghost is imposing and huge, Mo Qiu's sight is still firmly locked by another figure.

The golden clothes are like silk, but also like metal, flexible but also tough, with many mysterious patterns on it, shining golden light outside.

The figure was not big, and it was even more inconspicuous in front of the hundreds of feet tall ghost.

But where he is, it seems that it is a matter of course to become the focus of this world, making people subconsciously cast their eyes on him.

That kind of arrogance that is supreme and noble, looking down on one side, even distorts a certain law, making everything around him eclipsed.

One of the three masters of the ancestral temple, Wang Huang

Wang Huang didn't have a famous nickname, nor did he have a reputation of being powerful in all directions, but the title of the master of the ancestral temple was enough to overwhelm everything.

"Who are you?"

Looking at Yongxue Tiangui, Wang Huang's eyes flashed a trace of doubt. He had never seen the other party before, but for some reason he felt familiar with the other party's aura.

Then he spoke slowly:

"Have we met before?"

"hey-hey……"

Yong Xuetian ghost chuckled softly:

"Don't dare, how can a lonely soul in the wilderness gain a relationship with the master of the ancestral temple? The master of the king really thinks highly of me."

"Hmph!" Wang Huang frowned, showing displeasure:

"In the Kingdom of Shang, even if Wang is not familiar with the existence of the ghost king in the later stage, he has heard of it, but he has never heard of your name."

"Yong Xuetian ghost..."

"who are you?"

Wugui knows the identity and origin of Yongxuetian ghost, even the many ghosts in King Lu Realm are not clear, it can be called mysterious.

So mysterious, yet somewhat familiar.

Wang Huang couldn't help but wonder.

"Why ask more questions?" Yong Xuetian ghost stretched his body, and the Yin energy around him was surging like a wave, wandering within a hundred miles as if it had substance:

"Since you and I are rivals, will we be merciful if we get into a relationship?"

"Not bad." Wang Huang nodded:

"Taking you down, what do you want to know, Wang can slowly torture himself. There are more than 3,600 methods of torturing ghosts in the ancestral temple, and no one has ever been able to withstand it."

Hearing this, Yong Xuetian ghost's voice sank: "I'm afraid Your Excellency, you don't have the ability!"

Before he could finish his voice, his eyes suddenly blurred.

A golden light suddenly appeared in front of the face, the golden light was not big, but it locked the huge ghost body of Ghost King Yongxue in an instant.

"Shua!"

Wang Huang's five fingers stretched out, palm facing down, inside slightly sunken, the golden light intertwined like threads, like covering the sky with his hands facing down fiercely to cover it.

If he doesn't make a move, it's fine, and if he does, it will be earth-shattering.

The small body swelled instantly, like a god with golden light, pressing the giant palm towards the opponent expressionlessly.

Mo Qiu's eyes narrowed in the distance, his body tensed instantly, and the Baipi Dao hidden in his body also trembled spontaneously and almost appeared.

Danger!

So strong!

"Well done!"

Faced with Wang Huang's sky-shattering palm, Yong Xuetian ghost's eyes twitched, the ghost's body twisted, and a ray of colorful rays of light slashed towards the sky against the trend.

"Zheng!"

The blade glowed through the sky, and a sense of neither thought nor non-thought surged out wildly, like madness, ignorance, madness..., slashing towards the golden light.

Fa has Yuan Ling!

Mo Qiu's heart moved, and then he shook his head slowly.

It should not be Fayou Yuanling, but the spirituality hidden in Yongxuetiangui's ghost weapon, and this idea did not come out spontaneously from the sword technique.

But from the knife.

The two may seem to have little difference, but they are actually quite different.

If there is a spirit in the mind, it is necessary to cultivate supernatural powers and martial arts to a certain limit and break through the boundary barriers in order to allow it to generate spirituality by itself.

Ghost weapon doesn't need to be like this.

However, ghost weapons with spirituality are also rare, especially those that can withstand the terrifying power of the ghost king in the later stage, even rarer.

The light of the knife cut out, and the golden light suddenly dimmed.

Wang Huang's complexion couldn't help sinking, the sword skills and strength of the ghost in front of him were far beyond his expectations.

"snort!"

With a low hum, a layer of dim black light covered the palm of his hand, the palm remained unchanged, as if locking one side, colliding with the light of the knife.

"Peng!"

Before the slight collision sound could be heard, the two ghosts had already disappeared in place.

Mo Qiu tilted his head, two phantoms appeared at the same time several miles away, the knife light, fingers and palms collided, crashing into a big mountain.

The next moment.

"boom……"

The mountain was disturbed, and two terrifying giants burst out of the mountain.

It was only at this moment that Mo Qiu could see clearly their actions and the objects in their hands.

Yong Xuetian ghost is holding a transparent long knife, the light of the knife flickers but there are colorful brilliance, the brilliance is not only for looks, but also has the power to split everything, it can even confuse people's minds, make the opponent crazy, until the light of the knife devour.

His knife skills are equally as good.

The ghost body of more than a hundred feet does not affect the flexibility at all. The huge body and the knife fit together, turning into a man-eating knife light, flickering crazily.

Every flicker, if it falls on the ground, can tear a huge crack on the ground that stretches for more than ten miles.

Happily.

Such unbelievable power was condensed into one point and never dissipated. It only exploded at the moment when the opponent collided.

This kind of operation of one's own power has reached its limit.

It should be noted that the bigger the physical body and the stronger the power, the harder it is to control. Don't ask for the blessing of the power of the heavenly soldiers, and the strength is not even worse than that of the eleventh-order dragon.

But when it works, it is difficult to be meticulous.

Seven non-heavenly knives!

Mo Qiu's eyes flickered, and the top inheritance of the Qifei Palace that Di Ku said appeared in his mind, and then he looked at Yongxue Tiangui's opponent.

Wang Huang is also not bad.

He is wrapped in golden light, his hands are clapping, grasping, or flicking. I don't know what's the secret of his hands, but they can resist the light of the knife without getting hurt.

Compared with his opponents, his movements are not fast, but he has the demeanor of a master of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi, and his every move is just right.

The mastery of power and skills also reached the extreme.

"boom……"

Collision, came again.

The faces of the two ghosts froze at the same time, and their aura increased sharply.

In the initial probing, they couldn't see the depth of each other, but now they are really serious.

Mo Qiu waved his long sleeve lightly, and a layer of mysterious light firmly protected himself, while the mountain below him began to collapse downwards without sound.

"Clatter..."

A sword light that was more than a hundred miles long fell from the sky, and connected to the sky full of stars, like a galaxy falling to the ground, flashing colorful lights and cutting down.

This is the real Qi Fei Tian Dao.

at the same time.

A layer of golden light appeared on the ground, and the golden light intertwined and merged into multiple light and shadows. Countless golden threads went against the trend and collided with Qifei Tiandao.

Silently.

A huge hollow with a radius of more than ten miles appeared out of thin air, countless rocks were thrown towards the core of the hollow, and then smashed into pieces by the huge force.

The light of the knife and the light of gold collided again.

Mo Qiu's complexion was gloomy, and his eyes became more serious.

The strength of the two ghosts far exceeded his expectations, and the strength that had just been greatly improved did not seem to bring much confidence.

The strength of the martial arts of ghosts in the underworld is also unimaginable.

Although the inheritance has been lost and there is no specific division of ranks, there is no doubt that the martial arts of the two ghosts have the ability to break through the three barriers.

and.

They can master their exercises with precision and precision.

Although Mo Qiu has a great technique and breaks more levels, his cultivation level is too low, and the small horse-drawn cart can't last too long at all.

No matter which direction you look at, there is a certain gap with the two ghosts.

"Boom..."

The deafening roar brought him back to his senses.

Looking at the field again, huge ravines appeared in front of him, and two beams of light flickered wildly in the power of a hundred miles, as if there was nothing in time and space.

Void Teleportation!

Mo Qiu's heart sank again.

"who are you?"

Wang Huang roared:

"You are so clear about the martial arts of the ancestral temple, and you have such profound cultivation, you are definitely not a foreign ghost. Where did you come from?"

"snort!"

Yong Xuetian ghost hummed softly, Qifeitian sword slashed wildly, seven sword lights appeared at the same time, the seven stars in the sky were bright, and the sword light suddenly flourished.

"Um?"

Wang Huang's eyes narrowed, before he had time to think, his palms moved together, his fingers bloomed like lotus flowers, and the three thousand lotus platform of the ancestral temple's secret method fell down.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang..."

The light of the knife fell on the lotus, making a series of crisp collision sounds, which stopped abruptly, and then a breath drifted away.

"Want to escape?"

Wang Huang snorted coldly, the ghost wanted to break through the void.

But as soon as he thought about it, he stopped his movements abruptly, the eyes of the ghost that was looking away flickered, and he jumped up high with a snort.

The fight between the two ghosts didn't take long, but from the beginning of the temptation to the final effort, it was all revealed without a doubt.

'Get yourself over here...'

Don't beg your eyes to flicker:

‘Do you want me to see the strength of the ghost king in the later stage? '

"Mo Daoist!" Wang Huangluo approached him, looking at him with a serious face:

"When did you come here?"

The opponent just now was too tough, so he didn't dare to distract him, but he didn't realize that there was another person coming out nearby.

"Back to the Palace Master." Mo Qiu bowed:

"Mo was meditating, and noticed that there was a strange aura here, so he rushed over, just in time to see the palace master showing his might to repel the opponent."

"I came down a little faster, I believe other ghost friends are also on their way."

"snort!"

Wang Huang snorted coldly, raised his head slightly, and indeed saw many auras approaching in the distance.

This place is not too far from Prince Lu's Mansion. The two ghost kings fought in the later stage, and there was such a big commotion, it was naturally impossible to hide it from other ghosts.

It's just that the breath here just now was too terrifying, even if they noticed it, few of them would dare to come here.

Now that the battle is over, only Wang Huang's aura is still left. The ghosts who have sensed the battle here before have rushed to investigate the situation.

Wang Huang looked back blankly and asked:

"The former Mistress of the Qifei Palace, do you understand?"

"Qifei Palace?" Mo Qiu raised his head, shook his head and said:

"You should ask King Lu about this matter. As far as Mo knows, Qifei Palace is quite mysterious, and few people even know the name of the former owner."

Ask King Lu?

Wang Huang narrowed his eyes, and immediately dismissed the thought.

After the fight just now, he already saw that although the Yongxuetian ghost was very powerful, he seemed to be injured, so it was nothing to worry about.

See you next time...

Let him come and go!