Chapter 740

In the void, after long Yang and Mingji solved their opponents, they successively came to the ancestor of Mingshi.

"Dragon genius, this old fox doesn't fall into the trap. Do you want to help the old ghost master deal with him?"

A dark palace master asked Long Yang.

"Look at this situation. The old ancestor of the dead body and the other party are old friends. Let the old ancestor of the dead body solve it by himself. Let's wait and see what happens and wait until we need to do it."

It was the first time that long Yang saw the ghost ancestor show such a sad look.

It can make an old monster who has lived for thousands of years so sad, which shows the deep feelings between them.

It was not only the discovery that Jiang Baimu was from the God of war hall that really made the ghost ancestor feel sad, but after learning Jiang Baimu's true identity, he realized that he would be trapped in the Beidou demon sealing array, which was a conspiracy planned in advance, and the accomplice was his most trusted friend, Jiang Baimu.

"Yes, I was from the temple of the God of war before I knew you."

"The holy emperor wanted me to get close to you and invite you to join the God of war hall, but later I found it impossible. The holy emperor wanted to get rid of you. I persuaded the holy emperor to give me more time to convince you, which sealed you in the Beidou magic array."

"You have always been my most respected friend, and I have been persuading myself. If I can't convince you in a thousand years, I will give you another three or five thousand years, or even ten thousand years, and I will be able to convince you."

"Who knows, ten thousand years later, you are still so stubborn."

Some of Jiang Baimu hated iron but not steel, and some became angry with shame.

"Hehe, so I have to thank you, an old friend, for living to this day."

"Hehe, in your heart, I've always been the same person as you."

"The reason why you have been trying to convince me is not really for me, but to prove to the holy emperor that you don't see the wrong person."

The more he said, the more he felt ironic. How could he regard such a person as a friend.

If I didn't know Jiang Baimu's true identity today, I'm afraid I would be deceived by him all my life.

"I have given you ten thousand years. Since you are so stubborn, I have done my duty. I don't have to feel guilty if I kill you today. I can give an account to the holy emperor when I return to the temple of the God of war."

Jiang Baimu's face was ferocious, and the sky also showed a ferocious face. Lightning opened its teeth and claws like a devil, and the whole valley became a thunder hell.

In the void, although protected by the void array, Long Yang and Mingji still felt a palpitation.

"The strength of the old fox surnamed Jiang is so terrible that I'm afraid that Mingshi's ancestor is not his opponent."

A dark palace master was worried.

"There is divine array protection here. I'm not worried that the old ancestor of the dead body can't beat each other. What I'm worried about is that he can't be cruel to kill each other."

"Nine" road.

"Yes, I didn't expect that the ancestor of the dead body was also a person who valued feelings, which was more unfavorable to him."

Another master of the nether palace was also very worried.

"On the way of pursuing martial arts, martial artists face different tests all the time. It would be a good thing for him if Mingshi Laozu could get out of this shadow."

Long Yang said.

"The more bumpy a person's experience is, if he keeps his original heart unchanged, he will often go farther than others."

Mingji nodded approvingly.

"That's a good one."

"Ha ha ha."

Seeing that Jiang Baimu finally showed his true face, the ancestor of Mingshi couldn't help laughing up to the sky, but the laughter was full of endless sadness.

"Old ghost, in order to get close to you, I always hid my real strength. Even at the peak, you are not my opponent. What's more, you are now seriously injured. You are scared in my thunder holy land."

Jiang Baimu's momentum soared, his hands stretched out, pulled down the thunder and lightning from the sky, and threw it like a whip at the old ancestor of the dead body. There was a crackling sound in the void, tearing open the startling cracks.

"Really?"

"Ghost corpse finger."

The body of the dark corpse ancestor kept flashing among thousands of thunder and lightning. Similarly, his fingers were shining with the light of the holy moon. He got up quickly in the void. The attack power of Jiang Baimu's thunder whip was weakened a little with each click. When the ninth point was clicked, the thunder whip was broken into nine sections and turned into a little thunder awn and disappeared.

"Eh, you have recovered to level 9. It seems that the martial saints sent by the God of war hall twice died in your hand, and their storage rings also fell on your hand. You can recover so quickly."

"But even so, you can only linger a little longer."

"Aoki thunder."

Jiang Baimu's momentum soared again. A green wood rose from the ground and soon grew into a big tree supporting the sky. The branches swayed wildly. The thunder all over the sky poured down like nine days of thunder and rushed to the ancestor of the dead body.

Seeing here, the Dragon finch "Nine" and the ten masters of the nether palace could not help but change their faces. Only long Yang and Mingji were still full of confidence in the ancestor of the nether corpse.

"Styx anger."

The ancestor of the ghost corpse had a thought. The nine big bodies were distributed in nine directions. The spirit of the ghost soared to the sky, and ten people clapped a palm in the void at the same time.

Boom!

The surrounding void explodes and flashes out of the array pattern, forming a thoroughfare to heaven. A Styx River rushes from the thoroughfare to the sky, and the thunder suddenly collapses.

Pooh.

Jiang Baimu's holy land cracked like a spider's web, and his body trembled violently. A mouthful of blood couldn't help gushing out. He looked at the dark corpse ancestor and his nine separate bodies in the void with disbelief.

"You... Have become the secret skill of the ancient dark god."

Jiang Baimu managed to suppress the blood gas churning in his body, and couldn't help but make a sound of cold air pumping in his mouth.

Jiang Baimu is no stranger to the ancient secret art of Styx anger.

In those years, when he was practicing in the underworld with the ancestor of the dead body, he got this incomplete secret skill in an ancient relic. The two people have realized it for many years, but now they are suddenly shocked to see it displayed from the ancestor of the dead body.

It was also in that experience that the ancestor of the dead body was poisoned by the corpse. After a narrow life, there was the ancestor of the dead body who later became famous in the Wanwu continent.

"It's really thanks to you sealing me in the Beidou demon sealing array that I was saved by the boy Longyang. I met an ancient evil ghost master here. After the understanding of the three of us, I succeeded in cultivation."

The dead ancestor booed and sighed. People's destiny is full of variables. Sometimes one thing can completely change a person's destiny.

On the other hand, without Jiang Baimu, there might not be today's ghost ancestor.

"No, even if you fully understand this secret skill, you can't give full play to the power of this secret skill with your current cultivation level of level 9 Ming saint."

Jiang Baimu road.

"Our real killer mace is this secret skill, and the largest divine array here is established to stimulate the power of this secret skill."

"You thought you were smart and didn't fall into the divine array. How could you think that when you first stepped into the ruins of the ancient nether temple, you had no way out and entered the attack range of this secret art."

"Farewell, my old friend."

A trace of pain flashed in the eyes of the old ancestor of the dead body when he spoke, and then separated from the nine big bodies to stimulate the divine array again. The river Styx reappeared and rushed to Jiang Baimu.

Jiang Baimu finally followed in the footsteps of others and remained in the ruins of the ancient Ming Temple forever.