Chapter 1111

Countless thin hair like sword Qi penetrates the whole space, forming a net that cannot be broken free.

Secret sword · star trace!

There was a gust of wind in the dark passage.

The light net is scattered in the wind and is hanging in all directions.

Cut off the hands, head, chest, viscera, all over the sky to sprinkle.

The rigid monk was wiped out by large areas.

But the living monks were not moved.

They stood there coldly, gazing at the flying sword in the air with a strange expression.

"It turns out to be the ghost king of the netherworld who has never been born." They said in unison.

It's like a certain existence speaking to Gu Qingshan through the mouth of all monks.

The next second.

All the flesh and blood bodies that were killed all flew back and fell on the vermilion gate and were sucked in silently.

A strange red awn is dense on the gate.

Creak -

the gate opened slowly.

The wind was blowing all over the place.

Hundreds of armored skeletons, armed with various weapons, flew out of the door.

The skeletons, surrounded by phosphorous fire, gallop down toward Gu Qingshan.

Ghost soldiers of the netherworld!

Those monks who were killed by Gu Qingshan with one sword passed through the vermilion gate and became ghost soldiers of the netherworld!

The rest of the monks laughed strangely and said in the same voice:

"it's said that the ghost king of huangquan can control all the dead, but I don't believe it. Come on, let me try your weight."

As if he had not heard of it, Gu Qingshan waved a huge white sword.

All the ghosts and soldiers roared and rushed to the sword.

Jingle! Jingle!

The sword was cut on them, making innumerable cross blows.

The ghosts and soldiers were held back by the sword, and suddenly a Yin Qi rose from their bodies.

In a moment, they are completely turned into shadows, and the huge sword light penetrates their bodies and flies towards the far sky.

Those friars said triumphantly: "ghosts and soldiers are born to penetrate all things in the world. I'd like to see how you deal with it."

As soon as the words fell, Gu Qingshan, with his sword in his hand, suddenly disappeared.

He appeared in a concentration of monks.

"Looking for death!" The monks snapped.

"Ah, ah, ah --" Gu Qingshan suddenly let out a violent drink.

A strong storm sprang up from him, turned into a black air current visible to the eye, and scattered in all directions.

The power of dragon blood!

In the past, in order to avoid this kind of domineering power infecting others, Gu Qingshan always covered his breath with a dark and silent cloak.

After seeing Su Xueer's injury, Gu Qingshan is angry and doesn't want to think about anything.

Since the opening of the world sacrifice, the power of a demon dragon has been completely subdued and is slowly transforming into his power.

Gu Qingshan has been able to drive this force!

A stream of black air flowed into the bodies of many monks, which made them tremble all over.

All kinds of magic in their hands were suddenly extinguished.

That tyrannical dragon power is eroding them and changing them.

This is the most powerful power of the magic dragon!

This is the most powerful Horcrux of the ancient people!

No matter Gu Qingshan himself, or even the most powerful man in ancient times, did not have a good way to deal with the erosion of this kind of power. Finally, he could only rely on the dance of sacrificing life of all living beings to eliminate it.

How can these monks from other lands know how to deal with it?

Their eyes were clear and bright one after another, but soon they could not stand the force of sending out all kinds of miserable cry.

Maybe after a period of pain, they will have the power seeds of the magic dragon, greatly speed up the cultivation speed, develop various abilities rapidly, and their strength will rise -

but they have no future.

"Die!"

Gu Qingshan spits out a word.

As the brilliant light turned, countless sword shadows flew from the long sword, which shot away like a startled goose.

More than a thousand living friars are killed!

Innumerable light and shadow turned into a trickle, which flew back in an instant and didn't enter Gu Qingshan's body.

"No, no, no, no, no --"

GU Qingshan closed his eyes and uttered an uncontrollable voice of pain.

As soon as the monks became the blood descendants of the demon dragon, they were completely killed by him, so their spiritual power, soul power and Qi and blood power were all absorbed by Gu Qingshan.

On the Ares interface, lines of small firefly characters quickly refresh:

"you have killed 1668 practitioners."

"Because you use the erosive power of the draconic blood, according to the rules of the demon dragon spirit, all their power belongs to you.""You've got 800000 soul power."

"All other kinds of powers begin to merge into the power of the dragon, and will continue to improve your strength in the next few days."

When Gu Qingshan finished scanning, he looked down.

Those ghosts are coming at a high speed.

But they're too slow to shrink.

"No! That's all my strength

On the vermilion gate, there was an angry voice.

As Gu Qingshan has just seen, it needs to absorb all the monks before it can be transformed into ghosts and soldiers.

Gu Qingshan only tested one sword, and immediately eroded all the friars with the power of the magic dragon, and then transformed it into his own strength.

His strategy changes so fast that the vermilion gate has no time to react.

Now, vermilion gate can no longer get those powers.

"Souls, return to the netherworld!"

There was a buzz from the vermilion gate.

The only thing left in the field was the souls of the monks.

Thousands of souls fly to the vermilion gate in panic.

They didn't even know how they died just now. Now they have to run away from Gu Qingshan.

Gu Qingshan watched the scene quietly and said in a soft voice:

"since you dare to hurt my people, you should not enter the netherworld."

He pulled out the prison ghost King's staff.

All souls are in the void, unable to move.

Those who have died must respect the order of the ghost king of the netherworld, or the soul will disappear completely.

The vermilion gate sent out a thunderous roar: "ghost king, you dare to be so presumptuous, my ghost door god wants you to die today!"

The void vibrates violently.

The light and shadow belonging to the secret corridor is becoming vague and illusory.

The whole world is illusory.

And another world is emerging.

Magic, life and death rotation!

Overcast clouds, ghost gas sky, Yellow River above, is a grotesque rocky pass.

The vermilion gate stands at this pass, emitting dazzling red light.

"Come on, all into the netherworld, ghost king, you and your people will be trapped here forever

Far and near, there were countless gods and monsters flying into the sky.

He looked down and saw that Su Xueer and Lanxiu were all drawn into the shadow of the world.

The voice of the earth sword suddenly sounded:

"Gu Qingshan, try to find a way. This is the shadow of the alternation of the two realms. Once this technique is completed, the shadow of the world will become real, so we will stay in this world completely."

Gu Qingshan said without expression: "I can see it, but I want to say -"

"it dare to let me return to the dead end..."

On the scepter, the eye socket of the one horned skull emits red light.

Gu Qingshan murmured: "no matter who you are, now wake up to me, and our war is about to start."

The source of the dead!

With this power, the ghost king of the netherworld can communicate with all the dead in space, and make the dead who fall into a deep sleep immediately wake up.

At once, in the debris of the netherworld, all the dead who had fallen asleep in the eighteen layers of hell opened their eyes at the same time.

In a flash, they understand what's going on.

After countless years, the master of hell finally appeared!

Gu Qingshan waved the ghost King's staff fiercely and roared:

"come on, no matter who you have been ruled by and what kind of karma you have, from this moment on, hell is under my control!"

The prison world is broken up!

This is the power to open the eighteen hells.

Dense dead people began to appear in the yellow spring.

With the power of the ghost King's staff, they are released from the collapsed hell!

"If anyone dares to stop me..." Gu Qingshan said softly.

The scepter sends out endless red light, which makes the whole world shake.

On the side of the mountain and the Bank of the forgetful River, the earth fell into violent shaking.

-- six battles!

Hell begins to separate from the netherworld!

Roaring -

the whole 18 layers of hell are breaking away from the depths of the yellow spring.

Hundreds of millions of dead roared.

"Long live the ghost king!"

"No one can resist the king of hell!"

At the same time.

At the same time, the sound of panic of countless gods rang out:

"quickly cancel the skill of rotation of life and death!"

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