Chapter 1090：

"You are a human being, and you want to stop this king's avenue. There is only one dead end!!"

"Life soul casts emperor body!!"

The souls of millions of people seemed to have been crushed by a millstone, and all the souls disintegrated and merged into the ghost of the ghost king of Beimang.

The old ghost's 90 million ghost energy fluctuated, and immediately climbed to 93 million, and it was still increasing rapidly.

Ye Fan was even more surprised to find that with the emergence of the strange mental power fluctuations, the spiritual flaws in the ghost king of Beimang had also disappeared.

He raised his brows, and said with a cold voice: "An old ghost who still wants to live forever, never to be destroyed, but also wants to prove the ghost emperor, it is really a daydream!"

"The ghost of you I killed was annihilated, and your soul flew away. Then see how you will never be destroyed, slash!!"

Ye Fan strode out, with the Soul Slashing Knife in his hand, and the purple-gold underworld sword Gang smashed down fiercely!

The North Mang Ghost King drew out the Ghost King Sword and dealt with them one by one.

However, the fluctuations in the ghostly spirit on his body are still increasing sharply.

One person, one ghost, after the collision and 78 swords, the ghost spirit on the Beiman Ghost King's body climbed and fixed to a terrifying level of 99 million.

Ding--

Ye Fan fought with the old ghost, and suddenly separated, standing 800 meters apart in the void.

He frowned slightly when he saw the terrifying spirit on the old ghost.

Beimang ghost king's blue ghost pupil returned to crystal clear green, and there was a hint of scarlet blood in it.

He spread his hands, and the ghostly spirits under the ruins of the Ghost Palace below suddenly condensed into black smoke dragons, all of which were absorbed into the ghosts and phenomena.

The nine-hundred-meter-high Ghost King's Faxiang swelled to nine hundred and ninety meters.

The king of ghosts is more powerful, colder, more dignified and domineering.

The thick ghost energy was quickly confined into the body by it, suppressing the Quartet and covering all things!

Ye Fanming swept his eyes and immediately saw the reality of the soaring ghostly spirit.

This Beimang ghost king used a million souls as an introduction, and then mobilized all the yin and ghost auras under the Beiman Mountain, and condensed them together.

In a flash, it thickened the foundation of his ghost energy, causing the ghost energy fluctuations to surge to the peak of the eighth sequence apocalypse.

The old ghost felt that the fluctuation of his ghost spirit no longer increased, and he looked at Ye Fan with resentment in a pair of dark green ghost pupils.

"This method of soul-casting the emperor's body, this king originally wanted to keep it until the peak of the eighth sequence doomsday level, and then use it to achieve the real body of the ghost emperor in one fell swoop!"

"It's okay now, I was forced to reveal it in advance by you little bastard!"

"Humph--"

"Well, when you kill you, pull out your soul, and then converge the souls of all the base cities near Beiman Mountain, and then gather ten million souls, and once again forge the way of my emperor!!"

"Hahaha--"

Beimang Ghost King sneered and roared: "Ghost King Seal, Ning!"

The nine hundred and ninety-meter-high Ghost King Faxiang, held up with his right hand.

The surging and majestic mysterious black ghost Qi Guigang burst out and condensed into a small ancient city in the right hand of Faxiang.

The upper part is the city, and the lower part is the square black seal seat.

This is exactly the ghost king's seal crushed by Ye Fan before.

now,

With the surging ghost aura by the North Mang Ghost King, it recondensed.

On the right hand of the Ghost King Faxiang, the Ghost King Seal reunited at the same time.

The old ghost looked at Ye Fan with a murderous roar: "Thousands of ghost soldiers, kill—"

The North Mang Ghost King stood in the void majesticly, holding the Ghost King Seal with his palm.

Suddenly there was a horse neighing long beside him, and the sound of the armor colliding sounded.

The rich ghost gang, impressively condensed under the old ghost into a majestic emperor.

The ghost king of Beimang stood on the emperor's robe with a high canopy supporting his head, his majesty and majesty!

There are countless ghost soldiers and ghost soldiers around, either riding ferocious ghost beasts, or holding sharp ghost weapons, forming a force of thousands of horses.

The turbulent frontier billowing like a sea tide and tsunami, and the crushing void has bursts of vacuum ripples.

All the ghost soldiers condensed from the ghost gang stepped in the vacuum channel, swiftly striding towards Ye Fan!

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan narrowed his eyes.

Mind motivating.

Behind him, the seven-hundred-meter-high Yama's face, suddenly burst into purple-gold brilliance.

With Yan Luo pen in hand, life and death is aside.

Wow!

The pages are turning.

"Yan Luo punishes evil and suppresses!!"

Huh--

Ye Fan swiped a big pen, brushing down a black light that punishes evil.

The black light of the thickness of the bucket shuttled through the void in an instant, hitting the vacuum channel and thousands of ghost soldiers.

There was a bang.

The vacuum channel disintegrated instantly!

The black light is like an angry dragon, rushing through the thousands of ghost soldiers formed by ghosts in the passage!

All the ghost soldiers were shattered in an instant.

At this moment, the raging force of the soldiers melted and dissociated as if the ice and snow met the warm sun.

The North Mang Ghost King saw that Ye Fan resolved his attack so easily, his heart shook slightly.