Chapter 1518

"Um?!"

When the Underworld Ghost died, wisps of gray-white air flow emitted, Xia Ping felt his soul-devouring ability activated, creating a vortex, and instantly swallowed these gray-white air flow completely.

Then he felt that his soul was growing little by little, the power of his consciousness was increasing, even some of the Hell Golden Crow cells in his body were unsealed, and the power in his body was rising steadily.

Undoubtedly, killing ghosts seems to be of great benefit to him. He can devour the power of souls that dissipate after these ghosts die, and use them to strengthen his own soul.

For Xia Ping, these ghosts are no less than a tonic.

Thinking of this, he looked at this group of ghosts with even hotter eyes, as if looking at some delicious food.

"My God, actually killed a ghost with bare hands?!"

"There's no way to fight back."

Meng Nan and the others were stunned. It was scary enough for Xia Ping to easily kill thousands of petrified snakes before, but the underworld ghost, which represented great terror, was easily killed by the man in front of him, burned to death in an instant, and turned into ashes Ash.

They have never heard of such a method of beheading ghosts.

If human beings have the means to deal with ghosts like this, why should they be afraid of these monsters.

"Damn it, what kind of flame is this? Why can it hurt us ghosts?"

Many ghosts are horrified and fearful. They are used to being arrogant and domineering in this world, and they don't have much power to hurt them ghosts themselves.

But now there is actually a kind of flame that can burn them to death in an instant. This kind of power is simply terrifying, and they can feel that this kind of flame poses a great threat to them.

But this is also a matter of course. This kind of flame is the golden crow flame of hell. It was born with the most original power of hell, and it contains the power to destroy gods and demons.

It's a fool's dream that mere ghosts also want to resist the flames.

"Want to know why? Come on, let me tell you slowly."

Xia Ping's eyes showed a hint of coldness. He grabbed it with his big hand, generating a terrifying vortex force, and instantly caught another ghost. One after another, the ropes of spiritual consciousness appeared, like seals, binding its whole body.

"No, no, save me, save me!"

The underworld ghost let out a shrill scream, terrified.

With a bang, Xia Ping squeezed it with his big hand before the other ghosts could make a move. Immediately, its body was crushed and exploded. The whole body was covered in flames and burned to death.

"Damn human, dare to kill my people."

"Kill him, swarm up and devour his soul."

"Bullshit Huo Huo, you think that these crooked ways also want to deal with my ghost, you are just dreaming."

A head of ghosts shouted angrily, extremely angry, they went berserk, attacked and killed, the terrifying power of ghosts erupted, aimed at the soul, trying to destroy Xia Ping's soul.

In the face of such ghost power, any human being would have to die.

Hell Furnace!

Xia Ping sneered, and made seals with his hands. The Golden Crow blood in the hell trembled, and one after another hell runes and hell flames gushed out, quickly condensing into a huge melting pot.

This melting pot exudes ancient, chaotic, noble, and ruinous atmospheres, and countless scriptures of hell emerge, as if there are gods and demons chanting scriptures, ancient ancestors are praying, and angels are singing and buzzing.

One head after another of ghosts was caught off guard, and was swallowed by this hell furnace in an instant, just like Monkey King entering the eight trigrams alchemy furnace, and the flames of hell burned at the same time.

"Not good, hurry up, retreat quickly."

"Damn it, you've been fooled, you can't touch this furnace."

"Ah, ah, help, help!"

All ghosts let out shrill screams. The power of ghosts they are proud of has no effect in front of this furnace of hell, and their invisible bodies cannot escape the shackles of the furnace of hell.

They tried to escape, but were blocked by scriptures around the furnace in an instant, as if a barrier had been placed, enough to prevent all creatures from emerging from the furnace.

"Refining!"

Xia Ping formed seals with his hands, and majestic flames gushed out of his body, strand after strand of Hell Golden Crow flames erupted, turning the furnace into a sea of ​​flames, burning everything.

These ghosts screamed again and again, trying to turn mountains and seas, but when their bodies touched the flames, they burned instantly like oil touching the flames.

In an instant, these ghosts were burnt to death, turned into ashes and smoke, and turned into strands of gray-white breath.

And Xia Ping circulated the power of devouring, and a vortex was generated in his brain, swallowing all these gray-white airflows into his body, and his soul power also increased crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even with the increase of soul power, the mana in his body is also rising steadily, which has increased by a large margin.

Meng Nan and the others were dumbfounded. There were hundreds of ghosts who were invincible, and now Xia Ping had killed more than half of them.

"Damn it, what kind of secret technique did this human being use to swallow the soul power of our ghosts?"

"This human being is the enemy of our ghosts and must be killed, otherwise it will be a catastrophe."

"Retreat, retreat immediately, return to Wuxiang Mountain immediately, report to the Lord, and kill this human being."

The rest of the ghosts retreated. They knew that they were no match for this human being, and staying here would be a dead end, and they would be instantly killed and devoured by the opponent.

They made a decisive decision, broke into pieces, and fled in all directions at an extremely fast speed.

"It's useless, you can't escape."

Xia Ping immediately made a move, using his martial arts supernatural power - the Great Yin-Yang Throwing Stele Hand, and immediately a large hand appeared with the power of Yin-Yang, crushed down from the void, covering the sky and covering the earth for thousands of miles.

Immediately, a large yin and yang formation emerged, stirring up the yin and yang power thousands of miles away, forming an absolute domain, and the bodies of many ghosts were bound up, as if they were stuck in a quagmire, unable to move.

"Human beings, we are Wuxiang Mountain ghosts, if you dare to kill us, the Lord will not let you go."

"Let us go quickly, or you humans will be wiped out, blood will flow like rivers, and no armor will be left."

A head of ghosts roared, trying to intimidate Xia Ping and gain a chance of life.

"Wuxiang Mountain? What the hell kind of place is it? Even if you ask your master to come here, you will die if you come." Xia Ping sneered, disregarding the roar of these ghosts, and crushed them down with his palm.

He didn't care what the background of these ghosts was, if he dared to offend him, it would be a dead end, and it would be useless for anyone to come.

Boom!

This palm, like falling from the sky, shook the heavens and the earth, and instantly wiped out these ghosts and turned them into ashes.

Even the ground couldn't bear the force of the palm, and a pothole of hundreds of miles was created immediately. The town of Dangtu was also smashed into powder by the palm, and it was completely smashed, leaving no buildings behind.

There were tremors of magnitude seven or eight in a thousand miles around, the ground was cracked, and hundreds of cracks appeared, creating astonishing gaps, which made people horrified.