Douba's Peerless Immortal Sound

Chapter 44
"clang"

The giant ice palm slapped it angrily, only to see that it seemed to have an energy shield, resisting Zhuang Yang's attack.

"Did you come out by yourself, or did I beat you out?" Zhuang Yang narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

He has been in the Holy Realm for many years and has a strong premonition, so he directly infiltrated his soul power before, it was terrible, and he saw a pair of blood-colored eyes staring at him blankly, even terrifying.

So he guessed that that guy was the ghost who killed Zhuge Hao!
Seeing Xiao Shanbao not moving, Zhuang Yang's momentum surged, which shocked Yun Lao who was far away and had to stay away from here.

Frost spread and climbed towards the energy cover on the tomb. This is the second use after using the extreme black ice three years ago. I saw Xiling ice, sandalwood ice, and Wanling purple ice in it. Once touched, the protective cover Unable to resist at all, it shattered into pieces with a "ding".

"Bang", "Bang"

Two consecutive low voices came from the tomb. Hearing the sounds, it seemed that he was about to break out of the tomb!

Zhuang Yang didn't dare to be careless, and retreated more than ten meters away.

Finally, the hill exploded, dust flew up, and scattered all over the sky. Afterwards, a big hand stretched out from the grave and slapped Zhuang Yang.

"Although I don't know what your cultivation level is, but if you harm someone, you will die!" Zhuang Yang said in a low voice, swiping his sleeve robe, and slapped him with a big black ice palm.

He was a little startled, the energy emanating from the opponent's palm was very majestic, not weaker than him, it was just a ghost, could it be that he was a fighting saint in his lifetime?

The next moment, the two energies collided, and a huge storm erupted. Frost fell everywhere in the surrounding space, and the air fell in vain.

The ripples spread, causing the forest around the tomb to sway, and they were destroyed one after another, turning into icy debris, almost all of them suffered.

"My deity has only been asleep for two years and you have found me. You are worthy of the people of the Polar Empire!"

A sinister voice came from under the exploding mountain bag, and a petite figure was slowly floating in the air. He seemed to be eight or nine years old, with three eyes open, and a grim expression on his face. It was him, raising his hand to fight against the saint palm.

Zhuang Yang was startled, is this guy in Zhuge Hao's body?
How can a guy who possesses someone else's body have the strength of a Dou Sheng, unless he is in front of him, it is really difficult to determine the strength.

And he also mentioned the polar empire before, he seems to have a grudge against this empire!

"As a fighting saint, why do you want to possess a child's body? Is it just for yourself?" Zhuang Yang said coldly.

"Dou Sheng? This deity disdains this cultivation level. If it was ten thousand years ago, this deity could easily kill you, tsk tsk, but it is a pity that ten thousand years have passed and the cultivation base is not here, otherwise you would not have survived to this day!"

The ghost's face was grim, and a pair of small fists were clenched tightly, as if it wanted to crush Zhuang Yang's head.

"Really!" Zhuang Yang smiled, and said with a sneer: "You also know that ten thousand years have passed, and your cultivation base is no longer there. Do you really think that you are in the glory of the past, looking for a draw?"

After finishing speaking, Zhuang Yang grabbed it with his hand, and the Qingyun flute appeared in his hand.

"Hmph, I was able to move across the world back then, and I can still do it in the future. It's even better if you, the Dou Sheng of the Polar Empire, are a seedling in a container!" His right hand froze, and an energy ball was thrown over.

Just like the truth, a melodious voice floated slowly, "Woo~", it was the sound of a fairy, like mountains and rivers in a fairyland, with an inexplicable feeling.

And in that fairy sound, a big mountain came down, with strong energy, and suddenly blocked the energy ball, like a stone falling into the sea, without any waves.

"Ahhh, damn it, it's the sound of the flute again, I'll kill you!" The ghost possessing Zhuge Hao's body hugged his head, his face was congested with blood, and his veins burst out, as if he was thinking of the bitter things that happened a long time ago.

"Die, die, die!"

Crazy, completely crazy, he saw that Zhuang Yang's flute kept on playing, the more he played, the more vigorously he played, and he lost his rationality in an instant.

The violent energy was like a torrential rain, which never returned, but did not cause much movement.

In the outside world, Yun Lao was dumbfounded, the mountains and rivers were too powerful, floating in front of Zhuang Yang, once any attack hit it, it was like a little brother beating a big brother, it didn't hurt at all.

"It's useless, physical attacks are basically useless against my mountain and river map, unless your cultivation level is much higher than mine!" Zhuang Yang shook his head, this sound breaking mountains and rivers is a great ruthless magic formula, it was used by Aunt Lan for him, saying that it can be attacked Can be kept, more practical.

Indeed, this sound breaking mountains and rivers is very useful. Once used, in a battle of the same level, the attacks received are basically ineffective, and it can even beat the opponent to the point of being unable to take care of themselves.

Mountains and rivers are turned upside down, just like yin and yang exchanging breath, one yin and one yang, attacking and receiving each other, and whoever fights against each other.

"Wow", "Wow"

The Mianmian River flows through, the energy is very powerful and uninterrupted, and the surrounding space can't bear the majestic force, and feels oppressed.

"It's been ten thousand years, why is it this instrument again, why is it a musician again, I hate it!" The ghost clutched Zhuge Hao's head, in great pain.

What he said for ten thousand years seems to be hiding a secret, but they are all monsters ten thousand years ago, so why not kill you.

Grasping the right time, Zhuang Yang shot away, the soul power formed a palm, pinched the ghost's neck, and with a push of "piu", it flew out of Zhuge Hao's body.

The blood-colored eyes... are exactly the same as what they saw when the soul power penetrated them before.

"Tell me, where did you come from, and why are you in the Douqi Continent!"

Looking at the changed, old-looking soul body in front of him, if he didn't have strong perception, it would be impossible to notice it.

Zhuang Yang was very curious, whether he was driven to the mainland by his parents in his previous life!
"Hehe, thousands of years have passed. Back then, the strong were such sick dogs that they couldn't even deal with an ant. I really hate it. Why did you throw me into this garbage continent!"

The old man, the ghost who didn't know whether it was a man or a woman spoke, his voice was very hoarse, obviously very old, but he didn't show mercy at all.

"You dare to act presumptuously in front of me with a soul body, who gave you the courage?" Another big hand of the soul was formed, and it slapped the ghost with a slap, which was very effective!
"Don't dare to beep me, be careful I will imprison you, try what life is better than death!"

Some ghosts just don't know how to flatter you, and they will turn up to the sky if you give them a little face. Zhuang Yang is not used to you, he can beat you, it doesn't matter who you are, as long as you are not familiar with it, your favorite big mouth will definitely come to you face!

In the end, after enduring more than 20 loving touches, the ghost said everything willingly, with tears in his eyes, mixed with unspeakable and unclear emotions in his heart.

"After reincarnation, find a good person to reincarnate. If you don't do anything good, you want to be a ghost." Zhuang Yang didn't give it time to talk, and with a "click", it crushed him.

When the feeling disappeared completely, he came to Elder Yun to check the symptoms of Zhuge Hao's little friend!
　This book is the book of fighting against the sky, not time travel. Another one, today is Valentine's Day, I wish you a single Wang can find a girlfriend as soon as possible, er, forget about the author, although he is very handsome, but before I have no money, I will not look for it
　　
　
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