Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

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Mo Qiu fell to the top of a mountain and looked into the distance.

The first thing that catches the eye is a huge ghost that is more than a hundred feet tall, and its entire body is made up of many snow-white skeletons.

The breath of ghosts is vast and endless.

Even though they are far apart, Mo Qiu still feels like he is in the midst of the raging waves, and the mountains below him seem to be swaying.

Yongxuetian ghost!

The former master of the Qifei Palace, the current teacher of King Lu Emperor Ku, and the master of the late ghost king, a mysterious existence.

However, even though Yong Xuetian Ghost was imposing and huge, Mo Qiu's sight was still firmly locked by another figure.

The golden clothes are like silk and metal. They are flexible and tough. There are many mysterious patterns on them, and they emit bright golden light.

The figure is not large, and it is even more inconspicuous in front of the ghosts as high as 100 meters.

But where he is, it seems to be the focus of this world, which makes people subconsciously cast their eyes on him.

That kind of sovereign, contemptuous demeanor, and even distorted a certain law, eclipsed everything around him.

One of the three masters of the ancestral temple, Wang Huang

Wang Huang does not have a famous nickname, nor does he have a great reputation in all directions, but the title of the master of the ancestral temple is enough to overwhelm everything.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the ghost of Yongxuetian, a trace of doubt flashed in Wang Huang's eyes. He had never seen him before, but for some reason he felt the aura on his body was a little familiar.

Then he spoke slowly:

"Have we met before?"

"Hey-hey…"

Yong Xuetian ghost chuckled softly:

"Don't dare, in the next wilderness lonely soul, how can I climb up the relationship with the ancestral temple hall master, the king hall master really looks up to the old man."

"Humph!" Wang Huang frowned, looking unhappy:

"In the kingdom of Shang, even if Wang is not familiar with the existence of the ghost king in the later stage, he has heard of it, but he has never heard of your name."

"Yongxuetian ghost..."

"who are you?"

Wugui knows the identity and origin of Yongxuetian's ghost, and even many ghosts in King Lu's realm are not clear, it can be said to be mysterious.

So mysterious, yet somewhat familiar.

Wang Huang couldn't help but wonder.

"Why do you need to ask more?" The ghost of Yongxuetian stretched out his body, the yin energy around him surged like a tidal wave, lingering within a hundred miles as if it were real:

"Since you and I are opponents, are you going to be merciful if you climb up the relationship?"

"Not bad." Wang Huang nodded:

"What do you want to know after taking you down? Wang Zike will slowly torture him. No one can withstand the more than 3,600 ways to torture ghosts in the ancestral temple."

Hearing this, Yong Xuetian's voice sank: "I'm afraid, Your Excellency, you don't have the ability!"

Before his voice fell, a flower suddenly appeared in front of him.

A touch of golden light suddenly appeared in front of the door. The golden light was not big, but it locked the huge ghost body of Ghost King Yong Xue in an instant.

"Shh!"

Wang Huang stretched out his five fingers, his palm was facing down, the inside was slightly sunken, and the golden light was intertwined like a thread, like covering the sky with his hand facing down.

If he doesn't make a move, he will move.

The tiny body swelled instantly, like a **** with bright golden light, pressing the giant palm towards the opponent with no expression on his face.

Mo Qiu's eyes shrank in the distance, his body tightened instantly, and the Bai Pi Dao hidden in his body also trembled spontaneously and wanted to appear.

Danger!

So strong!

"Good come!"

In the face of Wang Huang's overwhelming palm, Yong Xuetian's eyes twitched, his body twisted, and a colorful glow slashed toward the sky against the trend.

"Zheng!"

The sword light passed through the sky, and a rush of non-thinking, non-non-thinking thoughts rushed out, like madness, stupidity, madness..., and slashed towards the golden light.

The law has soul!

Mo Qiu's heart moved, and then he slowly shook his head.

It shouldn't be that the law has a primordial spirit, but that the ghost weapon of Yongxuetian has hidden spirituality, and this idea is not spontaneously generated by the swordsmanship.

but from the knife.

The two seem to be very different, but in fact they are very different.

If the idea has a soul, it must be cultivated to a certain limit in the supernatural power and martial arts, and the boundary level must be broken, so that it can be self-sustaining.

Ghosts, you don't need to.

However, ghost weapons with spirituality are also rare, especially the existence that can withstand the horror power of the ghost king in the later stage.

The knife light was cut out, and the golden light suddenly dimmed.

Wang Huang's complexion couldn't help sinking, and the swordsmanship and strength of the ghost in front of him were far beyond his expectations.

"Humph!"

In the low hum, a layer of dim black light covered his palm, and the palm remained unchanged, as if it was locked and held on one side, colliding with the knife light.

"Peng!"

Before the subtle collision sound could be heard, the two ghosts disappeared in place.

Mo Qiu turned his head, and two phantoms appeared at the same time several miles away.

next moment.

"boom…"

The mountain was uneasy, and two terrifying giants broke through the mountain.

It was only now that Mo Qiu could see their movements and what was in their hands.

The ghost of Yong Xuetian carried a long transparent sword. The light of the sword flickered with colorful brilliance. The brilliance was not just for looks, but also had the power to split everything. devour.

His knives are equally good.

The ghost body of more than 100 feet does not affect the flexibility at all. The huge body is combined with the knife, turning into a man-devouring knife, flashing frantically.

Every flicker, if it is real, can tear a huge crack on the ground that stretches for more than ten miles.

Prejudice.

Such unexpected power was condensed into one point, and it did not disperse at all, only at the moment when the opponent collided, it burst open.

This kind of operation of his own power has reached its limit.

It should be noted that the bigger the body and the stronger the strength, the more difficult it is to control, don't ask for the blessing of the power of the heavenly soldiers, and the strength is not even worse than the eleventh-order dragon.

But in operation, it is difficult to be meticulous.

Seven non-celestial swords!

Mo Qiu's eyes flickered, the top inheritance of the Seven Fei Palaces that Emperor Ku had said appeared in his mind, and then he looked at Yongxuetiangui's opponent.

Wang Huang, the same is not bad.

He was wrapped in golden light, and his hands were clap, grabbing, or playing. I don't know what secrets his hands had, but they were able to resist the sword light without hurting.

Compared with his opponent, his movements are not fast, but he has the grand master bearing of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, and every move is just right.

The control of power and the grasp of skills have also reached the extreme.

"boom…"

Collision, came again.

The expressions of the two ghosts froze at the same time, and their breath increased sharply.

The initial temptation could not see the depth of the other party, but now they are really moving.

Mo Qiu waved his long sleeves lightly, and a layer of profound light firmly protected him, but the mountain below him began to collapse silently.

"Crash..."

A sword light that was more than a hundred miles long fell from the sky, and the stars in the sky were connected to it.

This is the real Seven Feather Heavenly Sword.

at the same time.

A layer of golden light appeared on the ground, the golden light intertwined and merged into layers of light and shadow, and countless golden threads collided with the Seven Fei Heavenly Sabre against the trend.

Silently.

A huge void covering a radius of more than ten miles appeared out of thin air, and countless rocks were thrown towards the core of the void, which was immediately shattered by a huge force.

The knife light and the golden light collided again.

Mo Qiu's face was gloomy, and his eyes became more dignified.

The power of the two ghosts far exceeded his expectations, and the strength that had just been greatly improved did not seem to bring much confidence.

The strength of the martial arts of the ghosts in the underworld is equally incredible.

Although the inheritance has been lost, and there is no specific tier division, there is no doubt that the martial arts of the two ghosts have the ability to break three levels.

and.

They can master their own exercises finely and accurately.

Although Mo Qiu has a great method and has broken more levels, his cultivation is too low, and the small horse-drawn cart can't last for too long at all.

No matter from which direction, there is a certain gap with the two ghosts.

"Boom..."

The deafening roar brought him back to his senses.

Looking at the field again, huge ravines appeared in front of us, and two streamers flickered wildly in the power of a hundred miles, depending on time and space as nothing.

Move the void!

Mo Qiu's heart sank again.

"who are you?"

Wang Huang growled:

"You are so clear about the ancestral temple's martial arts and have such a profound cultivation base. Your Excellency is definitely not a foreign ghost. Where did you come from?"

"Humph!"

Yong Xuetian snorted lightly, the seven non-celestial swords slashed wildly, and seven sword lights appeared at the same time, the seven stars in the sky were bright, and the sword lights were abruptly prosperous.

"Ok?"

Wang Huang's eyes shrank, and he didn't have time to think about it. The palms were together, and the ten fingers bloomed like lotus flowers, and the secret method of the ancestral temple was covered with three thousand lotus pads.

"Ding ding ding dong..."

The knife light landed on the lotus, making a series of crisp collision sounds, the sound stopped abruptly, and then a breath drifted away.

"Want to escape?"

Wang Huang snorted coldly, and the ghost figure was about to break through the air.

But as soon as his thoughts changed, he stopped moving again, his eyes flickered at the ghost who was far away, and he jumped up with a snort. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

The fight between the two ghosts did not last long, but from the initial temptation to the final all-out effort, everything was revealed.

'Get yourself over here...'

Mo Qiu's eyes flashed:

‘Do you want me to see the strength of the Ghost King in the later stage? ’

"Master Mo!" Wang Huangluo approached him, looking at him with a cold expression:

"When did you come here?"

The opponent just now was too strong, so he didn't dare to distract him, but he didn't notice that there was one more person nearby.

"Back to the hall master." Mo Qiu bowed:

"Momou was in a retreat, and when he noticed that the atmosphere here was different, he rushed over, just in time to see the hall master show off his might to repel his opponent."

"It's getting down faster. I believe other ghost friends are on their way."

"Humph!"

Wang Huang snorted coldly, raised his head slightly, and saw that there were many breaths approaching in the distance.

This place is not far from Prince Lu's Mansion. The two ghost kings fought against each other in the later stage, and there was such a big disturbance. Naturally, it was impossible to hide from other ghosts.

It's just that the aura here was too terrifying, and even if they noticed it, it is estimated that few would dare to come over.

Now that the battle is over, only Wang Huang's breath is left. The ghosts who have noticed the battle here have come to investigate the situation one after another.

Wang Huang looked back expressionlessly and asked:

"The former seven non-palace palace masters, you know."

"Qifei Palace?" Mo Qiu raised his head, shook his head and said:

"You should ask King Lu about this. As far as Momou knows, the Qifei Palace is quite mysterious, and even very few people know the name of the former owner."

Ask King Lu?

Wang Huang narrowed his eyes and immediately dismissed the idea.

In the fight just now, he had already seen that although the Yongxuetian ghost was very powerful, it seemed that he was injured, which was nothing to worry about.

See you next time...

Let him come and go!