"Huh? No, why does the Netherworld Ghost King's body look like this? But his face does look like the Netherworld Ghost King. It's so weird!" The ancestor spirit in the center of the lake calmed down the throbbing in his heart and squinted at the strange Yuanling that appeared inexplicably in front of him.
"Oh my, dear Ghost King, have you just woken up? Are you showing off your head in the deep sea? I am your master, Immortal Lang! Stop looking at me stupidly, and hurry up and deal with that ugly monster. I'm sorry. Are you going to bully it? Then give it three moves! Just kill it after three moves. Stop torturing it. I have a lot to do, and this ugly monster is not worth my time!" A Lang stared at the humanoid with dull eyes. Yuan Ling warned him for a while, and then nuzzled his mouth towards the ancestral spirit in the center of Netherworld Lake, signaling the humanoid Yuan Ling to turn his attention to the ancestral spirit in the center of the lake.
As A Lang kept pouting, the humanoid Yuanling with the appearance of the Ghost King of All Realms finally turned around again, and then looked blankly at the ancestral spirit in the center of Netherworld Lake.
"Hmph, do you want to show off in front of me? You don't need three moves, I can annihilate you all with one move! Alas... What a pity. I wanted to slowly torture you, a little evil beast, but I killed ten thousand people in the middle. Realm Ghost King Yuan Ling, although you, the Ten Thousand Realm Ghost King Yuan Ling, are obviously suspected of being fake, you are somewhat related to the legendary Ghost King of Ten Thousand Realms. Be careful and sail the thousand-year ship, and I am too lazy to argue with you. The grudge between us Let's end it here. In the face of absolute strength, you are nothing more than an ant after all!" The ancestor spirit in the center of the Netherworld Lake slowly closed his eyes after speaking, then slowly stretched his limbs, and then softly read the seven words "The spirit of water, the source of spirit". Everything!”
As the ancestral spirit in the center of Netherworld Lake whispered, Alang noticed a burst of dazzling blue light coming from behind. Scanning the dazzling blue light, A Lang twisted his head with all his strength. After the turning movement was completed, A Lang fell into stunned shock again. All the numerous blue circles of light were seen glowing brightly, and the expressions of the creatures imprisoned within the circles were extremely painful, as if they were undergoing inhuman torture. As the aperture becomes brighter and brighter, the bodies of the creatures within the aperture become thinner and thinner quickly, visible to the naked eye, and their expressions become increasingly painful. Finally, as the creatures in the aperture hung their heads in confusion, the brightness of the blue light in the aperture finally stopped growing.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, countless blue light ropes surged from the light group to the ancestral spirit in the center of the lake. The light ropes converged into blue tributaries and shone with dazzling blue light. After the ancestral spirit in the center of the lake absorbed a steady stream of blue spiritual power, its whole body gradually became illusory, and a blue light shone throughout the Netherworld Lake. A Lang's eyes were illuminated by the dazzling blue light and could not open for a moment.
"The spirit of water, water annihilates all living beings!" The ancestral spirit in the center of the lake was wrapped in dazzling blue light, and its whole body became illusory, looking at Alang and Alang's Yuanling like a god.
As the whispers floated out from the mouths of the ancestral spirits in the center of the lake, the entire Netherworld Lake turned into a blue ocean, and a breathtaking wave of spiritual power surged throughout the Netherworld Lake. Before Alang could sigh at the strange spiritual fluctuations, the water in Netherworld Lake solidified visibly to the naked eye. Seeing the water surrounding his body slowly leaving, Alang once again felt endless fear in his heart, "Baby Ghost King, you are my little ancestor, if you can survive this time, I will listen to you in everything from now on!!" !" Ah Lang roared, trying to wake up the ghost king champion spirit with empty eyes.
Alang Yuanling twisted his body mechanically after hearing the roar. After a moment of confusion, his eyes inadvertently flashed with light, and then he raised his head and stared at the god-like ancestral spirit in the center of the ghostly lake.
