"Boy, you dare to trespass into the sea of yaksha ghosts. You are really tired of living!" The leader of the yaksha ghosts who called themselves Yan Mo asked coldly with his arms crossed and staring at Cheng Ling proudly.
"Brother, why are you talking so much nonsense? No matter who he is, kill him first!" Next to him, Yan Ling, the second commander of the Yasha Ghost, said murderously, eager to try, his eyes full of violent killing intent.
"Eldest brother, second brother, and third brother Yan Shura haven't arrived yet. Do you want to wait for him for a while?" Yan Zhen, the fourth commander of the Yaksha ghosts, hesitated for a moment and then asked in a low voice.
In their words and deeds, several people seemed to regard Cheng Ling as the one in their pocket, and they were extremely arrogant and domineering. They had no idea that the third brother Yan Shura in their mouth had died under his sword and went to the real Hell of Hell. . Ad-free network am~w~w.
Cheng Ling, however, remained calm and ignored him. His dark eyes looked through the dark team of Yaksha ghosts into the distance. His huge spiritual consciousness allowed him to sense an even more terrifying aura, and he remained motionless, watching the situation here from a distance.
No need to guess, the opponent is most likely the king of the ghost sea-Yaksha Ghost King Yan Ming!
"This opponent is worth watching..."
Cheng Ling withdrew his gaze and thought thoughtfully. The aura of the Yaksha Ghost King was as dense as a mountain, as thick as the sea, and exuded the aura of killing the cold. It was obvious that he had experienced hundreds of battles and should not be underestimated.
It can even be said that this Yaksha Ghost King is the first ghost king-level powerhouse he encountered when he entered the Netherworld and made him feel a little pressure!
Of course, it's just pressure.
Regarding this, Cheng Ling was even a little impatient. The higher his cultivation level and the stronger his fighting power, the harder it was for him to find an opponent worthy of a fight. They were either too weak, like the elders of the Cui family, or too strong, like Emperor Huangquan. , Chuguan Wang and others.
On the contrary, it is extremely difficult to meet an opponent like Yasha Ghost King who is on the same level as him and can put a little pressure on him.
This is how cold it is at high places.
Strictly speaking, Cheng Ling has reached the extreme limit of the ghost king realm. Whether in the fairy world or the netherworld, it is difficult to find a rival among his peers. As for going up further, it has exceeded the limitations of the realm and has become an existence on another level, which cannot be compared together.
"You brat, how dare you ignore us! Kill me, little ones!"
Yan Ling, the second commander of the Yaksha Ghosts, was the most irritable by nature. Seeing that Cheng Ling was ignoring them, he immediately became furious and roared to the sky.
Whoosh whoosh!
The next moment, more than a hundred Yaksha ghost guards behind Yan Ling all mobilized, flapping their wings, like a group of demons emerging from hell, letting out weird laughter, roaring, and charging towards Cheng Ling.
Boom!
The attack of the Yasha ghost clan is very simple, even rough, it is to charge! Extremely brave and powerful, he is as powerful as an iron cavalry riding through mountains and rivers, and his attacks are like running thunder across the wilderness, carrying an unstoppable and terrifying momentum.
However, as soon as they moved, Cheng Ling also moved.
Buzz!
With the long sword in his hand, the blade of the sword swirled with purple thunder, like the arrival of a thunder god, slashing away with a chilling, ruthless, and killing power of all things.
Since entering the Netherworld, he has used the Sky Thunder Sword Technique the most. Now he has reached the point where he can use his sword as he pleases, and he has become more proficient in the understanding of the secret of thunder and the integration of sword techniques. These demons and monsters have extremely powerful restraint effects.
As the artistic conception of swordsmanship and swordsmanship improved, and with the help of the Netherworld Secret Record, he came into contact with the three great ideals of the Netherworld in turn.
Although the judgment and the other side are not fully understood, the power of Taoism integrated into the swordsmanship often produces incredible effects.
This sword has overwhelming killing intent!
This sword is like extradition!
This sword is like a judgment and judgment!
This sword is like reincarnation!
This sword seems to be able to separate the sky, the earth, and the people into black and white, good and evil, and pure and dirty, and bring all the laws of heaven and earth back into order...
When the sword fell, the world seemed to return to silence and fell into stillness. Only a sharp edge, like tearing through chaos, flashed away. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and one could clearly see that on the faces of the three leaders of the Yaksha ghost clan, Yan Mo, Yan Ling, and Yan Zhen, a sinister smile appeared on the faces of the three leaders of the Yaksha ghost clan, who seemed to have a sure chance of victory.
You can see the murderous look in the scarlet eyes of the more than 300 Yaksha ghost guards who are charging towards them.
But all of this turned into shock and confusion in the next moment, and there was even an indescribable palpitation.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The Yaksha ghosts that rushed over trembled violently, and soon their whole bodies turned into pieces of flesh, falling with a crash, as if they were dismembered by thousands of sharp blades at the same time. The scene was cruel and terrifying, and the whole body suddenly fell. When he died, the ferocious smile on his face did not disappear.
This scene also broke the silence of the atmosphere.
Next, there was a dull burst of pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop. Immediately afterwards, clouds of scarlet blood rained down into the air, dyeing the sea surface red!
With just one strike of the sword, more than a hundred Yaksha ghost guards turned into a rain of blood, spreading across the world.
This scene cannot be described in words. You must know that these are more than a hundred strong ghost kings. But before they can attack them, they are like a group of ants, being crushed to death by a sword!
The horrific and miserable scene, like a bloody purgatory, shocked the entire audience.
What follows is endless fear, spreading like a tide into the hearts of every Yaksha ghost, like a poisonous snake, devouring and disintegrating their fighting spirit.
Their expressions changed dramatically, their pupils shrank, and their whole bodies trembled, like ants falling into an abyss, their dead souls emerging!
Even the three leaders of the Yaksha Ghost Clan, Yan Mo, Yan Ling, and Yan Zhen, couldn't help but tremble, and their expressions were serious to the extreme, revealing extremely fear.
Who would have thought that this little-known boy in front of him could actually have such a terrifying fighting ability?
Just because I didn't expect it, I was shocked to the extreme and scared to the extreme.
This sword strike was just as Cheng Ling expected - taking the lead!
Likewise, this is the full force of his sword that he can exert in his current state, in order to break through this heavily besieged situation, smash it into pieces, and create a path to the sky that will make the enemy's liver and gallbladder split apart!
Of course, no one noticed that Cheng Ling's face turned pale for a moment after striking out the sword.
for a long time......
Cheng Ling stood in the sky, dressed in purple and looking like a spear, as if he wanted to poke a hole in the sky. The power caused by the sword just now made everyone looking at him become extremely fearful, as if they were facing a supreme swordsman master!
At this time, he was trying his best to restore the immortal energy in his body.
Because the sword strike just now emptied almost two-thirds of his immortal energy. If it weren't for the huge power of space in his body, he wouldn't be able to keep his body stable. If not, he would have taken advantage of the good situation created by this sword to kill him repeatedly. Killed it.
"Kill! Come together and kill this damn guy! Otherwise none of us will survive!"
At this time, Yan Mo, the commander of the Yaksha Ghost, also reacted from the shock and roared fiercely. He knew very well that his opponent might be scary, but compared to it, the most terrifying thing was to have his fighting spirit destroyed.
If the fighting spirit is gone, how can we talk about survival?
"Kill! Come together and destroy this thief!" Second Commander Yan Ling shouted to boost morale.
"Kill! I, a warrior of the Yaksha Ghost Clan, have the blood of conquest and killing, why should I be afraid of a battle?" Yan Zhen, the fourth commander, also had an iron complexion and shouted sternly.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
...
The three commanders of the Yaksha ghost guards shouted in unison, which immediately reawakened the fighting spirit in the hearts of the Yaksha ghosts. The fear in their hearts was swept away, and their fighting spirit was burning.
"Third Commander Yan Shuluo and his subordinates are all dead. Do you want to make the same mistake again?" Seeing this, Cheng Ling only said a word.
The voice was calm, but it reached the ears of every Yaksha ghost guard clearly and unmistakably.
All of a sudden, their re-united fighting spirit was slightly frustrated, and their faces looked uncertain.
"Stupid! Can you believe what that kid says?"
"The Third Commander is so powerful that he can't be killed so easily. This guy is a liar, trying to disrupt the morale of the army!"
Yan Mo and Yan Ling were shocked and angry, and shouted loudly.
Seeing this, Cheng Ling couldn't help but feel a hint of sarcasm on his lips. They were really a bunch of simple-minded guys.
Uh-huh!
Although he was thinking this, the others had disappeared and rushed into the group of Yaksha ghosts.
At this time, the immortal essence in his body had slowly recovered. As soon as he took action, he descended the mountain like a tiger. With his left hand, the sky was covered with a layer of majestic thunder power.
Taking one step forward, with himself as the center, all the thunder roared and collided with each other to produce violent energy. Broken black holes were reflected in the void, like ripples and waves, rising one after another, creating a terrifying force field, twisting, Rotate and spread in all directions.
Under the influence of this weird and terrifying force field, the bodies of all the Yaksha ghost guards, including the three commanders, could not help but be severely twisted. Everyone had a feeling that they would be torn apart in the next moment. .
Facing such a powerful thunder power, the Yaksha ghost tribe instinctively felt a little fear. This person is actually so powerful!
All the Yaksha ghost clan guards trembled in their hearts and moved backwards unconsciously.
Cheng Ling's feet stepped on the void, flickering in the void, like the god of death harvesting lives. The sound of each falling footstep was shocking to the soul. It was incredibly fast and carried a fierce murderous intention.
What is incredible is that although he created great movement, his sword moves were ethereal and light, like falling willow leaves. The sword energy was like petals, like unrivaled sharp blades, spreading in all directions. No tracks captured.
Puff puff!
Their minds were shocked by Cheng Ling. Some of the Yaksha ghost guards who were a little slower to retreat were directly invaded by the sword energy. Judging from the appearance, there were no injuries, but their internal meridians were severed, their souls were shattered, and they were silent. No life left.
"Damn it!"
The commander-in-chief Yan Mo's face was ferocious and twisted, and a strong black light burst out from his whole body, as if he had transformed into a great demon, with black clouds surrounding his body, and evil aura rising into the sky. In that evil aura, a sea of blood, skeletons, dead bodies, and ghosts were actually created... ...Waiting for the vision, it seemed like the door to hell had been opened.
boom!
In the black clouds and mist, Yan Mo soared into the air with his wings, crossed the void with one step, and struck with a punch. This punch was like a demon coming out, entwined with a terrifying soul-eating aura.
Cheng Ling could feel that if he was hit by Yan Mo's punch, even if his body was strong enough, the vitality in his body would be severely damaged, and his muscles, bones, and tendons would all be turned into dead matter.
This is an extremely terrifying and vicious punch that can turn people into ghosts and corpses into bones!
