Volume 1, Chapter 1026 Dragon Move (I)

1026 Dragon Movement

The finger of the Ghost Lord seemed to gather the potential world on it, and it could not resist at all. Its power was enough to shake a meteorite and quickly hit the young man.

But suddenly burst out of nowhere, turning this place into a ghost realm. The surrounding scene turned into four dark towers, standing in front, back, left and right, an obscure ghost talisman, which was as huge as a thousand feet, was lying across the sky to cover the present.

"Hmph! Even if I run away directly, I will not chase you. I, Haoming, will be withdrawn. Why waste another way to save my life?"

The young man glanced at the desolate land of the ghost world. There was a slight trace that flew away thousands of miles away. He could vaguely sense that more than ten thousand miles away, there seemed to be a more powerful existence to peek, at least at the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

"Xiao Yao, you couldn't keep him after all?"

A voice surged downward from the slant, and soon a lay Buddhist in green was standing with a wry smile on his face. He looked like he didn't see his opponent, and his breath was disordered.

In the deep space, there were more and more cold lights, like cold stars falling down one after another. They were high-level people in the Haoming Immortal Realm, summoned by the beam of light that burst up and returned one after another.

"At our level, it's not so easy to distinguish between life and death. Just do your best!"

The two of them walked side by side, and seemed to have already understood the battle situation on the ground. They saw that the ghost army gradually stopped 70,000 to 80,000 miles away, and the fairy world legion did not pursue them, which was the second insult to these ghosts.

A powerful aura, like a meteor coming to the world, returned to the ground one after another, with different expressions.

The seven Daluo Jinxian still looked as usual, as if they had just been playing around, and no one could see how much they had lost. They lined up in front to protect the two or three million people who were repaired.

More than twenty Taiyi had already had a few of them decayed and persisted tremblingly, but they had a smile on their faces.

'A ghost king has been broken by me, but unfortunately he escaped a ray of black light. This seems a bit contrary to common sense, but it is no different from the dead ghost. I will take advantage of it by chance.'

There was a middle-aged man with a soap robe and iron face. When he brushed his chest, several evil weapons appeared out of thin air. Some were strange in shape, some were gloomy and obscure, all of which contained great power.

‘I was lucky enough to use this silence to hurt the other party and reduce the pressure on me, Hao Ming, in this catastrophe!’

A yellow robe painted dragon, the majestic old Taoist, wiped his pale cheeks and dissipated his fatigue, but his body was still a little hunched, and he coughed a few times and declared.

Half a day later, four of the largest number of Golden Immortal Cultivators still have not returned yet. Without verbal inquiries, most of them have guessed their ending.

‘This is the Ghost Lord level **. You have gained a lot, but you also need to have a long experience!’

There was a big man with a red beard with a bit arrogant face. He took out a small snow-white box and opened it with a blink of an eye.

A white light ejected from the box, mixed with a few thunder arcs. Even if there was a scarlet string that tied it tightly, the tilted terrifying aura still made everyone shake several times.

It was the size of an egg, which looked like a white crystal covered with Taoist patterns. There was a powerful evil spirit inside. Several traces appeared in the void nearby, and a sizzling corrosive sound sounded.

"Sha Ling Cheng Zun?"

Someone exclaimed that the Paul tribe in the ghost world is also more sinister than the big ghost, but the number is rare. Every time the higher level appears, it will inevitably be the focus of everyone. Unexpectedly, one of them will fall into trouble in the first battle.

‘I killed two ghost masters, but here I have the achievements of falling fellow Taoists, so I dare not show off my bad luck alone, so I won’t show off.’

‘I am not talented, so I barely left a ghost master and did my best. Fortunately, I did not humiliate Hao Ming’s reputation.’

After roughly calculating the number of golden immortals, four golden immortals fell and five ghost masters seemed to be a good loss.

The most brilliant thing about this battle is the low-level cultivator. He defeated the most with few in the first battle, and killed nearly half of the ghost cultivators, with his momentum at the peak of his aura.

"retreat!"

At this moment, a voice resounded in everyone's ears, and the entire vast army was immediately silent, and it was as straight as a pine tree, and the roar stormed into the sky again.

"Abide by the order! Obey the order! Obey the order!"

Legions began to enter the cave one after another. Many monks turned around and glanced at the ghost world again, leaving a meaningful sneer, quite proud.

The seven Daluo almost formed a barrier to protect the retreat of the immortal army. Their divine thoughts ran through the void and collided with the same powerful auras more than ten thousand miles away.

"Which Taoist Lord has he hired to protect him?"

A sharp sound spread across the ancient dead trees. The flashing flames were not big, but they were visible in all worlds. The sound was extremely cold and calm. It seemed that there was no much anger or concern for the defeat of this battle.

"You have to say it a few times before you can believe it? I, Haoming Immortal Realm, have never stopped the Taoist Lord. Senior Sheng Yuan was reborn in Nirvana and returned to his hometown. Why do you need others to hide the shade?"

Qiu Huan, with a white robe and wide face, long hair, half gray and half black, with sharp eyes as sharp as a knife. When he saw a dead tree, he drifted forward 50,000 miles in a trance, and pulled straight to the vicinity of the army in the ghost world, which seemed to represent the supreme god.

The ghost cultivator after the defeat was still more than three or four million. At this moment, all of them were blessed by strange forces. The situation of depressedness and decay, and the aura of decay disappeared in a blink of an eye.

A ray of extremely yin ghost energy turned into dozens of black dragons, which instantly penetrated the army, then exploded and completely submerged within tens of thousands of miles.

Immediately afterwards, the huge and terrifying murderous aura seemed to be a long time apart, and returned to each ghost cultivator again, with the black fog disappeared, and the millions seemed to have also been reborn in Nirvana, returning to the peak state, with each spiritual formation.

"Shengyuan Daojun Nirvana? Hehe! Do you think our ghost world is all fools, and there is no ghost ancestor level existence?

When the Taoist Lord fought, the eight Daojun besieged Shengyuan and the superior side fell and died at the same time. A guy who became a saint and was defeated by several times of destruction was firmly believed by you and others to not die. Cough... Please change someone, okay?"

The black and red fire lotus that had just returned clearly contained extreme anger, which was completely contrary to the calmness of another ghost emperor. It seemed that the words of the Daluo Jinxian were almost unbearable, and each word was extremely depressing, comparable to falling from the sky.

"It's okay! This is not important. I haven't seen my true body. I'll hold you back to death. We will believe it for the time being, but where does your military formation and tactics originate? Who did this work come from?

We should always convince these juniors... that they lose, right?"
Chapter completed!