"This kid is said to be bloodthirsty. I see that the little Youlong is not willing to give in too much, and he is killing very crazily now!" Suppressing the worry in his heart, Lingkong glanced at the battlefield where the Youlong Tianjun was standing, and his tone was very

He responded calmly.

The battle at Youlong Tianjun's place was also extremely tragic, even fierce, because the hundreds of thousands of ghosts who were attracted were all involved in besieging and killing Youlong Tianjun. This made Youlong Tianjun

Tianjun, with one enemy against a hundred thousand, has no choice but to fight with all his life to kill him, otherwise death will definitely be waiting for him!

Accompanied by bursts of golden light flashing, the Dragon-Wandering Golden Sword in his hand continued to make deafening dragon roars, and sometimes turned into a huge golden dragon as big as a mountain, frantically killing the surrounding Netherworld, also killing to the point of madness.

His eyes turned red.

It can be said that both Wuming and Wandering Dragon Heavenly Lord are like demon kings, killing everyone.

Perhaps the only difference between the two of them is that the Youlong Tianjun fought very cleanly, not like Wuming at all. He would also pick up a Nether from time to time, say a few words to the other party, and then destroy it.

The other party seems to kill the other party without even saying a few words to the other party, as if he doesn't take the other party seriously.

As everyone knows, Wuming's "emphasis" on Netherworld also made him a murderous person in the eyes of many earthly immortals. Even Lingkong, who detained him and allowed him to participate in the training, was

Becoming wary of Wu Ming.

Fortunately, Wuming doesn't know what Ling Kong is thinking right now. Otherwise, he would definitely have said it very simply: "Bullshit Ling Kong villain, I worked hard for you, but you still want to kill me, what is it really?"

Neither!"

A hypocrite is much more disgusting than a real villain. Undoubtedly, the thoughts in Ling Kong's mind now make him look not like a gentleman, but like a hypocritical villain, a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"You bunch of bastards, you can't help but kill them. You all look quite old, how come you have trained like a dog!" Looking at the retreating You Ming around him, Wuming waved the Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hand.

, the dance is exciting and the words are compelling!

However, no one paid any attention to You Ming, who was already afraid of being killed by him. They all stared at him, but kept moving back, fearing that Wuming would suddenly burst out and kill again.

"Hey!"

Wuming looked at the Netherworld directly in front of him, and looked like he was about to take action. He also shouted aloud. The sound was not loud, but it frightened the Netherworlds in front of him, and they all trembled, and all of them were beaten solidly.

Stimulating spirit.

"Hahaha... You ghosts are really funny. You were so scared by me. Are you really scared?" Wuming laughed, but what made people feel numb was that in his laughter

There was no smile at all, only an increasingly obvious coldness.

This feeling is very strange and weird, and also very uncomfortable. It's like suddenly seeing a female ghost who is smiling at you on a windy night. It's too obvious.

There is no emotional warmth in the smile, just like a puppet, which makes you feel scary when you see it.

Now, the feeling that Wuming gives to those who are still alive is like this. It is really a sense of fear that comes from the heart and soul. Even if you close your eyes, you can't get rid of it.

Wuming's ruthless killing just now was like a seed of fear, which began to take root in the hearts of many ghosts, and slowly grew into a towering tree, not only casting a frightening shadow, but also accompanied by

The sinister laughter, that is a plant

Devil tree.

"Devil...Devil, run quickly!"

Under the gaze of Wuming's knife-like cold gaze, Netherworld finally couldn't bear it, and suddenly, a roaring voice sounded here.

Perhaps the voice of the frightened Netherworld was so shrill that the other Netherworlds that were slowly moving backwards were all infected by it, and each of them seemed to be going crazy. As soon as they turned their butts, they started to go crazy.

He ran away, not daring to look at Wuming again, as if he would die if he looked at him!

A thousand miles away!

Looking at the chaos and chaos of the Netherworld, Wuming couldn't help but think of these four words. Those Netherworlds were not only defeated like a mountain, they were just like a person eating croton. They fell thousands of miles in an instant and couldn't stop.

.

"It's so rapid that I can't even find a cork to stop it. Really, I'm so awesome, tsk tsk tsk..." Wuming sighed with emotion at first, and then praised himself very narcissistically, and the smile on his face finally disappeared.

No matter how cold it is, there is the warmth that a smile should have.

It's a pity that those ghosts who were frightened by him and fled madly didn't see it. They were running around in panic, so that it soon affected those ghosts who had just focused on the internal fighting and never paid attention to the nameless ghosts.

.

Seeing the collapse and fleeing of their kind, the more powerful Netherworlds all stopped in surprise. They looked at their fellow beings crazily breaking up and escaping in all directions, with shocked expressions on their faces.

Subconsciously, they looked at Wuming who was wearing battle armor, holding a halberd, and sitting on a horse in the distance. At this time, Wuming smiled very happily, and seemed to be immersed in the joy of being "too awesome"

Among them, this also made those Netherworlds who had not seen the nameless terror become confused.

"Is this the kid who scared these trash?"

"You look like a fool, are you that powerful?"

"Don't be fooled by its appearance. It can scare away so many of our kind. It's obviously not a soft persimmon."

"In my opinion, no matter whether he is powerful or not, let's kill him together. Why don't he ride a dragon when he's riding a horse?"

"What do you think? Do you want to take action together?"

"Kill that human being, and let's decide the winner among ourselves. Otherwise, I always feel that he is too annoying there, so let's take action together!"

…

After a brief exchange, there were more than 30,000 Netherworlds who had never seen Wuming's power. They all decided to deal with Wuming, an eyesore, first, and then continue to decide the winner internally and decide life and death!

"kill!"

Accompanied by thunderous shouts of killing, all the ghosts who had not taken action against the nameless ghosts just now took action.

After the fight, there were still at least 20,000 of them, and now they were all fighting towards Wuming, sweeping the sky and the earth like a torrent of steel, shaking the world and making people's scalp numb.

"Use the connection number of the body to kill the boy on horseback as soon as possible!"

I don't know which Netherworld is speaking and directing. At this time, all the Netherworlds that are rushing towards the nameless Netherworld are like fireworks exploding in the night sky. Bang bang bang, they all turn into a cloud of mist.

In an instant, more than 20,000 Netherworlds disappeared, replaced by a large

The clouds and mist that swept over looked like a sudden sandstorm, making people feel like the end of the world had arrived.

What's even more frightening is that the clouds and mist transformed by more than 20,000 netherworlds have all united together to form an extremely huge cloud, appearing gray and tending to darkness.

As a result, the clouds transformed by more than 20,000 Netherworlds looked like a large dark cloud falling on the swamp, sweeping towards Wuming with the terrifying gesture of thousands of troops rushing at the same time.

"It's interesting." A solemn light flashed through Wuming's eyes, and then he became excited. To be honest, it was the first time that Netherworld united and attacked in this way. It was the first time he had seen it. He said he was not shocked.

possible.

In addition, despite being shocked, a light kept flashing in his mind, as if he had found a way to study battle formations in the future, and he was truly inspired.

"I still haven't studied the formations deeply enough. If Anzhe were here, I'm afraid after just one look, many combinations of battle formations would pop up in his head!" Wuming sighed in his heart.

Then, his expression became solemn. More than 20,000 ghosts launched such a violent attack on him. The level of terror was no less than that of a human immortal. This was a very terrifying thing, and it was also

A very terrible fact.

"Since you Netherworld people are not like humans and the fog is not like fog, then don't blame me for targeting you." Wuming sneered.

Then, he stretched forward with one hand, and a bead flashing with colorful light appeared, but the flashing colorful light of this bead was different from what people usually see.

Because the flashing light is of dark color, it seems to be red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, but in fact it is dark red, dark yellow, dark green... seven colors like this.

"Let you see the power of the poisonous gas coming from the human world." Wuming said silently in his heart.

"Buzz!"

The dark seven-color light suddenly burst out, and the Poison Ezhu sacrificed by Wuming, like a blown up balloon, instantly grew bigger, and then like a sun that suddenly rose here, and then it started to grow again.

Like a spring that was constantly spewing water outwards, it began to spew poisonous gas outwards.

In an instant, the poisonous gas that Wuming collected from the Poison Realm with Poison Ezhu quickly condensed and formed here, and soon formed a large terrifying cloud.

Compared with those clouds formed by the netherworld, the poisonous gas cloud created by Wuming seems to be more terrifying and more intoxicating.

The whole body flashes with dark green, dark red... and many other colors that make people feel uncomfortable, and it also exudes a pungent and unpleasant smell. It seems to be an ominous mass, and it also seems to be a flying mass, giving

Not to mention how uncomfortable it feels.

"If this boy doesn't die, I will accept him as my disciple!"

Wuming's current state not only shocked the more than 20,000 Netherworlds who had turned into clouds, but also shocked all the Nine-Yin Absolute Hell Immortals outside Netherworld Prison.

What is even more unexpected is that Wuming also alerted the immortal who was hosting the training in Jiuyin Jue Prison this time!

Since the official start of the third stage of training, this was the first time that he opened his eyes actively. He looked at Wuming in the picture, and what he said immediately shocked all the earthly immortals in Jiuyin Jue Prison.

Lived.
Chapter completed!