Taishang asks longevity

Chapter 813
"The power of your remnant soul has been exhausted, and I will be able to kill you soon."

Li Changsheng shouted loudly, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Only the golden seal came vibrating, and the phantom swung the axe and slashed out. In an instant, there was a loud "boom", which seemed to burst.

The phantom's aura suddenly weakened a lot.

But at this moment, he felt the ghostly aura of other people wafting from the palace.

For a moment, there was a gleam of joy on the face of the ghost, and he roared: "You can't kill me... the people of the Ghost King Sect have already entered the palace, just wait for a while, and the ghost king will come ...At that time, let me see how you resist..."

After hearing this, Li Changsheng frowned slightly.

Outside, several powerful auras seemed to pour into the palace.

Moying can feel it, and Li Changsheng can feel it too.

These auras are so powerful that they are probably not under the power of the phantom.

"I'll kill you first... When they come in, I'm already powerless..."

Li Changsheng gave a loud shout, and charged towards the phantom in a menacing manner.

The power like a violent wind and huge waves swept up, like a whirlwind, constantly boiling, and only saw rays of light, shattering the void, with unparalleled power, constantly pressing closer.

The phantom roared, and the "death axe" in his hand kept slashing.

The demonic evil spirit filled the sky, like huge waves, constantly rushing out, tearing apart the starry sky and deafening the ears.

"By the way, use this."

There was a flash of light in the little old man's eyeballs, as if he had thought of something.

I saw him exhausting all his strength and frantically digging into his pocket.

"Om" sound.

The golden light shot out, and the "Statue of Doumu Yuanjun" exuded a splendid brilliance, flew up in an instant, and went straight towards Li Changsheng.

With a frown, Li Changsheng spread his palms.

Sensing Li Changsheng's call, the Taoist treasure "Statue of Doumu Yuanjun" immediately flew to Li Changsheng's palm.

All of a sudden, the billowing power spread out.

The huge power kept bullying, as if it completely swallowed the magic power of the phantom. In the entire palace, the golden light was extremely dazzling, and the brilliance seemed to be more and more gorgeous.

The phantom roared again and again, but seemed to feel the huge power, and kept retreating.

The "Death Axe" in his hand also seemed to be imprisoned, and the dark power began to flow from his body.

Li Changsheng came from the sky, shouted angrily, and threw the "Statue of Lord Doumu Yuan" in his hand at the sky.

In an instant, the morning glow is overwhelming.

The phantom widened its frightened eyes and backed away again and again.

"no no……"

A roar came from his mouth.

At this moment, the "Statue of Doumu Yuanjun" seemed to come by the light of the sun and the moon, crystal clear, and the divine light swayed all over the sky, mighty and mighty.

Endless divine power surged out, continuously devouring the smoke-like black light on the phantom's body.

"No...it can't be..."

The ghost roared in horror, unable to believe it.

"boom!"

At this moment, in the "Statue of Doumu Yuanjun", a vast coercion that shook the sea of ​​clouds surged out, as if the air was distorted by the shock, and the power of chaos rolled in.

A divine light shot out from inside, piercing through all the noise with a long chant.

Endless brilliance, dazzling, like a dragon going out to sea.

The phantom's body condensed by endless ghost energy shattered and was completely enveloped by the power of golden light.

"what……"

At this moment, a blood-red light flashed across his eyes, he clenched the "Death Axe" tightly, and slashed towards the "Statue of Doumu Yuanjun" in mid-air.

Black light lingers around the body of the "Death Axe", with a majestic momentum, like a mountain, swept away with a mighty force.

"Bang" a loud noise.

Inside the "Statue of Doumu Yuanjun", rays of light oscillated, like ripples, spreading continuously.

The power of light completely blocked the power of the divine axe.

"I'll be darling, it's amazing..."

The little old man was dumbfounded.

The "Statue of Doumu Yuanjun" is worthy of being a Taoist treasure. Once it is in Li Changsheng's hands, it is like a tiger with wings added, and it is as strong as a magic shadow. Adding the "Death Axe", it can't resist it at all.

"Whoosh..."

In an instant, a golden light, like lightning, pierced through the phantom's body in an instant.

The phantom's body kept shaking, as if he had lost his strength, and the "Death Axe" dropped from his hand.

With a bang, the ax fell to the ground.

All I saw was that the phantom kept retreating, roaring again and again, as if unwilling to do so.

The black energy on his body continued to dissipate, and his tall body gradually disappeared.

In less than a moment, amidst a roar, the phantom completely disappeared.

The entire palace fell silent for a moment.

Outside, in the passageway, there were still bursts of loud noises from time to time. Supreme and Ghost King Zong fought against each other, and the battle had reached a fierce stage, and there was still no winner.

The little old man came back to his senses, his expression shocked, and he shouted: "Quick...that box...that box..."

After finishing speaking, he pointed his hand towards the small box on the table in the palace.

Li Changsheng's eyes were burning, and he also looked at the small box.

"Holding the 'Death Axe', split open that box..."

The little old man's face was pale, but at this moment, he shouted with all his strength.

Li Changsheng was startled, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

There must be some treasure in the box on the table, otherwise, it would be impossible to put it on it.

However, how did the little old man know that he needed to use the "Death Axe" to split the box?

At this moment, there were bursts of sounds from outside, which seemed to be getting closer and closer.

It seemed that the few people who were in the middle of the battle felt the disappearance of the phantom and were rushing towards the Ghost King Temple, but they refused to give in to each other.

At the critical moment, Li Changsheng couldn't think too much, and Li Changsheng didn't doubt what the little old man said. He immediately waved his arm and put away the "Statue of Doumu Yuanjun" in mid-air, and then went to pick up the "Statue of Doumu Yuanjun" that fell on the ground. Death Axe".

The billowing devilish energy emanated from the hair of the "Death Axe", faint and eerie.

As soon as Li Changsheng's hand touched this strange axe, he immediately felt a cold chill emanating from the handle of the "Death Axe", as if it wanted to invade Li Changsheng's blood.

This ax contained endless power and a violent aura. Although it was restrained in the magic soldier for a while, Li Changsheng could still feel the vast ocean-like power inside.

Li Changsheng held the "Death Axe" tightly, and walked towards the small box.

Every step he took seemed to have a mighty force, pressing heavily on his shoulders, as if trying to block his progress.

(End of this chapter)