Under One Person: Inheriting the Soul of the Sword, Luo Tian Dajiao at the beginning

But how.

In its eyes, Lin Xiu only has a human head.

Under the head, it is full of ghost hands.

Killing souls can devour ghosts, and ghosts can also eat back!

As long as the mind is in a trance for a moment, the outcome of this battle has already been announced.

For this sake, even if they lose, they will die together.

Because...there are countless greedy human beings below, watching it covetously!

Just don't know why.

It thinks it has a confident face that occupies the highest peak of dominance...

It was also hanging on Lin Xiu's face.

When those eyes looked directly at it, the long-lost feeling in my heart...

Started to vibrate.

why…

Seeing the seventh figure...

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Chapter 220 The Seventh Ghost God——The Horror Laxiu of the Evil God

The fierce battle returned to calm in a second.

Thousand touches volley.

Surrounded by countless tentacles, is a lonely teenager covered in scars.

Even the dripping blood turned dark purple.

The curse contained in each drop of blood is as strong as poison.

At this time, he is more like a gu body saint boy than Chen Duo.

"Is there... a winner?"

A disciple from an unknown sect expressed the question that everyone had in mind.

No one will give a definite answer to this question, and even if there is, no one dares to move.

The battle was heroic, and they were no longer able to intervene.

But if it stops now, what is the situation?

Should I go?

"Not separated yet..."

Feng Zhenghao murmured, this scene is too spectacular.

deeply imprinted in my mind.

In Longhu Mountain, a celibate boy dared to go down the mountain as the master of all sexes.

Here in Biyou Village, the young man looked directly at the greatest creature in the world in the posture of slaying a dragon.

That thousand touches hang in the sky.

It is clear that he has the advantage, but he is afraid.

There seemed to be another inexplicable hostility rising from this young man.

In a trance, I began to think...

Would it be a good sign for the Feng family that Feng Shayan could be his first target?

The thought was quickly thrown out of his mind.

Even if Quan Xing is at the peak of his power, so what.

Isn't the lesson of grandfather Feng Tianyang not enough?

It has a relationship with Quanxing, fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and it is hard to tell whether it is good or bad.

Before he could come to a conclusion in his mind, Guan Shihua spoke to him rarely.

"No, separated..."

In her old age, there was a youthful vigor in her eyes.

Lin Xiu, who was regarded as a devil by everyone, had a dazzling light in her eyes.

No one noticed.

Only the immortals who had been paying attention to ghosts and gods discovered it.

An overwhelming fear emerged from his body.

The meaning of fear reveals greed.

Even she, who was hundreds of miles away, could clearly feel...the other figure inside Lin Xiu——

hungry.

It is eager to appear.

It hasn't come out in the body all the time, not because it doesn't want to.

But Lin Xiu is not strong enough, far from being able to call it out.

Not even with my whole life.

Because this "door" is not big enough!

At this moment, all the disciples of Chumaxian knelt on the ground.

Feng Zhenghao was so frightened that he took half a step back.

What is it that made the whole sect make such an outrageous move.

They are devoutly worshiping the coming of a Venerable One.

"President Feng, you should make a choice, even if it violates the ancestral precepts of the Feng family, so what?"

"Guan, what do you mean! Could it be that he—"

Not finished.

Glancing over from the corner of the eye, Lin Xiu moved slowly, raising the hand holding Heidao·Dark Moon little by little.

The power of the curse emerges from the blade.

There is nothing more evil than this!

Obviously the movements are very slow, and the steps are obviously not moving.

Obviously everyone knows that the next move is extremely powerful.

but……

No one dares to move!

Even the thousand tentacles of Rotes volleying in the air trembled.

It has the strongest spiritual power, and it begins to feel afraid.

The weakness of the dying, the erosion of plague ghosts and ghosts and Kaluo.

It will be its spiritual power that breaks through the defense.

When the defense was broken, it seemed that a pair of shining eyes were watching it.

watching relentlessly...

No slights, no threats.

It's like... examining a gourmet meal.

As an apostle, he didn't leave the gourmet with the slightest fear.

It seems that since its birth, it only cares about eating.

Without any consciousness, it has only done one thing since it appeared in the world of ghosts and gods.

swallow!

soul...swallow

ghosts... swallow

It swallows even the apostles!

The knife fell suddenly, without causing any wind, just like a child beating the ground feebly.

It looks ridiculous and small.

But no one dared to ridicule, and no one dared to show the slightest contempt.

In the body filled with ghost hands, groups of disgusting mucus appeared.

It kept spraying out, and there was a sticky liquid on the ground.

Muddy and ugly.

Even the elites of the various sects began to lose their hands and feet and fell to the ground.

Those disciples of the Horse Immortals all lay on the ground, expressing their greatest respect for the coming gourmets!

Besides Rotes, another wave of spiritual power swept through the souls of everyone in Biyou Village.

This mental power is domineering and unobtrusive, as if forcibly pulling out the souls of everyone, take a good look.

What's more, incontinence on the spot!

But Lin Xiu's body is still emerging, even half of her body is trapped inside.

A vast swamp clearly appeared in front of everyone.