Chapter 3005: Crackdown (1)

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"It's easy to do. Are you interested in following me?" Qin Ming invited with a smile. This ghost is really good. If you personally help it to condition, it may be stronger.
"Human! You may be dead just because of this sentence!" Zhuolu has a ruthless temperament and cannot tolerate any provocation. At other times, it may really have eaten this human now, but today it is from him I felt an indescribable pressure on my body, and I didn't even have the strong feeling of challenge.
It's as if ... inexplicably kind ...
"Then I want these Jiuyoutai, you won't stop it."
"No one can move Jiuyoutai! It belongs here, and will guard it forever, waiting for the Nether Gate to return!"
"Let me try?"
Dai Luocha descended from the sky and stepped heavily on the Black Mountain, shaking the mountain, shaking the eyes of the man in front of him: "Who is he?"
Roe deer slowly shook his head without saying a word, but his empty eyes kept falling on the man in front of him. He wanted to investigate, but saw a void, and there was a wonderful energy hidden in the depth of the void.
"This is the domain of Wuhundian, who are you?" Dai Luocha looked at the man in front of him. There are thousands of Wuhundian strongmen stationed here. How did he come in? At this time, he suddenly developed an inexplicable throbbing, involuntarily tense, and waited for himself. This feeling that he had never experienced made him strange at first, but he quickly understood why he was nervous. It turned out to be the soul of war in his body. !!
"It doesn't matter who I am. Jiuyoutai is not a place for living people. I want to take it away."
Dai Luocha frowned slightly: "Who sent you?"
"I don't belong to any forces. No one sent me. I just ... want to take away Jiuyoutai."
"I don't know, I am the domain of Wuhun Temple. I am the owner of these nine Youtais!" Dai Luocha warned the man in front of him and forcibly mobilized the soul and soul in his body.
"Jiuyoutai is a holy holy weapon, aren't you afraid that you will cause the haunting punishment?" Qin Ming smiled slightly.
"I'm joking with you?" Dai Luocha detonated all over the air, shattering Montenegro, the mountain climbed through the cracks, the rocks were scattered, and a horrible death gas accompanied the monstrous soul and mighty sky. Turned into a violent outline of a giant ape, Dai Luocha's body quickly tightened, blue veins crawled all over his body, his eyes were bloody, his human emotions faded, and only ruin and death remained.
The essence of the martial arts of the Wuhundian lies in condensing the battle spirits. It used to look for the buried ancient human souls or the powerful spirits of the demon. Since the Wuhundian turned its focus to the ghost, they began to try to smelt the ghosts to kill. Soul, they almost buried the Wuhun Temple in the beginning. Later, they really found the key to the blend of life and death. They began to smelt the soul and killed the soul from 10,000 years ago, and paved the way for their rise.
The mountains shook, and the strong souls of the meditation halls of meditation everywhere awoke, soared into the sky, gathered in all directions, and saw Qin Ming's life very strange. Why was there a living person?
"Back! I'll clean it up by myself!" Dai Luocha was wrapped in death gas, his eyes glowed with two blood rays, locking the Qin life in front of him.
"Disperse!" The elder disciples of Wuhundian all dispersed, but did not retreat directly. They scattered among the mountains, all of them screamed sharply, boiled a strong soul power, and communicated the grieving spirits in the body. The stormy weather turned into a silhouette. As if all ghosts were crying, the sound of the mountains was driving the dying gas from afar, covering the sky and darkness.
Qin Ming looked at the killing soul of Dai Luocha, and looked around the surrounding mountains, and in turn glanced at those seemingly horrifying souls. "Dead souls can actually enter the human body. Are your souls still there? I don't realize what a good fusion this is. You look at yourself and get rid of a zombie!"
"Less nonsense." Dai Luo teased violently, his growl was sharp, his muscles were stiff as iron, he set off a frenzy of death, and slammed Qin Ming. He has an indestructible body, no pain and no emotions. In this lonely place, a steady stream of death can keep him fighting, endlessly.
however……
Qin Ming remained motionless. In the moment when the rushing atmosphere was like a tide, a deafening noise was shaken, the sound of the bell, shaking the world, and the invisible sound wave rolled almost a hundred miles in an instant. All living souls. The Dairo tea that killed the nearer was the first to be hit. The violent killing soul in the body was forcibly torn out in the turbulent sound, and he almost left the body of Dairo tea, with a sharply twisted outline and pain.
Dai Luocha trembled throughout the body, apparently without emotion and pain, but felt the pain of a long absence in an instant, as if the body and soul were torn apart alive, and the consciousness became blurred.
The same scene happened between the mountains. All the elders and disciples in the Wuhun Temple all screamed and died, and most of the dead souls proud of themselves in the body broke away, as if roasted and calcined. Usually twisted.
Qin Ming threw a punch and banged heavily on the forehead of Dai Luo Tea. A ghostly imprint, like a howling serpent, burrowed in, entangled the killing soul inside.
Dai Luocha tossed on his back and rolled down from the top of the mountain. He forcibly sobered and issued a shout to Qin Ming: "Dare to mess with Wuhun Temple, you don't want to be alive again!"
Dead gas boiled again, soaring into anger, a loud noise, and a riot, as if more than a dozen ghost volcanoes erupted one after another, the momentum was extremely large, and even more than a dozen ghosts of ghosts were formed behind him.
It has the appearance of a human, a silhouette of a raptor, and the shadow of a giant beast, or it is tens of meters tall or hundreds of meters tall. All of them are entangled with death gas, their feet are overcast and thunderous, as if they are going to tear. Crack the soul.
Dai Luocha stepped on the cracked mountain body, controlled more than a dozen powerful ghosts, and launched a fierce attack on Qin Ming.
"Wow!"
Qin Ming blasted up thousands of chains, raging across the world, dancing fiercely, and rushing to the killing souls.
In this dreary place, between this ghost mountain, all the ghosts and beasts are very scary, they can suppress all beings, and they can invade all kinds of martial arts. Just the harsh howling can make people confused, and the soul is stinging. . However, they are not facing strangers, not ordinary warriors, but Qin Ming, who is in control of the new world and is ruled by the ghost.
"boom!!"
"Boom boom!"
The chains are blasted with thunder, and they are like a tide, wearing the bodies of those ghosts and souls one after another, blowing up the deadly gas, bursting the horrible fire, destroying them, and destroying them all. There are hundreds of bombardments that go to the chain. The flesh and blood of Dai Luocha shook the soul in his body.
"Roar!!"
"what!!"
The Wraith screamed, and the living screamed.
Dai Luo Tea even flew out again with the soul, this time more painful and embarrassing.
"The master of the palace!" The ten thousand strong men on the Wuhun palace changed disgustingly, and they could hardly believe their eyes. The palace masters who had frightened the men and women for the first time defeated so easily?
Qin Ming shrugged his shoulders, raised his body slightly, and slammed a fist, slamming a punch and bombarding the mountain below his feet.
The mountain body burst instantly, gravel scattered, and the shock wave mixed with the mighty Mingwei poured directly into the stratum, rolling in anger for dozens of miles, shaking the mountain bases everywhere. In the rumbling sound, a large number of dead bones buried deep in the ground were launched, shattering the mountains, bursting into the sky, and all penetrated the body of the disciples of Wuhun Temple.
Bone Crit, like white rage!
Penetrating through the heroes, like a river of blood!