Can you finally bear it?
Hearing that the Undead Ghost King was coming, a cold light flashed in Mo Nan's eyes. Although he had never met the Undead Ghost King and had no hatred, both of them had already regarded each other as mortal enemies.
The rise of Mo Nan has directly affected the rule of the Undead Ghost King. One mountain cannot contain two tigers, and the Undead Ghost King will never let Mo Nan go!
Similarly, Mo Nan needs to leave the Wasteland of Time, and the City of Time is the only way to go, so he must have a fierce collision with the Undead King!
"Then let's meet him!"
As Mo Nan said, he stepped out and left the city. Luo Xi also hesitated for a while, but still thought that the big thing was the most important thing, so she also followed.
The arrival of the Undead Ghost King has caused a sensation in the entire Fentian City in a short period of time, and many cultivators are trembling. Under hundreds of years of rule, the name of the Immortal Ghost King is enough to scare countless practitioners.
When he reached the top of Fentian City, Mo Nan stopped his body and raised his eyes to look into the distance.
There was already a group of cultivators standing here with pale faces, discussing something in a low voice, and the atmosphere was oppressive for a while.
"The casual cultivator in front reported that he saw the team of the Undead Ghost King approaching. Looking at the sky in the sky, it is true that the Undead Ghost King has come out. He hasn't left Time City for so many years. It seems that he will make a big move this time. .”
All the cultivators looked towards the sky, where there were dark sky phenomena, as if the night was falling and a storm was about to come.
But this kind of celestial phenomenon should not have appeared in the wasteland of time, and even if they glanced at the dark celestial phenomenon, the hearts of the practitioners trembled inexplicably.
There is really too much eerie aura in the black clouds in the sky, as if thousands of innocent ghosts are inside, making extremely shrill sounds.
"The Undead Ghost King himself, what big move can he make? He must be targeting Mo Yuzhu! This time, maybe we will all suffer! You should remember that the method of the Undead Ghost King three hundred years ago, It's too cruel!"
"Yes! However, we don't need to panic! Master Mo Yu's methods are also very powerful, and we have recovered so many cultivation bases, and we have a lot of ghost-breaking tridents. This time, if we want to do something, These ghosts will definitely pay the price!"
Speaking of this, many cultivators are shocked, and naturally there are many proud people among them.
In his heart, there is even a faint anticipation for a battle!
"Stop talking! The domain master is here!"
Suddenly, someone saw Mo Nan appearing, and immediately stopped the discussion.
A group of people saluted Mo Nan in unison, shouting up and down: "Meet Lord Mo Yu!"
Mo Nan nodded casually, without saying a word, and continued to gaze into the distance.
Dark clouds surged, and the shadow of ghosts slowly began to appear.
Black flags were fluttering in the wind, and a row of ghost messengers slowly appeared. Their speed seems to be very slow, but in fact they are all galloping forward, blowing the wind.
The densely packed appearance is clearly the situation in the ancient battlefield, when the army is approaching the city.
"coming--"
Under the leadership of groups of ghost soldiers, all the ghost soldiers have already appeared. They came this time, at least 50,000 to 60,000 people.
Among the thousands of troops, a huge figure caught the attention of all the cultivators.
It was a majestic giant, at least five or six meters tall. He seemed to be made of ceramics, and there were cracks on his face. One after another dark flames burned all over his body, and the flames rushed to the sky, hundreds of meters high, and those Wuwang ghosts floating in the sky seemed to be very fanatical about this kind of flame, and greedily swirled around in the flame.
"It's really the Undead Ghost King!" Sima Xingkong suddenly shouted, which immediately caused a commotion among the cultivators on the top of Burning Sky City.
There are two huge long horns on the head of the Undead Ghost King, like the horns of a buffalo. His eyes have no eyeballs, and the flames are always burning, as if they will not be extinguished for thousands of years.
He was sitting on a huge throne, floating in mid-air, and his powerful aura made the ghosts around him dare not look up!
"What's under his feet?"
Mo Nan watched from a distance, and suddenly asked.
Luo Xi was also at the side, and replied calmly: "That is the ghost weapon of the undead ghost king—the yellow mud table!"
The yellow clay platform is the table for enshrining gods and Buddhas in the temple, but this long rectangular table is all khaki-yellow in color! It is reminiscent of the kind of yellow mud buried deep in the coffin!
"Master Mo Yu has good eyesight! That yellow clay table is a great weapon of the Undead Ghost King. It can not only be used as a flying magic weapon, but also can attack and defend, and can also bombard the soul. No, all powerful people die in In this yellow mud platform." Not far away, the Longwei spoke.
Now, standing beside Mo Nan are dragon guards, saintesses who care about heart and other powerful people. This kind of formation standing in a crowd makes Mo Nan stand out that he is the person in power here.
In the far corner, Lin Haisheng and Gu Fenghua looked at Mo Nan with ugly expressions.
They looked down on Mo Nan before, but they didn't even have the qualification to stand beside Mo Nan in a short period of time. That kind of irony made them feel ashamed to see Mo Nan at all.
Boom... Boom...
Tens of thousands of ghost soldiers came and made earth-shattering sounds.
Far away!
As soon as the Undead Ghost King raised his head, two real rays of light shot out from his eyes, which pierced the sky and landed on Fentian City from a distance.
Boom!
Like two laser beams, they immediately emitted a powerful light under the bombardment.
A barrier of light was formed outside Fentian City, blocking these two rays of light.
"My God. The Undead Ghost King is here! What should I do? What should I do?"
Although no one was injured, countless cultivators were terrified, trembling, and even their voices trembled.
"Still coming out to meet the ghost king?"
Suddenly, in the densely packed formation, a leading ghost yelled angrily, and the sound echoed endlessly.
For a moment, all the cultivators looked at Mo Nan, as if they were waiting for Mo Nan to make a final decision.
Mo Nan's eyes were gloomy, and he suddenly shouted coldly: "Wait!!"
bass--
With a flash of his figure, he rushed out of the city, turned into an afterimage, and rushed away angrily.
His action stunned all the cultivators. In their impression, Mo Nan should let them be cannon fodder for a while before choosing to make a move or not to make a move.
But unexpectedly, Mo Nan, as the domain master, was the first to rush out!
Even Long Wei and the Saintess Tang Xin felt stunned for a while, thinking that this Mo Nan Territory Master is really not what ordinary people think.
As soon as these thoughts had passed, Mo Nan rushed away in anger.
"Hmph—how dare you come over to die! Kill him!"
The ghost messenger in front shouted angrily, and immediately directed a group of Wuwang ghosts to rush towards Mo Nan.
Those Wuwang ghosts are basically unconscious, they are in groups, scrambling to be the first, and rushing away angrily. In the process of rushing to kill, they kept shouting, and the momentum was so loud that it shook the entire Fentian City.
"Go away—"
Mo Nan snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and grasped the bloody-eyed battle gun. Then there was a bang, and several thunderbolts fell down and led the battle gun in his hand.
Total Annihilation!
Boom!
Mo Nan held the gun and rushed all the way, the Wuwang ghosts in front were like scarecrows, and a large group of them flew away with a single sweep.
Although there are many Wuwang ghosts, they can't even get close to Mo Nan at a distance of ten meters!
In just two breaths, Mo Nan had already charged into Wuwanggui's army!
The many cultivators on the top of the city were shocked immediately, and they all exclaimed. They had to use the ghost-breaking trident to deal with Wuwanggui, but it was unexpected that Mo Nan would do so with the gun in his hand. Prestige.
"Lord Mo Yu, you are indeed a person born with great luck!"
bang——
Seeing that those Wuwang ghosts were nothing more than paper and vulnerable, the leading ghost messengers all started to get angry.
"waste--"
The leading ghost messenger let out an angry roar, rays of light burst out from his body, and a faint aura permeated him, almost obliterating his figure. Then, he rushed out angrily, stirring up the situation, and slashed directly at Mo Nan with a ghost knife.
"Presumptuous!! You still don't kneel down and listen to the ghost king!"
While speaking, a ghost force blasted directly at Mo Nan, rushing into Mo Nan's sea of consciousness.
"Noisy!"
The speed of Mo Nan's fury didn't stop at all, and the ghost power attack, which had a strong attack power against cultivators, seemed to have no effect on him.
Bang——
Mo Nan smashed the ghost into pieces with one shot.
With a flash of figure, he shot at the Undead Ghost King!
"Undead ghost king, dare to fight me?!"
