I don’t know how many times the Ghost King’s head exploded, and his consciousness was already numb.

When he came to his senses, he realized that the Bull Demon was standing in front of him, as if he had only breathed a sigh of relief.

The crying sounds around him disappeared, the anger that penetrated into the soul disappeared.

The Ghost King of the Sea Tomb smiled bitterly: "Or...can't hold on anymore?"

The Yin Dragon on his neck was bleeding, and the frequency of repairing the ghost body was too fast, which made the Yin Dragon unbearable and almost kicked off.

Niu Meng only had the qi left, but no qi in. He bleeding from his seven orifices, and said with a slight smile: "The Ghost King is really strong."

The Ghost King of the Sea Tomb laughed heart-wrenchingly, this kind of laughter was a miserable life after the disaster: "A ghost general can force me to this level, and a ghost general can force me to this level! If you don't die... I'm angry!!!"

The ghost king of the Sea Tomb burst out all his yin energy, and all the ghost energy turned into six corpse sharks and bit them towards the cow.

This is his ultimate destructive magic, his unique skill. It is a waste to use Niu Meng, who has only breathed a breath, but this is difficult to relieve his hatred!

Niu Meng lost his strength to wail. The seven corpse sharks felt very uncomfortable to bite him together, but he could only bear it. He finally felt the pain of death.

The corpse shark disappeared, the ghost king of the sea tomb was severely injured, and he sat next to him: "A Zheng, are you okay... I'm very tired now, kill them all."

The Trench Ghost King shuddered and came back to his senses.

These ghost generals no longer have the stance of attacking, and they are obviously at the end of their strength.

The ghost in the river is keeping the temple from dispersing.

The skinning ghost is also maintaining the stability of the temple.

The hanged ghost was resurrected again, but he could hang up again with a weak breath.

The monk's head was still there, but he had no attack power.

The Ghost King of Trench looked at Niu Meng's minced meat with fear, and the minced meat was disappearing. This Bull Demon's ghost technique was really terrifying! He almost kicked the Yinlong that had been the Ghost King! Fortunately, he was dead.

The Trench Ghost King was moving forward, and he was not going to delay, but after a glance at him, he found something wrong.

"He is not dead?!"

The Trench Ghost King shouted.

The Ghost King of the Sea Tomb beside him roared: "Impossible! No one can escape the six corpse sharks!"

"He is really not dead!!!"

The Ghost King of Trench discovered that the minced meat on the ground did not disappear, but turned into... piles of scattered straws?

Suddenly, I was covered by a figure.

A two-meter-6-meter-long bull demon reappeared, looking down at him.

The straw on the ground is the human skin substitute!

Inside the statue of the god, the skinned ghost laughed loudly.

The weak hanged ghost shouted loudly.

Chen Jianggui's mouth was very cracked, and he liked the expressions of the two ghost kings opposite him.

Monk Shui clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, I just cried in tears. Why did you forget this?"

The Trench Ghost King was stuck in place like a detachment technique, and a big hand was stroked on his head. His eyes were straight: "You... Why are you not dead..."

Not only was he not dead, but the other party was not injured at all!

No injuries at all!!!

Niu Meng's eyes jokingly and groaned: "Guess?"

The Ghost King of Trench dared not guess, nor did he want to guess. His strength was still weaker than the Ghost King of Sea Tomb. Just now, the other party was almost kicked off the Yinlong by this bull demon. No matter what, he didn't want to repeat the old mistakes!

"Pi Li Ba Yin Dust!"

"Thunder shocked the ghosts and gods!"

"No sword is raised in ten thousand battles!"

"Mengzhi kills the immortal realm!"

The cow poured out his mouth, and the Trench Ghost King shouted: "Wait!!!"

Niu Meng looked at him in confusion. The Trench Ghost King gritted his teeth and said extremely hard: "I won't beat you anymore... I admit defeat..."

"A Zheng!"

"Shut up! I won't hit you anymore! I don't want to hit you anymore!!!"

The Trench Ghost King was almost roaring.

Previously, he had been scared by Niu Meng's ghost skills.

This is not an ordinary ghost general at all! It is not the group of water ghosts who only know how to rob at the Eighteen Villages of the South China Sea!

"A Zheng, I don't believe that he can be resurrected from the dead. That must be a ghost technique! I don't believe that this incredible ghost technique can be used for the second time! He is a ghost, not a spirit!"

"Shut up!"

The Ghost King of Trench was furious and was torn from the air. The Ghost King of the Sea Tomb was torn apart. He didn't expect his companions to attack him.

The abominable child's face was bitter at this moment: "I won't beat you."

I don’t know what the situation outside the Mirage Realm is. Even if this bull demon cannot be resurrected, if he uses the ghost technique just now, he will be severely injured. If the situation outside is not good, the body of the Ghost King will most likely be broken after he goes out!

He doesn't want to bet!

As long as he has strength, no matter what the situation outside is, he can escape.

He is a water ghost, and the Luhun Village can't trap him at all!

Niu Meng smiled, and so did the other ghost messengers.

At this moment, a strong sense of confidence permeated them all, and the Ghost King was nothing more than that!

...

In the ghost market, the Ghost King of Shijiao was crushed to his brain again and again, and the pain made him lose the idea of ​​resistance. Jiang Bi was having a lot of fun.

The Black Snake Ghost King Feng Xuantong has no advantage in one-on-two. His poisonous technique will be diluted by these water ghosts and can only barely deal with it.

The Soul-Swimming Ghost King and the White Whale Ghost King were in a stalemate.

The White Whale Ghost King is very anxious.

He and the King of Soul Swimming Ghosts each have their own victory or defeat, but there is no overwhelming advantage. Moreover, his companions are both at a disadvantage, and the King of Stone Reefs is almost killed.

"Why haven't A Zheng finished the fight yet?"

The white whale ghost king asked in a deep voice.

In his opinion, although the Trench Ghost King and the Sea Tomb Ghost King are the weakest, has it been so long since they solved the five ghost generals?

The King of Rotten Crab Ghost and the King of Fire Rock also reacted.

yes.

After fighting for so long, what are they doing?

Feng Xuantong narrowed her eyes and looked at Zhang Bu: "Can you end it soon? Go and support Niu Meng and the others?"

Zhang Bu was helpless: "This ghost king is like a stubborn stone. His brain has been crushed countless times, but it still doesn't hurt much."

Zhang Bu looked at the Yinlong of the Stone Reef Ghost King, and was still very lively. If he let go, this guy would definitely fight back.

The two ghosts were very melancholy and worried, and suddenly, a figure came over.

“Isn’t it over yet?”

"master?"

The Ghost Market was celebrated very lively before, but now it is very lively.

Qin Kun was wandering around, taking Longhuai Ghost King and Fengxin Ghost King and a few ghost messengers wandering here.

If there was no such thing as tonight, he wouldn't have been going to show up at all.

The King of Soul-Swimming Ghost is happy: "Master Qin, you are finally here."

The King of Soul Swimming Ghost Suddenly reminded anxiously: "A few of your ghost messengers are fighting with the two Ghost Kings at this moment, and there may be danger!"

In the eyes of the Soul-Swimming Ghost King, there are four ghost kings around Qin Kun. As long as he appears, the battle will be locked in the result.

But Qin Kun didn't have any intention of participating. He poured a glass of beer on his own and even called the ghost to eat and drink.

The Dragon Lotus Ghost King was not afraid of drinking, so he drank a slap. For a wooden ghost, he liked to drink as long as it was not venom.

The King of Fengxin sniffed and said suspiciously: "Why is it like a horse pee?"

He found that Qin Kun looked at him with contempt, shrugged his shoulders tactfully, and felt bored, and he felt pretty good.

The old tea fairy sat there without drinking, watching the show. Gui Yaoyao also held a cup of corpse vine and smacked her tongue, as if she felt it was very suitable for her taste. Five or six small flowers bloomed in the vines in her head.

The Ghost King who was fighting suddenly discovered that there was an uninvited guest.

"Who are you?!" All the ghost kings became alert.
To be continued...