There is a gas in the hot cage, and all ghosts are poisonous!

In the steamer, mosquitoes and flies were everywhere, and corpses were everywhere. The King of the Ghost Splashing Ghost said sternly: "No matter where you came from, you have to be buried with me today!"

The corpses of these ghosts are all plague ghosts. Not only does it mean that they are disgusting in death, but the pervasive ghost magic will make people experience the pain before they die.

Qin Kun endured many times of fighting. He was ravaged before, but he had never been disgusted!

"Are you steamed corpses or steamed shit in your cage?! The Kitchen God you offered to you during your lifetime will let you eat this?"

"Hmph! It's smooth and smooth!"

Qin Kun curled his lips, took three steps at a time, and then disappeared after stepping out, and then used it to the extreme. At this moment, he would break the ghost technique. He would fight openly outside, life and death are based on fate, and fighting in this steamer like a cesspool, and he would not be willing to die!

So fast!

The fog-splashing ghost king was stunned. Even if this Yang man had a ghost body, his spiritual power fluctuation was still at the level of ghost generals, but after the speed burst, he could not lock it!

"Die for me!"

The steam like poisonous fog was roaring.

"You die first!"

The skin was stinging, and the poisonous fog penetrated into the ghost's body, and the whole body was burning with an indescribable odor.

With his muscles tied, Qin Kun appeared behind the King of Fog Splashing Ghost. Yan Scorpion Screw caught the King of Fog Splashing Ghost and punched him in the stomach. The King of Fog Splashing Ghost quickly flew out, pulled it off with great force, and was torn into pieces by Yan Scorpion Screw!

The illusion in front of me was completely shattered.

The fog-splashing ghost king flew backwards and Qin Kun returned to the Soul Steaming Underground Palace.

"What's going on..."

As soon as he returned here, he suddenly felt dizzy and felt weak all over. Qin Kun suddenly looked at the surrounding pool.

No... This guy has been playing ghost tricks in different ways, all of whom are fooling around, and his purpose is here!

The pool in this place is where his ghost skills are!

I just pulled myself into the illusion fighting technique and my body sucked a lot of ghost fog here. If I broke his ghost skills a little later, I am afraid I would completely lose my combat power!

Qin Kun dragged his body to the Ghost King. The other party's spiritual power fluctuated, which was the strength of the Ghost King just now. Qin Kun said, "So you fooled me with everything that just appeared?"

The fog-splashing ghost king held grass branches in his mouth, with a depressed expression, but a mysterious smile on his lips: "The grass snake turns into gray lines, and the soul is imprisoned and the soul turns into a god-like whip!"

The grass branches spit out and burned out in the air.

Under Qin Kun's feet, ghost grass pierced into his internal organs and pierced out of his pores.

puff

A bull demon turns into a hedgehog.

The King of Ghost Splashing Fog slowly stood up and looked at Qin Kun and said proudly: "Is your ghost skills fun?"

Qin Kun grinned, his eyes a little crazy. He didn't expect that he would imitate his ghost skills?

Qin Kun nodded slightly, as if he was talking to himself, but the voice of a hanged ghost was opened: "Skinning, your ghost technique... is quite fun."

The fog-splashing ghost king was stunned and peeled?

Who is he talking to?

The Bull Demon's expression changed again, and a smooth voice curled his lips and said, "Ah Dian, come back and have fun with you. It is urgent to kill this pickled manure first!"

Ah Dian?

The King of the Fog Splashing Ghost was even more confused.

After being confused, I found that the other party's eyes became normal.

The bull demon was pricked like a hedgehog, and his mouth lightly opened: "A method of silence and evil will cause disasters and injuries to all ages!"

The ghost king suddenly felt the ghost body tightened, and then the ghost body was burning with pain and burning, and the scorching feeling spread from the inside out. He looked at the poisoned black lines on his hands, unable to believe: "How...how is it possible? Why am I getting into my own poisonous fog?!"

Qin Kun uprooted the ghost grass one by one and said casually: "Is your ghost technique fun?"

"I……"

The King of Ghost Splashing Fog was stunned. He spitted out poisonous blood at the same time as Qin Kun's mouth, which were all signs of too much poisoning.

The fog-splashing ghost king was exhausted and sneered, "What a powerful ghost technique, what are your name?"

"Qin Kun."

"Hahahahahaha... It's a pity, Qin Kun."

The ghost king spitted blood in his mouth, and the ghost body twitched continuously. As soon as he finished speaking, it exploded automatically, and the poisonous fog in his body exploded with him.

It solidified again, and the ghost king of fog splashed was sitting on the stone coffin with his back facing him. His true appearance was an old man, a little gloomy. The old man was very weak now, looking down at Qin Kun and said: "It's a pity that you were poisoned too deeply. This poisonous fog penetrated into your soul, and you can't survive!"

"I can't survive, I have to deal with you first! I remember, I was afraid of this move just now in your mirage world?"

The big flame entangles the dark hand!

On Qin Kun's hand, a faint green ice flame rose, and the black air was actually stuck in the ice flame, and his palm was instantly frostbitten.

Qin Kun was stunned: "Can my Taoist technique frostbite me?"

The fog-splashing ghost king jokingly said, "It will naturally be like this when it is eroded by my poisonous fog. Is it very strange? I said, you are going to be buried with me today!"

Qin Kun looked at the fog-splashing ghost king unwillingly, with a spider-web-like black thread on his face, and he fell to the ground with his back.

Seeing Qin Kun fall down, the King of the Fog-splashing Ghost sighed: "Good strength. If you used that ball of ice flame earlier, maybe I would not be able to escape this disaster. This is all my life."

The empty underground palace echoed the sigh of the fog-splashing ghost king, as if the master was lonely and muttering to himself.

"Yes, this is all fate."

A sudden voice suddenly broke the atmosphere of loneliness at the peak.

The King of Ghost Splashing Fog was stunned and turned around suddenly. Behind the stone coffin, a bull demon also sat cross-legged, staring at him with a copper bell-like eyeball.

"You are not dead..."

The King of Ghost Splashing Fog could not believe it, and looked at the body that had just fallen down and had become a scarecrow.

hiss

Ghost art!

"How is that possible..."

The mouth of the fog-splashing ghost king was dry, and Qin Kun had ice flames in his hand and slapped the head of the fog-splashing ghost king. In an instant, the weak fog-splashing ghost king froze into ice lumps from head to toe, shattered by the huge force.

"You actually have such a magic trick... I'm unwilling to give up!!!" The dissipated ghost ghost king condensed again and was inserted into his chest by the karma-snatching sword.

Taking advantage of the weakness of the other party, a urn was placed under the cover of the head.

‘Ding! Congratulations to the host, the shelter was successful!’

In the urn, the fog-splashing ghost king roared loudly, and Qin Kun sneered.

"Are you unwilling to give up? Is it useful?"

...

...

Iron Tree Hell, a big tree full of fruit, revealing its bloody mouth.

Those fruits are human heads, and the trunks are white bones.

An iron tree that was invaded by evil spirits also turned into an evil spirit.

Hei and Bai Wuchang stood on both sides, and the two impermanent kings pressed the evil spirit of the iron tree to death. Xu Facheng Tao God stabbed the sword into the trunk of the tree. The injured evil spirit of the iron tree roared, and the heads on the tree were also roaring.

A jar appeared and the evil spirit was taken in.

...

In the Niukeng Hell, Li Chong turned into a blood tiger. The ghost of curse came behind him. The tiger spots on his body became curse patterns. He held a ghost king in his mouth and carried the Buddha sea on his back.

"Junior Brother Li, is the monk important? You are so kind, should you enter our Luanchan Temple? Master said there are pig's trotters to eat!"

The Buddha's sea speaks incoherently. In Buddhist scriptures, those who ride tigers are all Bodhisattvas and Arhats. What kind of virtue is he capable of? One day he can ride a tiger?

Li Chong cursed: "If it weren't for your death, grandpa wouldn't carry you! We were both injured after dealing with the Ghost King. With our ability, we can at most deal with a ghost general. Let's take a break first and then look for it."

"good!"

Fo Hai was moved and his impression of Douzong changed rapidly.

From now on, Li Chong will be his benefactor!

...

In the hell of mortar pounding, Wang Gan pinched his nose, and Chu Qianxun and grabbed two ghost generals.

The Ghost King couldn't find it, and he didn't want to find it anymore. It was so disgusting. These two ghost generals were both filled with water and could not explode. They had extremely strong willpower and their ghost skills were also extremely disgusting. The two really didn't want to suffer anymore.

...

Hell of death in vain.
To be continued...