Chapter 612: The desire to fight

Ye Yangcheng did not pay much attention to this evil ghost standing beside him. His eyes were still staring at the heavy dark clouds rolling violently in the sky. Listening to the shrill screams from the puppet ghosts who had taken away the power of the ghost in his ears, Ye Yangcheng's eyebrows were slowly frowning together...

Although the ghost has died, as long as it is devoted to the pool of reincarnation, it is a brand new life. In other words, as long as it is not a scumbag who is full of evil, most of them can be devoted to reincarnation after death. In other words, although the ghost has no body, it should be considered a living life.

And these evil ghosts who escaped from the eighteen levels of hell actually turned so many ghosts into puppets without any sanity. From another level, it is to survive and die.

He has no idea of ​​compassion for the world, nor has he been the enlightenment of serving as a savior, but he also has his own bottom line. There is no doubt that the actions of these evil ghosts have already touched his bottom line invisibly. For these evil ghosts, Ye Yangcheng seems to have no other choice except to kill them.

The evil ghost was hiding in this dark cloud composed of puppet ghosts that had lost their power of the ghost. Although Ye Yangcheng could not see the scene in this dark cloud clearly, when he saw the ghosts controlled by the evil ghost half of their bodies turned into disgust, and the upper half was struggling in pain, and it seemed that they wanted to escape from the control of the evil ghost, he was angry.

There was no unnecessary nonsense, just a low voice, the whole person had already soared into the sky. The Panlong Silver Spear in his hand turned into a gun screen in the air, and the power of the nine sky in his body continued to flow into the Panlong Silver Spear. In an instant, the Panlong Silver Spear shone brightly

"Ah..." The righteous spirit evaporated by the power of the nine sky obviously made the controlled ghosts extremely frightened, and screams continued to sound.

Although these ghosts controlled by evil ghosts have lost their minds and have completely become members of the cannon fodder corps, their instincts have told them that the person who rushed straight from below has a very dangerous and shrill scream, constantly hearing the sound of the ears.

The ghosts lost their power of the ghost and their minds, which basically meant that they would die. Although Ye Yangcheng was quite annoyed by what the evil ghosts did, he would not have any merciful thoughts under such circumstances.

The Panlong Silver Spear with the sky-swelling silver light was a lightning bolt from the ground to the sky, instantly tearing apart the entire cloud gun. The silver light emitted from the body of the mist gun was filled with a majestic righteousness, and this energy was the absolute nemesis of the ghosts.

Wherever the silver spear went, those ghosts who had lost their mind and the power of the ghost suddenly melted like ice cubes encountered the scorching sun, and turned into pieces of blue smoke in the sensational screams, proclaiming the end of their lives...

"Bastard" Just as Ye Yangcheng rushed into the clouds, waving the Panlong Silver Spear and rushing around, a man's secret test finally sounded deep in the clouds, but he was extremely angry and scolded: "Who Fangxiao dared to touch my Qianhuan Ghost..."

"So you are hiding here." Without waiting for the evil ghost to completely curse, Ye Yangcheng, who was already focused on searching for the evil ghost's traces, immediately locked in the whereabouts of the evil ghost, with a hint of coldness on his face. After shouting, he shook his silver spear, and his whole person turned into a silver stream of light and rushed towards the location where the evil ghost was.

"Thousands of ghosts turn into ashes, let me explode." Ye Yangcheng locked his breath. The Thousand Illusion Ghost King, who was hiding deep in the clouds, was indeed shocked, but after all, he was an evil ghost who broke out from the eighteenth level hell. Whether it is his mind or other abilities, he is definitely superior.

Before Ye Yangcheng could stab the Panlong Silver Spear into the clouds where he was, he had already made corresponding arrangements. Ye Yangcheng, who had fought with this evil ghost in hell for the first time, had completely missed the other party's methods.

Only when the Thousand Illusion Ghost King heard a loud shout, without waiting for him to understand what these eight words meant, he was wearing silver armor and holding a silver spear, but suddenly heard a burst of nearly continuous violent explosions in his ears.

"Boom..." Thousands of ghosts who lost their minds collectively exploded under the control of the Thousand Illusion Ghost King. Although the energy emitted by the exploded soul fire did not seem to cause any damage to Ye Yangcheng, many ants bite the elephant to death. Thousands of ghosts exploded their soul fire at the same time. So many energy gathered together and exploded at the same time. This kind of attack method was unprecedented in Ye Yangcheng.

Unprepared for defense, the air movement technique he used received interference from chaotic energy, and coupled with the extremely violent explosion, in less than two seconds, he was actually hit by the energy impact brought by the self-destruction of these ghosts and pressed from mid-air to the ground.

"Bang..." A dull sound came from his ears, and Ye Yangcheng immediately knew that he was embarrassed...

The silver armor transformed from the Jiuxiao divine character has absolutely excellent defense ability. The energy impact caused by the self-destruction of these ghosts did not really hurt Ye Yangcheng... But the problem is that Ye Yangcheng was actually pressed from the air to the ground by the energy impact caused by the self-destruction of these ghosts.

To put it nicely, it's called an air crash, to put it bluntly... His posture is simply a standard dog-eating shit face down, lying on the dark red land. This posture is definitely something he has never experienced before.

What made him even more shocked and angry was that the evil ghost actually controlled the ghost to explode the soul fire. In the blink of an eye, thousands of ghosts turned into wisps of blue smoke and dissipated between the heaven and earth in the underworld.

"Hehehe... You're so impatient to go against me, Qianhuan Ghost King. You're simply impatient." Seeing that his method succeeded, the coverage of clouds and mists decreased a lot, the Qianhuan Ghost King did not feel any heartache, especially after seeing Ye Yangcheng, Chen Yaojin, who suddenly came out of the battle, was suppressed by him with a ghost, and he smiled unscrupulously.

However, for these evil ghosts, the creed that you should kill your life while you are sick has already been engraved into the depths of your soul. At this time, seeing Ye Yangcheng falling down on the ground, it is naturally impossible to give Ye Yangcheng any chance to recover. He immediately let out a sharp and harsh laugh, controlling the ghosts who lost their minds and launching a second wave of attacks on Ye Yangcheng again.

"Huhuhu..." Countless ghosts struggled to leave the clouds, but they had no ability to escape. They could only make waves of sounds breaking through the air under the control of the Thousand Illusion Ghost King, just like a machine gun at the same time, heading towards Ye Yangcheng who was falling to the ground, ready to explode the soul fire at any time.

At this time, Ye Yangcheng really felt extremely depressed. The strength of this evil ghost was obviously not too strong. At least Ye Yangcheng felt that it was not too difficult to kill it.

But he controlled hundreds of thousands of ghosts. The soul that was unpredictable to self-destruction almost became a small mountain block in front of Ye Yangcheng. If he wanted to kill the evil ghosts, he had to kill these puppet ghosts who could shoot Ye Yangcheng at any time.

Thinking of this, Ye Yangcheng no longer had any hesitation or mercy. Just when the evil spirit who had hidden behind a yin grass was gaze in horror, Ye Yangcheng raised his left palm and slapped the ground with a heavy palm. His whole body soared into the sky again like a shell.

"Do you all die for me." Ye Yangcheng, who suffered a secret loss in the first confrontation, was very depressed. When he soared into the sky again, he had completely let go of his hands and feet. Just when the ghosts rushed towards him and were ready to explode at any time, he held the Panlong Silver Spear in his right hand and shot out the dozen puppet ghosts who rushed to the front with one shot.

"Boom..." The next second when more than a dozen wisps of blue smoke rose, an extremely dazzling white light suddenly burst out from Ye Yangcheng's left palm. Even as the white light burst out, a dull sound like thunder was made.

"Ah..." Wherever the white light reached, thousands of ghosts instantly turned into wisps of blue smoke. This white light was extremely relaxed and had already tore a big hole in the thick clouds in the air.

Nemesis of ghost body, intermediate spell - purification technique

Originally, when he was promoted to the level 11 divine level, Ye Yangcheng thought it was a useless spell, but he had been thrown behind his head and never used it. However, he did not expect that today, this purification technique, which he regarded as a useless, burst out with a lethality that surprised him.

With only four thousand spiritual power consumption, he actually killed at least 15,000 puppet ghost souls in one breath.

What made Ye Yangcheng particularly happy was that as soon as the purification technique was released, the evil ghost's scream was heard from the clouds. It was obvious that the purification technique had already hurt him.

With this successful experience, Ye Yangcheng naturally wanted to take advantage of the victory and chased afterwards. He raised his left hand without hesitation. After another low shout, a purification technique that consumed a full 8,000 points of spiritual power instantly illuminated the dark red land within a radius of several miles.

The dazzling white light column soared into the sky. Ye Yangcheng, who had already hovered in the air, held a gun in his right hand, with the tip of the gun down, and from a distance, it looked like a war god standing there proudly since ancient times. Especially the high fighting spirit revealed on his face, it was even more daunting.

The Thousand Illusion Ghost King, who was hiding in the clouds for a few seconds, was killed by Ye Yangcheng who suddenly became famous and killed 60,000 to 70,000 puppet ghosts by several encounters. At this time, he was so angry that he screamed. While the black clouds were rolling violently, he roared: "Bastard, I want your life."

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