Chapter 506

A man uttered a voice in his mouth. His palm trembled, and the Yin cold ghost Qi whined, as if there were countless wronged souls. The palm ghost Qi turned into a dead hand and caught it in the black void.

Hot fist.

As soon as Sun Yi's eyes coagulated, he punched heavily, and the artistic conception of fire gushed out. The artistic conception of fire turned into the roar of the dragon of fire and collided with the hand of death.

Squeak!

As if encountering a nemesis, the dragon of fire burned the hand of death in a destructive posture, and the power of the flame of destruction bloomed, and the hand of death dissipated a little.

"The warrior with fire mood can restrain our ghost Qi, but your life is over."

There was a little surprise in their eyes. You know, the people of ghost peak are most afraid of fire, thunder and gold, but the boy's level is too low.

"Go to hell!" The two people had a very tacit understanding and shot Sun Yi together. Suddenly, a gloomy and haunting death sickle appeared in their hands.

When the sickle was waved away, two ten foot long ghosts crossed. With this blow, Sun Yi would die. His martial thoughts dissipated and he withdrew from the dream killing.

"What a strange ghost skill." Sun Yi's heart was cold. He had seen the ghost skill of the genius of ghost peak before, but he was just a little witch compared with these two people. Sure enough, the older he lived, the hotter the ginger was.

But he would not be afraid. He took out his bully gun and shook it with the sickle of death.

This time, they shook each other, but they were deadlocked in the void. The hot flame power of the bully gun tip was as good as the sickle of the God of death. Come and go with the ghost gas and flame power.

What made Sun Yat-sen frown was that these two people were much more powerful than the strong man in the nine heaven of the Shentai of the whole family that day. I'm afraid they will be cut off by them if they meet face to face.

"Kill him soon." Another man took back the sickle of death, and a big handprint appeared in his palm. In the big handprint, there were countless fierce ghosts screaming and attacking Sun Yi's Wutai, as if fierce ghosts were wandering among them.

This palm does more damage to the soul than the flesh.

Sun Yat Sen stood there, one holding a bully gun and the sickle of death. When the other hand turned over, it was a golden fire palm print. Now his random palm was like heaven, with the terrible power of heaven and earth.

The palm roared and collided with the big handprint. One of the fierce ghosts was destroyed only by the two killing gases of gold and fire, and Yu Wei blasted at the other party.

The man's face changed sharply and felt the killing power. He didn't expect that the idea was so difficult. However, in his palm, it seemed that a force of the town had usurped the general trend of the world around him and wanted to block him firmly.

This palm directly knocked him away, and even the ghost gas on his body was dispersed for a few minutes, revealing his trembling old body.

Bang

Sun Yi then shot out with one hand. This time, this hand fell like the brightest sunrise in the sky. The two artistic conception of gold and fire were mixed with gold's hope and flame. The new force is the most restrained force against this ghost.

When the man saw this move, his heart suddenly trembled. He seemed to understand why the man was so confident.

The scythe of the God of death in his hand waved violently, blowing a death storm.

Poof!

Sun Yi's fingerprints exploded in the death storm. The terrible death storm was abruptly split, and the power from the beginning to the sun was forcibly destroyed, breaking up the power.

The body of one of them was directly blasted out by the palm print, and several mouthfuls of blood vomited out in a ghostly spirit. The man who was in a standoff with Sun Yi was picked by the tip of Sun Yi's gun, and a palm print was firmly printed on the man to blow him back.

"Fight again!" They looked at each other and walked in the forest like ghosts. The dark forest became their most powerful cover. Their strange steps were like merging in the void, which made people unable to figure out their direction.

"Ten thousand ghosts eat heart palm!"

In the forest, two ghostly drinks suddenly rang out. Sun Yi's eyes coagulated, and the void was suddenly torn apart like a piece. The two palm prints braved the Yin wind blasted and killed Sun Yi.

"Hit." They were delighted. When the dark ghost force in their palms wanted to pour all into Sun Yi's meridians, they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

Their palms collided with Sun Yi's body, but they found that the body was harder than the essence of meteorite. The ghost force was blocked by the dazzling golden light emitted from the body.

Although it is a kind of illusion created here, all kinds of supernatural powers are the same as the truth because of Wu Nian.

"Hum, is that all?" With a cold voice, Sun Yi suddenly raised his arms. Two sharp palms directly overturned the two people, rolled down dozens of meters on the ground, and broke more than a dozen dream trees to stop his body.

"It seems that we have a hard idea today." One coughed and said with pity. The expression on his face was very ugly. He thought he could kill a warrior of Shentai triple heaven simply, but now he was hurt.

"It seems to force our brothers to use ten thousand ghost flags."

The two people looked at each other, and a small flag suddenly appeared in their palms. On the flag surface, there were countless fierce ghost images of green faced tusks, and the two flags were a set of magic tools. Each flag had the power of heaven's top grade.

The flag suddenly burst into the void and suddenly became tens of meters huge from the size of a palm. The ghost cloth on the flag was connected into a wall of ghost flags, which surrounded Sun Yi.

A gloomy ghost wind seems to have the terrorist power to disperse people's martial thoughts. In this dream killing dominated by martial thoughts is even more terrible.

"Ten thousand ghosts erode."

A voice came out of their mouths at the same time, and the voice was suddenly ferocious. One of the fierce fangs in the ghost flag was gasified along the black gas ghost into a fierce ghost as terrible as an entity.

"With this fierce ghost turned into a mere virtual shadow."

Sun Yi's mouth was filled with a contemptuous smile. He was in the fierce ghost flag. In fact, there were a wave of ghosts and fierce ghosts churning in his mind, but the golden sea wave was the most just thing to the sun. This little ghost wave could not stand the counterattack of the golden wave.

Looking at the fierce ghosts running only, a long river of flame swept away in his mouth. The hot flame power directly dissolved a lot of ghost gas in the flag. The fierce ghost that was only comparable to the strength of Shentai Yitian was dissipated as soon as it was touched by this flame.

The ghost spirit in the whole banner disappeared at the moment, leaving only the banner cloth surrounding Sun Yi, which was immediately crushed by a sharp golden awn in sun Yiba's gun.

"How could this happen?"

The two men looked surprised that their two flags were so broken by this son, which made them feel impossible.

"Since your ghost flags are broken, it's my turn."

Sun Yi said coldly, pointing his gun at the two people, and immediately made their bodies tremble. The gun was terrible, and he felt a strong sense of killing.

The guns went on and on in the void. In this short time, thousands of guns pointed out, and the void of the dream seemed to collapse. The thousands of guns suddenly gathered in the tip of the gun, and the surrounding void suddenly collapsed. A huge sky cutting spear was like the most dazzling meteor.

It is very bright, but it has an incomparably powerful meaning of killing.

"No!"

The two people roared when they saw this terrible force, and countless dark ghosts were around them. Although this is a dream world, who wants to try this painful taste of Wu Nian being destroyed by others.

However, the ghost spirit was dissolved as soon as it touched zhantian, and their souls had to be trembled, which was unstoppable. Their bodies were shrouded and swallowed by the gun awn in an instant, and the dream body formed by the two martial thoughts disappeared into the forest.

"The soul power in this silk martial thought is very tired. It's time to quit the dream killing."

Sun Yi moved and had a stiff body. Although it was a dream, he still felt very tired after staying too long. He could not recover by resting in the dream killing. He could recover only by quitting.

The way to return to the real world is also very simple, that is, leaving the forest, there is an altar like place that can be transmitted.

But when he walked in the forest, there was a burst of information in the forest, and accompanied by a burst of male and female scolding, which made Sun Yi's eyebrows frown. It seemed that he had heard the owner of these two voices somewhere.