Chapter 951

Chen Ming raised his head slightly. It seemed that the world of heaven was different from what he had imagined.

An eighth order great emperor pretends to be a fifth order great emperor!

In this way, no one knows his real strength. I'm afraid he died in his hands if he wanted to kill him.

Chun Bu Lao turns to look at Chen Ming, "Oh, originally, you are still useful."

"Jie Jie Jie... My child, I'll give you a chance, a chance to fight me squarely."

Chun Bu Lao stretched out his hand and bent his arm strangely. When he reached behind him, his hand fell on the lone star pattern behind him, and then stripped his only skin.

The lone star skin mixed with black blood fell on the ground. Spring didn't always look at the white haired ghost, "I stripped my second-order power. Now, it's almost the fourth-order emperor. Come on, I'll give you the chance to kill me!"

The white haired ghost and Chen Ming suddenly felt that the powerful heavenly ghost had dispersed, and they resumed their action again.

Chun Bu Lao looked at Chen Ming and said with a smile, "don't move. Be careful. If you have any changes, I'll kill you!"

"You, make a witness."

Chen Ming has a hard time. This time, he was miserable by chunbu Laokeng. You say an eighth order emperor. Why do you have nothing to do with these twists and turns?

Chen Ming stood in place, looking at the strange father and son in front of him, two pairs of red eyes, looking at each other at the same time.

Chen Ming looked at the white haired ghost and said, "as the last war, I was the only witness. I suddenly remembered that I still had a pot of wine for you."

The white haired ghost smiled and said, "is that a pot of wine with one mouthful left?"

Chen Ming nodded. A faint light flashed in his eyes. He secretly operated his mana in the storage ring and moved a little. Then, the pot of wine appeared in his hand. He threw it to the white haired ghost.

"This pot of wine, take you on the road!"

The white haired ghost took it and drank it all, "fill it up for me and go to your grave at that time!"

The white haired ghost held the wine pot in his hand and suddenly felt that there was something wrong. He fumbled carefully for the wine pot and engraved a new sentence on it.

He groped carefully and knew what Chen Ming wanted to tell him.

"I will never die here!"

Four short swords pop up from the limbs of the white haired ghost. The short swords at the bottom of his feet support his body, "I will make you regret what you did today!"

"You will pay for your arrogance!"

Chun Bu Lao lifted his robe and pulled out a nine foot chain white bone sword from his chest, "as my only son and only descendant, you have the qualification to let me give you these!"

"Kill me, everything is yours. You have the second-order power to become a king!"

"Kill me, and you will be the next dark temple!"

"If you kill me, the hatred buried in your heart for 700 years will be released!"

The white haired ghost steps, and the short sword at the bottom of his feet depicts scratches on the immortal gold ground of the hall!

Cha Cha!

Like a sliding step, the white haired ghost just flashed a zigzag line, holding the short sword upside down between his hands and stabbing at chunbu Lao!

Click!

One hit!

On Chun's not old neck, two short swords were inserted into it. The white haired ghost screamed in his heart. He quickly pulled out the dagger to see where the real spring is not old!

Chun's authority is not old, but he is the same as him. It must be an illusion to let him start so easily!

He looked left and right, his eyes flashing blue light, shining tens of feet. Spring is not old. Where is it?

At this time, Chen Ming can clearly see that Chun, who was stabbed by a white haired ghost, is not old!

Waving a nine foot long white bone knife, the white haired ghost at the moment has never thought that what he just started is the real spring is not old.

Cut the body of the white haired ghost in half with a knife!

The two bodies of the white haired ghost were split and crashed into the hall. Black blood flowed, leaving two black traces on the wall.

Chun Bu Lao looked at the white haired ghost with a nine foot white bone knife, and his eyes beat with treacherous eyes, "you are still too young."

The white haired ghost groaned and turned into Chen Ming. He shouted, "dream come true, Nirvana!"

The blue flame swept through and flowed like a river. Then, the endless flame condensed into a human form again. The white haired ghost looked at the spring is not old, and the fierce light in his eyes became stronger and stronger!

Spring is not old and shows a look of interest, "ha ha ha, the power of dreams is imitated. After all, it is weaker than the noumenon. I want to see how many times you can use it?"

"My son, let my father me have a good look at your ability!"

The white haired ghost rushed to chunbu Lao again, three sliding steps rushed to chunbu Lao, raised his feet, and the two short swords at the bottom of his feet crossed a full moon like streamer and attacked chunbu Lao.

Spring is not old. He he laughs and doesn't stop at all. The white haired ghost in front of him bumps into his body and instantly turns into a black smoke. This is an illusion! A big seal appeared in his hand, turned his hand and swung it round, "turn the sky and print! Suppress everything! " Boom! Under the endless pressure, the whole hall will shake up a ripple! This ripple spread, shaking out the white haired ghost's hidden body! Chun Bu Lao's left hand hung high and turned the sky. His right hand held a nine foot white bone knife and shouted at the white haired ghost, "is that all you have?" Behind the white haired ghost, chains burning blue flames flew out, hundreds of chains connected to the void. At the next moment, hundreds of puppet emperors came out and frantically attacked chunbulao. Chun Bu Lao nodded slightly, "well, it's the power of iron rope. It's also good." Hundreds of puppet emperors attacked chunbu Lao, but in an instant, they had surrounded chunbu Lao. A puppet emperor wielded his sword and chopped chunbulao into powder! This is the illusion that spring is not old. The next moment, in another place, there is a spring is not old, and another puppet emperor wields his sword. This spring is not old is also an illusion! The white haired ghost looked around. The real spring is not old. Where is it? The white haired ghost shouted angrily, "dreams come true. Your skill is deep in my heart. Lend it to me!" He waved his fist, left hand Teng black dragon, right hand flying white tiger, "raise your hand and shake Kunlun!" The fear of dragon and tiger ran through the audience. In front of the white haired ghost, Chun Bulao's body was shocked out, but what the white haired ghost saw was Chun Bulao sneering at him, "it's too late!" When the head was cut with a knife, the endless flesh and bones were broken and turned into pieces on the ground. Chun Bu Lao looked at the debris all over the ground, "you are too weak. You don't deserve to be my son!" The next moment, a drop of blood rolls, condenses all the blood around in one place, and then turns into a white haired ghost. Chen Ming smacks his tongue and Luo Muye's blood is reborn. I have to say that the white haired ghost's dream has come true. It can imitate all the techniques he has seen. It's really abnormal! This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.