Chapter 1792

"Boy, what do you mean by that?"

Xing Qinghan looked cold and questioned Mo Qingyun in a cold voice, not understanding what Mo Qingyun meant.

He didn't know that these ghosts were summoned by Mo Qingyun, so he asked this question.

Facing Xing Qinghan's questioning, Mo Qingyun pointed to those ghosts, and said with a light smile: "I mean, since you know how to call helpers, I have no choice but to call some helpers."

"The helpers you summoned?"

Xing Qinghan's expression froze, and he was even more puzzled in his heart, not understanding what Mo Qingyun wanted to express.

Soon, Xing Qinghan's expression was shocked, he knew what Mo Qingyun was referring to, and said in surprise: "You mean, you summoned these ghosts?"

This discovery really shocked Xing Qinghan and made him feel unbelievable.

Although these ghosts have not reached the Nine Heavens Profound Immortal Realm, they are all at the Dao Cheng Stage.

In addition, there are thousands of them, which is a force that cannot be underestimated.

Mo Qingyun has the help of these ghosts, and the people he summoned are tantamount to hypocrisy.

"You think so?"

Mo Qingyun shrugged his shoulders, answered the non-questioned question, looked at the surrounding ghosts, and ordered: "Immediately, I will kill them."

Under Mo Qingyun's order, the ghost went crazy and attacked the people around it like crazy.

Facing the crazy attack of the ghost, the people around immediately panicked, and their faces turned pale from fright.

Although they have an advantage in numbers and strength, they don't want to fight the ghosts yet.

Ghosts are unconscious creatures, not afraid of life and death at all.

They are different, they are all geniuses of various races, and they have great prospects in the future.

If he died here because of fighting with ghosts, he would die unjustly.

This idea was born in the hearts of everyone, and some of them began to flee towards the surroundings.

It's just that these people didn't run away, they were overtaken by the ghost, and were attacked by the ghost again.

Not only that, some wounded ghosts simply blew themselves up.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a loud bang.

Where everyone was fighting, a terrifying storm of spiritual power swept around frantically.

Under the sweeping of this storm of spiritual power, some people around were immediately swallowed up.

When such a change happened, everyone's expression twitched in fright, and their intention to retreat became even stronger.

This is not going to work, if the ghosts keep exploding themselves, they really won't be able to leave.

Boom boom boom...

Before everyone could recover, the ghosts began to explode one after another, forming spiritual storms one after another.

Under the impact of these spiritual storms, nearly half of the people Xing Qinghan summoned were seriously injured immediately.

"This...these ghosts were really summoned by this kid."

Seeing the scene in front of him, Xing Qinghan's eyes widened, and he believed that the ghost was summoned by Mo Qingyun.

If it wasn't for someone to control them, how could these ghosts self-destruct and come to die with the enemy.

When Xing Qinghan was shocked, Mo Qingyun's figure moved and rushed towards Xing Qinghan.

Seeing Mo Qingyun take the initiative to kill, Xing Qinghan's face turned cold, and he shouted angrily: "Boy, you are too arrogant, even if you have those ghosts to help you, you will not be able to fight us."

"You are wrong, I will fight with you, and I don't need the help of ghosts."

Regarding Xing Qinghan's words, Mo Qingyun responded indifferently, and said: "I have recently cultivated a supernatural power, and I am looking for some people to accompany me to practice. You guys came at the right time."

After Mo Qingyun's words fell, he sacrificed eight ancient swords, forming a mysterious sword array.

"Eight quasi-holy weapon-level ancient swords!"

Seeing the eight ancient swords sacrificed by Mo Qingyun, Xing Qinghan was shocked, with greed in his eyes, and said: "These eight quasi-holy weapon-level ancient swords were all obtained by you in the sword formation?"

"That's right!"

Regarding Jian Xing Qinghan's question, Mo Qingyun did not deny it, and responded with a light smile, and said: "In addition, let me tell you again, the number of ancient swords I got is not only these eight."

When Mo Qingyun was speaking, he sacrificed another seventy-three ancient swords, each of which exuded a powerful aura.

"Eighty-one quasi-holy ancient swords!"

Seeing the number of ancient swords sacrificed by Mo Qingyun, Xing Qinghan immediately became excited, and the greed in his eyes became more intense.

Not only is Xing Qinghan like this, but Xing Li and the others behind Xing Qinghan also have drooling expressions on their faces.

"Brother Qinghan, if you can get these eighty-one ancient swords and hand them over to the clan, the elders will definitely reward you."

"Brother Qinghan got these eighty-one ancient swords, why bother to hand them over to the clan, wouldn't it be better for him to use them himself."

"That's right, only brothers of the Qinghan clan are qualified to use these eighty-one ancient swords and sword arrays."

...

Several people whispered to each other, all uttering flattering words one after another.

Hearing everyone's flattering words, Xing Qinghan smiled triumphantly, as if he had already obtained the ancient sword.

If he obtains these eighty-one ancient swords, his strength will definitely be raised to a higher level.

Sky Thunder Flood Dragon Chant!

Xing Qinghan yelled angrily, quickly formed a handprint, and blasted out waves of terrifying thunder.

When this thunder force appeared, it condensed into a dragon shadow, humming in the sky above Mo Qingyun.

Under Long Ying's low roar, a terrifying soul force blasted into Mo Qingyun's sea of ​​consciousness.

hum!

Being attacked by the soul of the sound wave, Mo Qingyun's head buzzed, and he became temporarily in a trance.

However, Mo Qingyun's primordial spirit soon sobered up and scattered the sonic soul power in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"So you only have this means!"

Resisting Xing Qinghan's blow, Mo Qingyun smiled contemptuously, showing disdain for Xing Qinghan.

After Mo Qingyun's words fell, he stopped talking nonsense with Xing Qinghan, and started to fight back against Xing Qinghan.

Diyin kills Lingtong!

A cold light flashed in Mo Qingyun's left eye, and a terrifying burst of soul force blasted into Xing Qinghan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Being attacked by Mo Qingyun's soul, Xing Qinghan screamed, his expression showing pain.

When Xing Qinghan screamed, he did not forget to mobilize his soul power to resist Mo Qingyun's soul attack.

"Thunder, destroy!"

Discovering Xing Qinghan's resistance, Mo Qingyun's face sank, and he released a wave of thunder power.

With the blessing of Lei Dao's power, the power of Diyin's killing Lingtong immediately increased several times.

As the power of Diyin Shalingtong increased, Xing Qinghan immediately screamed again, and his face became even paler.

puff!

At the same time, Xing Qinghan also vomited blood, and his breath became weaker.

"Brother Qinghan, are you okay!"

"Let's deal with this kid immediately, so that he can't concentrate on dealing with Brother Qinghan!"

"This kid has a strong soul power. As long as we work together, he won't be able to unleash it."

...

Seeing the fight between Mo Qingyun and Xing Qinghan, Xing Li and the others' faces darkened, and immediately killed Mo Qingyun.

Seeing Xingli and the others approaching extremely quickly, the corners of Mo Qingyun's mouth turned up slightly, and he said with a sneer, "Hmph! Since you sent it up by yourself, you can't blame me."