C810 Come back to me

The Dragon'S Roar shook the entire wasteland.

The current Zhan Tianming, no matter if it was the Dragon Soul's Soul, or the Dragon Soul's Bone, they all improved a lot compared to before.

Even if those normal ghosts were led by the Silver Spirit, they would still not be able to withstand the terrifying Dragon'S Roar, and appeared to be anxious and restless.

And at this time, Zhan Tianming raised his finger and pointed at the flaming black dragon made of Sun-eroding Black Inflammation s, sending it charging forward with a loud rumble.

Warm …

Warm …

Ah …" Ah … "Ah …

"Wuu …" Woo … "Howl …"

Ghost wails and wolf howls filled the air as a cold wind blew. The normal ghosts didn't dare to approach the black flame dragon at all, and with one sweep, they were all burned to nothingness.

"What?"

Zhi Ao was shocked, both his eyes staring straight at the flaming black dragon.

"This is …" Ancient Divine Flame? "

"Roar!"

As the black flaming dragon roared, it swallowed a silver soul. The silver soul only let out a blood-curdling screech before it vanished into nothingness.

Zhan Tianming was also slightly startled.

The effect of Sun-eroding Black Inflammation on these ghosts was surprisingly good.

Zhi Ao who had recovered from his shock, waved the fake Soul Flag in his hand back to the ghosts without hesitation.

However, in the blink of an eye, he had lost at least ten silver souls and more than two thousand normal ghosts.

The pain in his heart, made Zhi Ao have the impulse to step on Zhan Tianming to death.

After all, it was not easy to get a Silver Soul.

But now, in just the blink of an eye, it was incinerated into nothingness.

How could he not hate him?

After collecting the Soul Flag, Zhi Ao's figure turned into a ball of ghost mist and directly pounced towards Zhan Tianming.

"Humph!" "How dare you injure my Silver Soul, die!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The whistling ghost fog, together with a trace of weak Heaven and Earth Power of Law, instantly appeared above Zhan Tianming's head. Following that, the floating ghost fog directly transformed into a pitch black gigantic mountain and descended with a loud bang.

Rumble …

Rumble …

In the void, the air vibrated unceasingly.

That terrifying might, with the help of the Power of Law, had actually locked onto Zhan Tianming directly.

Zhan Tianming had a bad feeling about this.

It told him clearly that no matter where he ran, the black mountain above him would come crashing down.

"Power of Law, sure enough, it's mysterious!"

Zhan Tianming's eyes narrowed tightly, but there was not the slightest bit of panic on his face.

With a raise of his hand, the Black Dragon made of flames that was the manifestation of the Sun-eroding Black Inflammation flew back into his body.

He opened and closed his eyes.

With the appearance of the Three Gouyu Dragon Soul Ratchet Eye, Zhan Tianming's gaze then fell upon the mountain that was flying down. In merely an instant, his gaze gathered at a spot on the mountain.

That was where his weakness lay.

"Berserk!"

Suddenly, a strong imposing aura rushed out from Zhan Tianming's body.

"Whiz!"

Double speed, double strength...

In just an instant, Zhan Tianming had flashed to the bottom of the pitch black mountain, and faced the bottom, his left hand suddenly punched out.

"Wildball Fist!"

BOOM!

The instant the fist came into contact with the mountain, it exploded with a shocking might.

A tremendous force of two hundred dragons slammed directly against the base of the mountain.

Kacha Kacha …

Kacha Kacha …

At the bottom of the black mountain, cracks spread out in an instant. Then with a deafening boom, the mountain split into pieces, and boulders tumbled down.

But right after, those huge rocks turned back into a ghost fog.

While the ghost fog was rolling around, it had turned back into Zhi Ao's appearance.

"Puff …"

A mouthful of ghost aura was spat out from his mouth.

He was injured!

How is this possible?

He had clearly unleashed the Power of Law just now, but he was actually injured by the opponent's normal punch?

That guy obviously didn't even use Genuine Essence s, why?

This was the first time Zhi Ao was so shocked.

He truly could not believe that his new technique of fusing Power of Law and ghost arts would actually lose just like that, and that he would even be injured.

One had to know that this move had killed quite a few geniuses of the same cultivation level!

Could it be that it was because when he was fusing with the Power of Law and creating a new technique, he wasn't perfect enough and a flaw appeared?

and so on...

Suddenly, Zhi Ao's gaze fell on Zhan Tianming's eyes.

That pair of eyes gave him an inexplicable pressure.

"Human, I will kill you!"

Bearing with the pressure brought by those eyes, Zhi Ao's heart was incomparably restless. He didn't even care about the injuries in his body, and directly rushed over.

"Hu Chi!"

A claw directly grabbed at Zhan Tianming's heart.

Pfft!

That Ghost Claw easily penetrated Zhan Tianming's heart.

But!

In the blink of an eye, Zhan Tianming's body had turned into a streak of black dragon shadow, splitting up and dancing in the air.

Zhi Ao's heart skipped a beat.

"Illusion Technique?"

He had no idea when he had been hit by the illusion.

Following which, Zhi Ao's hands quickly moved.

"Open!"

Buzz …

A wave of Nether Ghost Qi surged forward, causing the illusion to dissipate without a trace.

But right after, a chill ran down Zhi Ao's back, from his feet to his head.

"Latent Dragon Do Not Use! See The Dragon In The Field! "

"Proud Dragon Repents!"

"Ding dong!" Triggering double the power! "Activate the garrotte effect!"

"Roar!"

Bang!

A terrifying and powerful force from the palm struck Zhi Ao's back. Immediately, a ball of frightening flames rose up with a 'hang' sound, and swept towards Zhan Tianming in a berserk.

"Puff …"

Zhi Ao spat out another mouthful of ghost aura, and fiercely pounced forward.

Zhan Tianming's eyes narrowed as well as he retreated back by ten meters, only then was he able to avoid the incoming flames.

"This is …"

Zhan Tianming's eyes were staring intently at Zhi Ao, and a red robe suddenly appeared on his body. The carvings on the robe were extremely particular, using a flame pattern to form a strange array formation, from afar, it looked like blood and fire, and this robe, wasn't it the exact same one he saw on Tian Yi's body?

Yes.

Tian Yi had already been refined into a ghost by the Ghost Cultivator in front of him, so it was normal for his Blood Flame Cloth to land on the latter.

If it was in the past, Zhan Tianming believed that this palm of his might not be able to break open the Blood Flame Cloth's defense.

However, just now, his palm strike had boosted its power infinitely.

If not for the Blood Flame Cloth, he believed that the Ghost Cultivator would already be dead.

His thoughts flashed.

Zhan Tianming stepped forward, his figure moving as fast as lightning.

He raised his hand and struck again!

"Long Zhan In The Wild!"

"Roar!"

The dragon image roared out, and rushed towards Zhi Ao who was still flying backwards.

But right at this moment, Zhi Ao's body instantly turned into a black ghost mist, allowing the dragon image to pass through, striking the ground.

BOOM!

A huge crater appeared on the ground, and rocks and dust were flying about like arrows.

The ghost fog didn't stop at its original spot. It swirled up a gust of wind and flew off into the distance.

Zhan Tianming snorted in his heart.

You wanted to kill your brother just now, but now you want to run away?

Was it cheap?

Come back here!