Adorable and Adorable Ghosts Chapter 179: : a

Pang Qinglin's black hair fluttered in the wind. The hideous face below was revealed.

The beautiful face in the past is at this moment, black blood vessels are densely covered, and the whole face is reflected in a blue-black color, and the bright red lips on it are delicate and charming, as if they have absorbed a lot of blood generally.

Her eyes are protruding, showing that she died in a terrible state!

Bursts of bulging spiritual energy swept over, and the whole figure turned into a sharp arrow, rushing towards Chang Hua's naked chest.

"Come on! Haha! If you can kill you once, you can kill you a second time! Do you really think that you are still that high-ranking teacher Pang? Your era will never come back after all. !”

Chang Hua looked up to the sky and let out a burst of wild laughter, the **** brilliance of his naked upper body flowed for a while, and a strange **** totem spread from his waist, and gradually clung to his whole body. The aura that belonged exclusively to the gods exploded at this moment, breaking all the glass in the Yinyangdu branch in an instant.

Shards of glass splashed onto the ground, making a crisp sound.

Layers of bulging divine patterns emerged outside the body surface, forming a seemingly invisible barrier.

The black divine pattern on Pang Qinglin's palm also emerged, turning her palm into a knife, and slashed at Chang Hua's face. For so many years, although the cultivation has been progressing slowly. However, in order to cater to her ghost cultivator's lack of body, she forcibly re-cast a new divine pattern, so that one day she can kill her enemies with her own hands.

She has endured too long. It's been so long that if you don't think about it every day, you will forget the **** hatred.

This is not right. Recalling those unbearable pasts again and again can only make people live in the vortex of the past, and they will never be able to extricate themselves! However, this is the only meaning for her to survive with her soul and body.

Even if you are trapped in hatred and completely sinking. She also thinks about it day and night! I am afraid that I will forget even a moment!

Thousands of years have passed in this flash, every life, every day, even every moment, she spends most of her time to deepen her memory. There is always something to think about when one is alive. Her thought is revenge!

She also knew she was paranoid. But the **** massacre and naked betrayal made her live in her own guilt forever. Hatred will not go away, obsession will not go away! Not to mention that it was impossible for her to reincarnate, even if she had to be reincarnated, she couldn't let it go.

The power of a sword is incomparable.

All the hatred she had accumulated over the years turned into a knife intent and slashed down. What is mixed in it is not only her will to hate to the extreme, but also like all the resentful spirits on the Goddess Peak demanding Chang Hua's life again.

Chang Hua held Pang Qinglin's knife with both hands, and his whole body retreated a few steps, a trace of astonishment appeared on his face. How could she still have such a powerful force? Isn't her true spirit damaged? Even if her true spirit is not damaged. In her current state of being without a body, how could such a power erupt with just a simple ghost body?

No! This situation is absolutely wrong!

Pang Qinglin's hand saber hits one after another, completely ignoring the barrier of Chang Hua's divine pattern, and every blow is full of strength, which makes him tired of dealing with it, and at the same time, he is even more horrified. Seeing that there is no way to retreat. The divine patterns all over his body erupted in an instant, and at the cost of self-detonating the divine patterns, a clearing was cleared before the two.

The bodies of members of the Yinyangdu branch were violently blown away and hit the wall heavily.

Pang Qinglin looked at Chang Hua with a cold and stern face, and a sneer appeared on her scarlet lips as she watched Chang Hua use her weapon in a hurry.

For the first time, a hint of panic appeared on Chang Hua's face. At this moment, Pang Qinglin definitely has the strength to kill him!

He likes to bully the weak, like to flirt with others, and likes to kill all the prey he likes. But he didn't like it at all, and he would be beheaded.

Pang Qinglin knows Chang Hua too well. Over the years, even Mourning's power has gradually declined. In front of Mourning, he has always been at the height of the sun, and his status is inferior to that of others.

What he relies on is nothing more than sycophancy, and he is good at catering to Mourning's preferences.

Everyone loves to hear good things. But there is really no one who likes to listen to good things to the extent that Mourning likes it. Hearing all the slander, self-willed, selfish and narrow-minded, but he has a suspicious temperament. If such a weird person doesn't wipe out his father's influence, he will be considered as a real ghost.

"You, you!"

Pang Qinglin didn't respond to Chang Hua's words at all. Just take a step forward, directly disrupting Chang Hua's rhythm, rushing into his close body forcefully, and hitting with a horizontal chop. A jet-black treasured knife appeared in her hand. On the dragon's head on the handle, the dragon's eyes shone with red light, and there was a lingering sorrow.

The sword light flashed, Chang Hua hastily set up the long spear, and Pang Qinglin stood in the weak spot with a knife, directly shaking him until his hands were numb, and the gun rod came out of his hand, flew straight to one side, and stuck it on the ground , the handle of the gun is still swaying.

At this moment, he is no longer as arrogant as he was at the beginning. He suddenly remembered that when Pang Qinglin died last time, he was not among those who did it.

He only had deep covetousness and obsession in his eyes, watching her fight bravely despite being poisoned, and finally fell under the siege of the enemy. Even the matter of Xiaoshou was done by Mourning himself. And he was just waving the flag behind Mourning from the beginning to the end.

He is not good at fighting, if not, he would definitely not like to have fun with the weak.

Feeling the long knife on the neck, Chang Hua's heart at the moment, besides the deep fear, there are many other thoughts. I can't tell, I don't know the way. It was as if he had lived his whole life, and at the last moment of his life, he suddenly realized that he didn't even know what meaningful things he had done. The various sins he committed, apart from the temporary spiritual satisfaction, only brought him an endless emptiness and an even more difficult to fill desire.

If it is said that all people can be saved. That Chang Hua can be said to be completely hopeless.

Because even at the last moment, he never regretted what he did. Even if he didn't find the meaning of living, he didn't regret it.

"You, know? What I hate the most is you people. One by one, he sacrifices himself for others, as if he is the savior. God pity the world? Are you kidding? Look at these corpses in front of you. In order to lure me into the bait, You clearly sent out the information to retreat, but they are still sticking here. The reason is to let me see that this is not a trap!"

Chang Hua laughed, even though his legs were trembling with fear, he still smiled.

"What a dazzling life, what a noble sentiment. Tsk tsk! How sanctimonious? To use the sacrifice of a very small number of people in exchange for the lives of the enemy? It turns out that you are as noble as you, and you will do such things that are not as good as pigs and dogs... ..."

The sharp blade slashed, and a faint golden blood gushed out. A head flew in the air with a look of astonishment, and Pang Qinglin grabbed it in his hand.

She glanced at the messy Yinyangdu branch, and her hideous grimace gradually returned to normal.

"One more!"