Master of Untold Daos: Nine hundred fifty-two evil ghosts cry

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In the dark temple hall, there is already a chaos, but in the outside world, there is no change.

Seeing the white-haired ghost rebirth with blood, Chun Bulao sneered: "My stupid and cowardly son, do you remember that these cowards are the only means to use?"

"Blindly saving one's life is just a cowardly method!"

"Offensive is the best defense, defense will be lost for a long time. You don't even understand this truth!"

Spring is not old and teaches the white-haired ghost, and occasionally glances at Chen Ming, only to find that Chen Mingzheng has raised a fire and started grilling lamb skewers...

"Well, another cumin flavor..." Chen Ming threw a pinch of cumin powder on the golden lamb skewers in his mouth.

Too lazy to deal with Chen Ming, Chun Bulao stood among hundreds of puppet emperors, smiling and said: "Do you have only this ability? My son only has this ability, but there is no way to get revenge."

The white-haired ghost's limbs popped out the dagger again, "You will do what you want!"

The white-haired ghost rushed towards Chun Bu Lao, "In an instant, the sky!"

Boom!

Chun Bu Lao raised his hand with a knife, and directly smashed the white-haired ghost back dozens of steps. His arms trembled, and black blood dripped on his arms. Three of his hand bones were shattered.

But the white-haired ghost still didn't give up, and continued to cast various spells to attack the spring.

"Holy Qi of Splitting the Sky!"

"Bachi is invincible!"

"Thunder Aurora!"

.......

Being knocked down countless times, and getting up again countless times, the white-haired ghost continued to attack Chun Bu Lao, Boom!

A knife fell again, splitting the white-haired ghost into the ground with his legs.

The white-haired ghost stretched out his hand. He wanted to get up, but he was stepped on his head by Chun Bulao, "Enough, I don't want to watch it again!"

"You are not worthy of being my son, my son, shouldn't be such a waste."

He raised the knife in his hand and continued: "I thought that since you have the heart to kill me, you have the ability to kill me. Then, you inherited everything from me, and I don’t think What, everything about me should be yours, but you don’t have this ability!"

"Now it seems that I think too much. You are just a waste, how can you withstand the power of second-order authority?"

"You can't control the power, you are destined to be swallowed by the power itself!"

"It's better to let you die than to be like this. It's better than to take over the authority in the future, but you are imprisoned and tortured in every way!"

"Death in my hands, I can give you a happy one!"

Chen Ming smashed the lamb skewers in his mouth, depending on the situation, this old thing is dead!

After all, the villain died of talking!

This is an eternal truth!

Chun Bu Lao smiled and looked at the white-haired ghost in front of him, and then said: "So, how do you want to die?"

Chun Bu Lao let go of the gray-haired ghost. The gray-haired ghost knelt on one knee in front of Chun Bu Lao, bowed his head and pleaded: "Father, my son is wrong, my son shouldn't have thought of killing you... .."

"Son, I want to inherit everything from you!"

Chunbulaozhi is proud of himself, and Chunfeng is proud, and he strokes only half of his beard.

The white-haired ghost continued: "And, father, I want to say something to you."

Chun is not old and smug, and didn't care about the gray-haired ghost at this time, "My son, what do you want to say?"

The gray-haired ghost slowly raised his head, "My father just taught me a lot, and I want to teach my father a little too."

"That is, kneeling does not necessarily mean surrender. Half kneeling is also the strongest posture!" (refer to the 100-meter running posture)

Chun Bu Lao noticed something wrong, but he didn't have time to react. All he saw was the fierce light beating in the eyes of the white-haired ghost!

The white-haired ghost flashed past, and he lowered his head and pointed at two short swords in his belly.

Endless blue flames swayed on his body, blue lava-like lava flowing in his mouth, and at the same time took away all his power!

He looked at the gray-haired ghost, his mouth could not be clear, "You...you...know...I...I... ..... Weaknesses......"

"Ashamed...Yes....My...son..."

"The only...son...the most...proud...son... ...."

"You...want...remember...power...is a price... ..."

He stretched out his hand, trying to stroke the gray-haired ghost’s head, but his hand just touched the gray-haired ghost’s white hair, he was kicked away by the gray-haired ghost, the two separated, Chun Bu Lao holding a strand of white hair , And then fell to the ground, the flames all over his body went out.

His eyes have lost any look and no breath anymore.

Spring is not old and dead.

The white-haired ghost laughed wildly, "Mother, have you seen it? I, Wang Jiujiu, finally avenge you!"

"This guy is not worthy of being my father!"

"Mother, did you see it? I, avenged you!"

ghost white hair with open arms, like a wild beast roar toward the sky, "ah ah ah ah!"

He lowered his head, took a look at Chen Ming, and then walked to the lone star skin. He stretched out his hand and picked up the lone star skin. Then, he heard the whisper of authority.

"[Magic Word·Lone Star of the Devil], who kills fathers and mothers, kills teachers, those who are close to them, all die without a place to be buried!"

The white-haired ghost wanted to let go of the Lone Star Skin, but found out that the authority continued to whisper, "You, is my master!"

The white-haired ghost is very excited. If he wants to inherit this second-order authority, what he needs is to kill his father and mother?

He turned his head and looked at Chun Bulao who fell on the ground. He quickly ran to Chun Bulao. Chun Bulao’s abdomen robe was torn apart by his short sword. At this moment, a pair of small Embroidered shoes fell from his open robe and landed on the ground.

The white-haired ghost stretched out his hand and picked up this little pair of embroidered shoes, "This is the first pair of shoes I wore when I was a ghost baby..."

Behind him, the black robes were torn apart, and a lone star dotted his back, without any stars to accompany, nor sun or moon, alone, cold and solemn.

He looked at Chun Beng who was already dead, half crying and half smiling, and said: "So, everything is your calculation. You calculated for seven hundred years, so that I could kill you by myself?"

"Because only in this way can we fully inherit the power of the lone star of Tiansha..."

"You, before I was born, you knew I was a samsara immortal..."

"Do you think you are like this, I will appreciate you?"

"No, no!"

The gray-haired ghost fell to the ground, "You like me as a child, but why don't you tell me, you want me to kill you?"

"Power, no, I don't want this power at all..."

Chen Ming looked at the dramatic scene before him. It turned out that there were so many twists and turns in it.

He waved, a jar of wine appeared in his hand, he opened the cover, took a sip, and threw it directly in the direction of the gray-haired ghost.

The gray-haired ghost caught it, raised his neck, and lifted the wine jar to pour spirits into his mouth.

The tears are mixed with the drink entrance, hiding the traces of tears.

When the love reaches the depths, the evil spirit sheds tears.