Supernatural Resurrection: Full Level Tongtianlu at the beginning

At this time, Zhao Qing, the king of Dongsheng, was almost exhausted, and the golden light of the protective body slowly dimmed.

The golden light of the Dongsheng King has the purest and strongest power, and it is a magic weapon to purify the curse and resentment of ghosts.

But in the face of the five ghost masters' continuous attacks, he was already at the end of his crossbow.

"It's time to use the arcane!"

Zhao Qing had already expected that the Spiritual Bureau should not be able to arrive for half a year.

If he didn't use the secret arts, he wouldn't have any life. used secret techniques, although it was also a matter of life, but it was able to survive until the supernatural bureau arrived.

Zhao Qing sat down cross-legged, his hands crossed and laid flat on the dantian position. Taking a deep breath, his crossed hands slowly lifted up along the dantian.

"The exercise is reversed!

Zhao Qing snorted again!

At this time, the top of Zhao Qing's head suddenly shone with golden light, and all the ghosts that shone with dazzling golden light couldn't open their eyes.

The five ghost masters were stunned for a moment, and hurriedly retreated.

said that it was too late, and then it was fast, and Zhao Qing had already hit the ghost master with two punches in a row. The golden light fist with a scorching light quickly fell on the two ghost masters.

These two ghost lords screamed at the burning yin. Retreat again and again.

Zhao Qing took advantage of the victory to pursue at this moment, punching golden light, beating the five ghost masters again and again, and there was no chance to attack.

What the hell is this kung fu, how did a person who was about to die suddenly become so strong?

The ghost masters looked at each other, puzzled in their hearts.

"Combined Slam!"

The ghost lord yelled at the other ghost masters!

The other ghost masters understood what they meant, and immediately gathered together, and the yin qi continued to attack Zhao Qing together.

Zhao Qing fought back!

One after another, the golden light fist slammed towards the ghost master.

Time passed minute by minute, Zhao Qing punched continuously, and his fists were strong!

The golden light fist with the power of purifying yin qi and weakening made the five ghost masters struggling, but they were shocked in their hearts.

"It is worthy of being one of the ten kings, the king of Dongsheng, and this hand!"

Suddenly, Zhao Qing stopped.

Suddenly, the golden light around him shone with great power. It burned so much that the corners of the ghost masters' eyes hurt, and they didn't dare to shoot directly.

The ghost lord closest to Zhao Qing couldn't avoid it, he was surrounded by golden light, unable to move, he could only watch the black yin qi around him gradually dissipate, and his figure became thinner and thinner, and after a while, he was completely swallowed by the golden light so that he couldn't even see the shadow.

At this time, Zhao Qing slowly sat down cross-legged, his hands put together on his lap, and his eyes were bright.

A golden light suddenly appeared in the sky in the distance, corresponding to the golden light on Zhao Qing's body.

"Amitabha!"

In the distance, a holy chant suddenly sounded from the golden light in the sky.

"Amitabha!" Zhao Qing recited along.

Then the golden light of the whole body slowly turned into a ball, and Zhao Qing's demeanor was calm in the middle of the flames, and his eyes were bright. It was as if you couldn't feel the scorching heat of the blazing fire.

The four ghost masters next to him had already avoided from afar, the light emitted by Zhao Qing was too strong, and it was harmful to their yin qi, so it was the right way for them to stay away.

They didn't know what kind of kung fu Zhao Qing was, but they also knew that Zhao Qing must have used the secret technique of the sect.

That's right, Zhao Qing, the king of Dongsheng, is a lay disciple with outstanding talent in Buddhism.

This secret technique is the art of Buddhist burning.

As the name suggests, burn yourself to increase your mana, and finally dedicate yourself.

Buddhism is righteous!

"Almost, let's go!"

The ghost lord said. Their mission was accomplished, and it was impossible for the Dongsheng King of the Spiritual Bureau to live.

Because the King of Dongsheng used secret arts, their time was also dragged on for too long. By the time the supernatural bureau's support arrives, they won't be able to toss around.

"Where to go!"

The sound falls into the fist. The flames were rolling, punch after punch, and they were already surging towards the four ghost masters.

Emperor Saigon strode out of the void, his body was not fully revealed, and the fierce fist came first.

This was followed by the King of Ice, the King of Taishan, and the King of Guicheng.

King Taishan and King Guicheng immediately attacked the ghost masters.

The Ice King rushes to the aid of the Paranormal Bureau to deal with the other kings.

The ghost lords were all bitter about the fierce attacks of the first emperor and the second king.

Originally, the five ghosts had an absolute advantage over one king, and they came with the mentality of running away after taking advantage.

Not only can't they go now, but they also have to face the powerhouses of the supernatural game, and their mentality is about to collapse.

At this time, Zhao Qing's figure had slowly disappeared, and he couldn't see his appearance. The golden light and flames slowly faded away.

There is not the slightest trace of incineration. No ash, no smoke. It's just that the air around his original location is unusually fresh and clean.

At this time, in the distant Shangjing City Spiritual Bureau, three bells rang, shaking the hearts of everyone in the Spiritual Bureau.

This is the mourning bell for the departure of the king of the supernatural bureau. The mourning bell rang three times to announce the departure of the king.

Everyone was in a heavy mood and looked solemn. Silently mourn in my heart!

At this time, Lin Yue, who was resting at home in Tianhai City, suddenly felt distressed, as if something had been pulled out of his heart.

Lin Yue was stunned.

"What's going on? It stands to reason that this body should be disease-free and pain-free now, so how can it have a pain?"

"Could it be that what is going on in Luobei City will affect me?"

Lin Yue was puzzled.

Doubts are doubts, but it only hurts for a while and I don't feel anything anymore. Lin Yue didn't care anymore and continued to rest.

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The strength of the king is not blown out, it is all relying on strength to reach the king level step by step.

What's more, there is also the powerful emperor of Saigon.

The four ghost lords faced the Saigon Emperor, the King of Taishan, and the King of Guicheng, but they were not as easy as when they dealt with the King of Dongsheng alone.

The Emperor of Saigon has one person against two ghosts, and the King of Mount Tai and King Guicheng each have one ghost.

King Taishan, Kung Fu is as its name suggests. An octagonal hammer scorched the wind, slamming towards the ghost lord like Mount Tai pressing the top.

King Taishan is agile and flexible, the power is infinite, the octagonal hammer shabu, drag, hang, smash, beat, rush, cloud, cover, all kinds of moves wave towards the cloud yin attack.

The octagonal hammer emitted bursts of copper-golden light, and with King Taishan's hammer after hammer, it was unstoppably surging towards the ghost lord Yunyin.

Sledgehammer is invincible. The ghost lord retreats from the clouds.

King Guicheng, who has a goatee, is elegant on the surface and has the demeanor of a Taoist priest.

He was born in the Taoist Sect, and he danced freely and elegantly with one hand.

Dust whisking is both a weapon and a magic weapon. Outsiders looked at the soft dust, which was a weapon to kill ghosts in the hands of King Guicheng.

The soft and hard whisk is soft when it dances, and the direction is born from the heart.

When it hits the ghost, it is as hard as a sharp knife, and a thousand blades of the knife go into the bone.

With the arrogance emitted by the dust, thousands of threads are inextricably linked.

King Guicheng confronted him, just suppressing his purple spikes.

Towards the King of Guicheng, he scattered his spikes with dark purple terrifying yin qi like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers.

The dust of King Guicheng is like a fluttering fairy, jumping and dancing with the wind. The slightest dust sweeps away the demons and ghosts in the world.

Holding a whisk in your hand is not a mortal!

At this time, the Guicheng Wang Immortal was floating in the air like a bone, like an otherworldly immortal.

The ghost lord was secretly shocked and timid.

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