Heir To All

The black mist followed the ice layer and quickly spread to Chu Linguang.

People seemed to see a **** hand grabbing at Chu Linguang who was standing on the iron tower.

Chu Linguang exclaimed, decisively stomped down, and the strong force stepped on the ice layer, breaking the ice layer and the iron tower, shattering in an instant, and collapsing toward the ground.

The old king was originally trapped in the ice, and the ice fell and collapsed, and he also fell.

But at this moment, he was surrounded by black mist, like a giant hand tearing the ice layer apart, the old king wearing a cloak once again appeared in front of Chu Linguang, looking at Chu Linguang with empty eyes, it was all playful.

It seemed that Chu Linguang was no longer a powerhouse of the same level in the eyes of the old emperor.

"Take me another shot!"

Chu Linguang did not evade.

The third style of Xuanming's spear technique, the mirror flowers gushing out.

The old king had a pair of ghostly eyes, as if he had hallucinated, returning to his childhood.

But it was only a moment.

Seeing Chu Linguang's long spear hit, the cloak and black mist around him automatically blocked him, turning into a giant hand again, and directly grabbed Chu Linguang's silver long spear.

"Um?"

Chu Linguang was taken aback and found that the spear was firmly grasped, and he couldn't pull it back for a while. In addition, the spear became very cold, and there was black mist spreading along the spear toward his body with both hands.

For a while, Chu Linguang decisively released the silver spear, and shot his body backward.

Before he could figure out what the black mist came from, Chu Linguang didn't dare to make contact with the black mist rashly, and at the same time the fiery eyes shrouded him, wanting to see some clues, and finally determined that the black mist was lifeless.

It is formed by the condensation of dead spirits.

"Whoo!"

The old king threw the silver backhand at Chu Linguang, and wanted to shoot Chu Linguang through his body. There was still lifelessness on the silver spear, changing from silver to black.

Chu Linguang hurriedly stepped away, and completely left the iron tower. In the eyes of everyone, the old king returned to the iron tower.

Wearing a black cloak and full of black mist, he is now looking down at everyone, like a black court **** of war. For a moment, a smile appeared on the cold expression of the old monarch.

"After playing, if Chu Linguang can't take him down, what shall we do."

"Everyone rushed along with me to support Brother Chu and get rid of the old demon. Otherwise, when the old demon comes to the door, he will definitely die!"

Everyone feels bad.

Guo Chen couldn't help but hurriedly shouted.

"Dead, I know, I have a way."

But at this moment, Chu Linguang looked happy.

He hurriedly shouted to Guo Chen and the others: "This is my battle with him. You all retreat to me."

While speaking, Chu Linguang rose to the sky.

The "Feng Shui Dafa" in his mind runs automatically. He uses steel buildings and urban forests as the cornerstones of feng shui to start in situ. A Feng Shui general situation that can refine dead energy for his own use, the Nether Feng Shui Bureau, flashes quickly.

In an instant, the sky seemed to dim.

The sun and the moon are covered by this Feng Shui bureau.

As Chu Linguang’s method changed, ghosts of Yin soldiers emerged from all directions. Above Chu Linguang’s head, a black whirlpool appeared. In the whirlpool, one could faintly see a white bone moving, and there was a grinning sound of grinning teeth. .

The two dead breaths collided together instantly.

"Forgot to tell you, I am still a great feng shui fairy."

Chu Linguang smiled.

Once the Netherworld Fengshui Bureau was formed, he saw that the black mist on the old emperor's body and the cloak behind him all had traces of detachment, as if they were about to be sucked away by the vortex above his head.

"You... how is this possible?"

The old king's dark eyes appeared in shock, the black mist on his body diminished, and the cloak behind him became less visible, as if a forbidden magic method had encountered a natural enemy.

"Nothing is impossible, I will kill you today."

Chu Linguang controlled the Netherworld Fengshui Bureau and quickly enveloped the old king.

"You can't help me."

The old king didn't believe in evil, but his dark eyes had faded at this moment, and his eyes had recovered as before. Seeing Chu Linguang coming from the Feng Shui bureau, the whirlpool above his head grew larger and larger, and the bones wandering in the whirlpool became more and more excited.

The old king's complexion changed drastically, and he patted out an upturned palm, wrapped in the breath of death, and blasted towards Chu Linguang.

But as soon as this palm arrived in front of Chu Linguang, the dead spirit was automatically stripped away by the Netherworld Fengshui Bureau.

And the vortex grows bigger and bigger, and the iron tower will be shrouded as soon as possible, and the old emperor will be deeply trapped in it.

"Whoo!"

Seeing this, the old king hurried away.

Away from the tower.

The black court secret method, possessed by the **** of death, can not only devour people's fright, but also form a strong defense.

Even Chu Linguang's Xuan Ming spear technique couldn't be broken.

But once it encounters the general situation of Feng Shui that can absorb lifelessness, its power will be greatly reduced, just like a tiger has its teeth extracted.

This was unexpected by the old king.

Before he wants to come.

The great feng shui immortals like Guo Chen and the old man outside Guan, the feng shui bureau that started in the same place, even if they can absorb the dead spirit, will not threaten him, because their feng shui bureau is not much stronger.

I don't know, Chu Linguang is the real feng shui great immortal.

Starting in situ, a round of Netherworld Fengshui, the extreme reached its extreme, as if it had been arranged in advance, it instantly smothered him.

In the sight of everyone.

Originally back on the iron tower, wearing a black cloak, like an old king of another black court war god, majestic and arrogant, before he roared wildly, he was frightened by the Nether Fengshui Bureau controlled by Chu Linguang and flees quickly, and he drew away with Chu Linguang. Distance, never dared to stand on the iron tower again.

"Can you escape?"

Chu Linguang sneered.

The tactics changed again, the Feng Shui Dafa quickly moved, and a layer of Nether Feng Shui Bureau, at this moment, formed a momentum of swallowing the sky, as if covering the entire province, and the death energy from all directions gathered toward the vortex above Chu Linguang's head.

So that Chu Linguang was really bathed in the black mist, and even the phantom of Death appeared behind him.

"this……"

Everyone was shocked.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

Feng Shui Bureau, unexpectedly, still has this terrifying side, which has refreshed people's three views, especially people's views on Chu Linguang, which have all changed again.

Instinctively realized that it seems that Chu Linguang knows everything.

He is a martial artist, and even a monk who can control the thunder and call the wind and rain. Now he is still a great feng shui immortal. No wonder Guo Chen and the old man outside Guan, who are also great feng shui immortals, will look forward to Chu Linguang's head and assume the role of younger brother.

People looked at the old king with sympathy.

They saw that the black mist on the old emperor's body seemed to have been pulled away, the cloak had faded away, and there was no horror before, as if everything they had seen before was just an illusion.

"Do you think that my black court secret technique can be solved by your Feng Shui bureau?"

The old king was furious.

Roared: "Death Blade, kill!

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