God-level Selection System

Chapter 312 The Black Mountain Old Monster Takes Action

"Ok?"

Faced with these black and overwhelming groups of ghosts, and the ghost soldiers who were driving towards Lanruo Temple not far away from the skeletal war horse, Ye Chen looked cold.

"Bold evildoer, I want to see it, and when you eliminate this group of ghost soldiers, see what you can do!"

When the palm of his hand was turned, a dazzling light burst out from the purple golden bowl.

"Dawei Tianlong, Blessed Earth-Zang, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Bamakong, go--"

The purple-gold bowl, which was not as big as a palm, flew into the air, and the wind grew longer, and it suddenly enveloped all the ghosts that greeted each other.

Afterwards, there was a dazzling Buddha light.

"what!"

"Zizi--"

"Master Black Mountain, help!"

A group of ghosts wailed and cried, under the shining of the Buddha's light, like snow under the sun, melting one after another, leaving no trace...

"Asshole!"

At this scene, the old demon from Black Mountain was furious.

The tree monster grandmother was killed. He thought it was done by a few ignorant ascetics. He didn't think that now that he had come to the world as a clone, there were still people who did not live or die, slaughtering his men in front of him.

It's simply...

"Da da--"

Accompanied by the sound of heavy horseshoes, the ghost soldiers under the old demon of Black Mountain also launched a charge towards Ye Chen and others.

These ghost soldiers are covered with dark and heavy armor. They don’t seem to be waiting for a while, plus they are riding on a skeletal war horse. They are tireless, not afraid of severe cold and heat, and can ignore the restrictions of the terrain. Adding the two is naturally not as simple as one plus one.

The most important thing is that these ghost soldiers are the elites of the old Black Mountain demon, and they have cooperated with each other for dozens or hundreds of years, and they are first-class elite soldiers.

"boom--"

As the ghost soldiers approached, they came whizzing like an earthquake.

"Huh, little bugs."

Ye Chen is not stupid, and naturally will not let these ghost soldiers take action after the formation is completed.

After all, in the era of cold weapons, the power of cavalry is naturally not to be underestimated. Once the cavalry has formed a scale, it is almost indestructible.

And these ghost soldiers in front of you, let alone take it lightly!

Even if Ye Chen could not be afraid of this level of impact, there were Yan Chixia, Ning Caichen, and Nie Xiaoqian beside him, so naturally they wouldn't watch them take risks.

"go with--"

The previous sword weapon resurfaced in Ye Chen's hands.

"Wan Jian Jue——!"

Hearing this sound, Yan Chixia on the side also forcibly resisted the excitement in her heart and watched seriously.

After all, with his current level, the Shushan Sect's swordsmanship is tantamount to opening a new door for Yan Chixia, a door leading to the road of Jianxian.

"Rainy, 簌簌簌——"

Jianqi is like rain.

Even if the cavalry in front of them formed a battle, one by one was not afraid of death.

But under the sweep of Wan Jian Jue, it didn't last long, just like cutting wheat, one after another, falling to the ground one after another.

"Ok?"

Seeing this scene, the old Black Mountain demon had expected it, and he was extremely surprised.

Fortunately, this clone of him was originally a skeleton in the city of vain, and it was covered by a mask, so it would naturally not be noticed by others.

"Little monk, who are you, and why do you have such an exquisite sword technique?"

With the experience of the old Black Mountain demon, it is natural to see the ingenuity of this ten thousand sword art, but the one who uses this trick is not from the Shushan Sword Sect, nor from the Kunlun Sect, but a monk...a The Buddha's light is introverted, and at first glance he is a young monk with a not weak Buddhist cultivation.

"Why, the body is just a skin. Could it be that you can't even see this truth?"

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, squinted at the old Black Mountain demon, and said coldly: "If this is the case, it is better to return to your vain city early, so as not to damage this clone in vain."

You know, this kind of clone is not something ordinary people can make.

Especially like the Old Demon Black Mountain, it is not easy to create a clone that can walk in the sun and also possess part of his own power.

At least this body must be gestated for more than a hundred years before it can be freely manipulated.

"Humph!"

Regarding Ye Chen’s advice, or insinuation, the Old Demon Black Mountain dismissed it with a bit of arrogance in his voice: "If you can’t even take care of a few of you, then the Lord of this dead city, why? Don’t you want to be ridiculed? What's more... This seat is determined to build a ghost realm to replace the Yin Cao Netherworld and control the six reincarnations..."

"With this, this seat will become the master of the underworld, the unique supreme in heaven and on earth!"

"Yeah, ambition is not small?"

Looking at the self-confident old Black Mountain demon, Ye Chen wanted to ask the other person, is it because Liang Jingru gave you such courage?

If it wasn't for the Black Mountain Old Demon who had only sent a clone this time, he also wanted to try to use the Divine Art to see if he could subdue the giant in the underworld.

But now...

Let's get rid of this clone first!

Such a thought flashed in his mind, and the old Black Mountain demon in the black sedan chair had already got up, stepped out, and came to the sky above Lanruo Temple.

And the majestic ghost energy all over his body also broke out at the same time.

In an instant, the surrounding scenes changed drastically. It seemed that under the influence of ghosts, the surroundings were like hell, forming a huge and mighty aura, which made the heart chill.

With only one's own power, the surrounding environment will be changed into its own domain.

Even if it is a clone, the strength of the Black Mountain Old Demon cannot be underestimated.

It's not over yet...

"Drink!"

Accompanied by a dull and extremely depressing, weird sound as if to vomit blood.

However, I saw the bones of the ghost soldiers on the ground, and the densely white bones in the mass grave not far from Lanruo Temple, suddenly seemed to be attracted by some kind of power, and gathered into the body of the old Black Mountain demon.

In a blink of an eye!

I saw that the old demon Black Mountain was covered with densely packed, countless human heads, every human head, and his body became as large as a hill, and underneath was almost a high mountain composed of human heads. Set off extremely stalwart!

"Smelly monk, and Yan Chixia... Since you like to be nosy, today is your death day... Come on, merge with this seat, and become a part of this seat's body!"

The voice fell, but he suddenly opened his mouth.

A huge suction force also exploded in an instant, turning into a huge whirlpool, as if to swallow the entire Lanruo Temple.

"what--"

"Beard, Master Fahai, help!"

"Chen Chen——"