Chapter 687: Horrifying Ghost Eyes

When Zhang Tingyin, the head of Danwu Hall, heard Nie Tian mention the name You Mixuan, his body suddenly shook, his expression instantly stiffened, and then his eyes became cold, and he said in a cold voice: "Nie Tian, ​​it is you who killed You Mixuan!"

"Zhang Tingyin, you are indeed from Lingxuantian Pavilion." Nie Tian said coldly: "If I guess correctly, you are the other of the two elders of the Netherworld."

When Zhang Tingyin appeared just now, Nie Tian noticed that the former actually had the breath of the Netherworld ghost, which was very similar to You Mixuan, but stronger than You Mixuan.

"Nie Tian, ​​you are very smart, beyond my expectation." Zhang Tingyin no longer concealed, the muscles on his face changed strangely, and he turned into a bony skull face, and the breath of his whole body also changed directly, becoming gloomy and cold.

"Huh?" Tang Hao saw this scene, his expression stiffened, and he was quite surprised. How could he have thought that the dignified head of Danwu Hall would actually be a person from Lingxuantian Pavilion!

Nie Tian smiled coldly and said, "He is not the real Zhang Tingyin, he just replaced Zhang Tingyin's identity. I'm afraid the real Zhang Tingyin is dead."

"That's right." The old skeleton smiled sinisterly, "My name is You Mi Huang, the real Danwu Palace Master has died at the hands of Lord Ghost King."

Tang Hao and Mo Zhaojing were stunned at the same time. They didn't expect that Zhang Tingyin was really dead.

The Danwu Palace Master was actually a member of Lingxuantian Pavilion. If such a thing were to spread, how would the Alchemist Guild save its face.

"You Mi Huang, the ghosts are gone, but you still dare to stay. Is it to avenge You Mi Xuan?" Nie Tian's expression was indifferent, without any fear, and his calmness was palpitating.

Since You Mi Xuan and You Mi Huang are collectively called the two elders of the underworld, and their names are so similar, they are obviously brothers.

You Mi Huang appeared at this time, it must be to avenge You Mi Xuan.

"Nie Tian, ​​since you know, I can't let you live." You Mi Huang smiled coldly, turned his eyes to Mo Zhaojing, and said coldly: "Master Mo, how about we join forces to kill Nie Tian?"

Mo Zhaojing was stunned at first, and the next moment a flash of heat flashed in his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised diagonally, and nodded solemnly: "You stop Tang Hao, I will kill Nie Tian!"

You Mi Huang's strength is above You Mi Xuan, and he is also the ninth level of the God Wheel. Even compared with Tang Hao, Mo Zhaojing is not far behind. It is impossible for him to defeat Tang Hao, but he can still stop the latter for a while.

Tang Hao's face darkened, and he stepped forward to block Nie Tian, ​​saying: "I am here, and I will never allow anyone to hurt the teacher!"

"Teacher?" Mo Zhaojing smiled coldly, and said: "Tang Hao, I think you are possessed by a ghost. How can a yellow-haired boy be your teacher?"

"Don't talk nonsense with them, do it!" You Mi Huang screamed, and his whole body was full of momentum, but it was endless black air that spread out. Suddenly, the hostility spread, and the space was filled with the smell of blood.

"Tang Hao, be careful, this is the ghost energy of the netherworld, which can make people hallucinate!" Nie Tian roared and reminded Tang Hao.

Tang Hao frowned slightly and saw the black air raging in the air, like black snakes dancing, which was chilling.

You Mi Huang's ghost energy of the netherworld was stronger than You Mi Xuan.

The ghost energy of the netherworld in the void became more and more dense, and the endless ghost energy condensed into five hideous ghost faces, and the bloody killing intent was about to come out.

The air was suddenly filled with the wailing sounds of thousands of evil spirits, eerie and piercing, making people uneasy.

Tang Hao's pupils suddenly shrank, and the Wanjie Ghost Eyes opened. He coldly glanced at the five ghost faces in the air, smiled coldly, and murmured three words from the corner of his mouth: "Wanjie Kill!"

As the word "kill" fell, a blood-red blade whistled out of the void, ignoring all obstacles and attacking You Mi Huang.

"Swoosh!" The blood-red blade flew past, leaving a blood-red light in the air.

In the air, the endless ghost energy disappeared instantly. You Mi Huang stood in place, his pupils suddenly dilated, his hands slowly raised, a red line suddenly exploded on his neck, and blood gushed out like a spring.

Without any time to react, You Mi Huang fell down and died tragically on the spot.

One move, just one move, You Mi Huang, who was at the ninth level of the Divine Wheel, died directly. This is the horror of the Wanjie Ghost Eyes!

Mo Zhaojing watched You Mi Huang's figure fall down, and stood there in a daze, without any reaction for a long time.

Nie Tian's face also froze slightly, and then he smiled bitterly. He underestimated the Ten Thousand Tribulations Ghost Eyes too much, and the reminder just now was a bit ridiculous.

If Tang Hao had not opened the Ten Thousand Tribulations Ghost Eyes, You Mi Huang might have been able to stop him for a while, but facing the Ten Thousand Tribulations Ghost Eyes, You Mi Huang couldn't take a single move.

After killing You Mi Huang, Tang Hao turned to Mo Zhaojing, and his ghost eyes locked on the latter, with a sharp killing intent.

"Brother Tang, you are not going to kill me, are you?" Mo Zhaojing said abruptly with a dull look.

At this moment, facing Tang Hao's Ten Thousand Tribulations Ghost Eyes, Mo Zhaojing was afraid. Those eyes made him unable to have the slightest resistance.

Tang Hao's eyes condensed slightly, and he hesitated in his heart.

Nie Tian saw this scene and shook his head slightly. Tang Hao had been soft-hearted since he was a child. I didn't expect that he still couldn't get rid of this problem even after more than a hundred years.

To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself.

Considering Mo Zhaojing's personality, even if Tang Hao let him go at this time, he would not only not be grateful to Tang Hao, but would hate him even more.

For people like Mo Zhaojing, the best solution is one word, kill!

"Tang Hao, kill him!" Thinking of this, Nie Tian's eyes became cold and he spoke indifferently.

Tang Hao's body trembled suddenly, and then nodded solemnly.

"It's not that easy to kill me!" Suddenly, Mo Zhaojing screamed, and completely put away his pitiful disguise. The magic bone lotus behind him bloomed, and the Yuan power of his whole body surged out. A magic bone blade shot out, and the terrifying momentum suddenly burst out.

"Be careful!" Nie Tian screamed. Mo Zhaojing was too cunning. He pretended to be pitiful first, and when Tang Hao relaxed his guard, he suddenly killed him.

"Huh?" Tang Hao's eyes condensed, and endless pupil power surged out of his pupils. Thousands of ghost blades appeared in the air, like a rain of arrows in the sky, surging like a storm.

"Boom!" In the void, there was a loud noise, and the magic bone blade was completely submerged by thousands of ghost blades.

Mo Zhaojing felt the murderous breath coming towards him, and his pupils couldn't help trembling, and there was an unconcealable despair in his eyes.

Tang Hao's Wanjie Ghost Eyes were too strong, and he couldn't resist it at all.

"I..." Mo Zhaojing opened his mouth wide and wanted to say something, but he only said one word in the last sentence, and he never had the chance to say the rest.

"Boom!" Thousands of ghost blades roared past like a galloping beast, and Mo Zhaojing's body was completely submerged, leaving no trace.

Mo Zhaojing, the head of the Mo family, one of the top masters of the three thousand small worlds, died!

Nie Tian and others were stunned and could not react for a long time.

The ghost eye was too strong. Tang Hao had just opened the Ten Thousand Tribulations Ghost Eye and could directly kill the masters of the same level. If he opened the Blood Moon Ghost Eye, the degree of horror would be unimaginable.