MTL - Master of Untold Daos-Chapter 952 Evil ghost tears

In the dark sanctuary, it was already a chaos, but in the outside world, it did not see any change.

Seeing the white-haired ghosts dripping blood, the spring is not old and sneer: "My stupid and weak son, what you remember, is it only the means that these widowers will use to display?"

"The blind life is just a means of coward!"

"Offensive, is the best defense, long-term loss will be lost, this truth, you actually do not understand!"

Spring did not teach the white-haired ghost, and occasionally looked at Chen Ming, but found that Chen Mingzheng had a fire and began to roast lamb skewers.......

"Well, let's have a sigh of relief...." Chen Minghao sipped the golden kebabs in the mouth and sprinkled a cumin powder.

Too lazy to care about Chen Ming, Chun did not stand in the middle of hundreds of emperors, smiled and said: "Do you only have this ability? My son has only this ability, but there is no way to take revenge."

The white-haired ghost's limbs popped the short sword again. "You will do it!"

The white-haired ghost rushed toward the spring, "Instant, the sky!"

boom!

Spring is not a good old hand is a knife, directly white hair sneaky back dozens of steps, arms trembled, above the arm, with black blood dripping, his hand bones, was shattered three.

However, the white-haired ghost still did not give up, and continued to use various techniques to attack the spring.

"Heavenly sacred!"

"Eight feet invincible!"

"Thunder Aurora!"

.......

Countless times, I was knocked down, and I climbed up again and again. The white-haired ghost continued to attack the spring, and bang!

Another knife fell, and the white-haired ghost smashed his legs into the ground.

The white-haired ghost reached out and he still wanted to get up, but he was trampled on his head by the spring. "Enough, I don't want to see it again!"

"You, 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 killed my heart, it is the ability to kill me. Then, you have inherited everything, I feel nothing, I Everything is supposed to be yours, but you, there is no such skill!"

"Now it seems that I think more, you, this is just a waste, how can you afford the power of second-order authority?"

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

"It’s not like this, it’s better to let you die, so that you have taken over the authority in the future, but you are imprisoned and tortured!"

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

Chen Mingxi took the mutton skewers in his mouth. Looking at this situation, this old thing is dead!

After all, the villains died in words!

This is the unchanging truth!

Spring did not smile and looked at the white-haired ghost in front of him, then said: "So, how do you want to die?"

Spring is not letting go of the white-haired ghost, the white-haired ghost knees on the knees in front of the spring, and bows his head and asks: "Father, my son is wrong, the son should not think of killing you...."

"Son, want to inherit everything from you!"

Spring is not full of enthusiasm, the spring breeze is proud, reaching out and licking only half of the beard.

The white-haired ghost continued: "And, father, I have a word that I want to tell you."

Spring is not smug, and I don’t care about the white-haired ghost at this time. "My son, what do you want to say?"

The head of the white-haired ghost slowly lifted up. "My father has just taught me a lot, and I want to teach my father a little."

"That is, your majesty does not necessarily mean surrender, half awkward, but also the strongest posture!" (Refer to the 100-meter running posture)

Spring did not detect the wrong place, but it did not have time to react. What he saw was just the fierce light in the eyes of the white-haired ghost!

The white-haired ghost flashed past, and he bowed his head, in his own belly, toward two short swords.

The endless blue flame swayed on his body, and his mouth was filled with blue lava-like magma, taking away all his power!

He looked at the white-haired ghost, and his mouth was unclear. "You... I have long... know.......I.... ..weakness......."

"No.......Yes....my.......son..."

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

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

He reached out and tried to touch the head of the white-haired ghost. The hand just touched the white hair of the white-haired ghost, and it was kicked open by the white-haired ghost. The two separated, and the spring did not hold a white hair, but then fell. The ground, the flames of the whole body are extinguished.

His eyes lost any glory and there was no more breath.

Spring is not old.

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

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

"Mother, have you seen it? I, give you revenge!"

The white-haired ghost opened his hands and roared toward the sky like a beast. "Ah!"

He looked down and looked at Chen Ming, then before he reached the lonely star, he reached out and picked up the lone star, and then he heard the whisper of the authority.

"[The Devil's Scorpio Lone Star], the uncle, the aunt, the sorcerer, the close, all die without a place of burial!"

The white-haired ghost wants to let go of the lone star in his hand, but finds that the authority continues to whisper, "Oh, it is my master!"

The white-haired ghost has a big heart. If you want to inherit this second-order authority, what is needed is the uncle and the aunt?

He turned back and looked at the spring that fell to the ground. He quickly ran to the front of the spring, and the old belly robes were torn apart by his short sword. At this moment, a pair of small embroidered shoes from him. The robes that are open in the abdomen fall and fall on the ground.

The white-haired ghost reached out and picked up the pair of small embroidered shoes. "This is the first pair of shoes I passed as a ghost baby..."

Behind him, the black robe split, and a lone star was dotted behind him. There was no star to accompany him, and there was no sun, no moon, no cold, no cold.

He looked at the already dying spring, half-smiling and half-smiling: "So, everything is your calculation, you have calculated for seven hundred years, is it for me to kill you personally?"

"Because this is the only way to fully inherit the power of the Lone Star...."

"You, before I was born, I knew that I was a reincarnation..."

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

"No, no!"

The white-haired ghost fell to the ground. "You like my child, but why don't you say it, but let me kill you?"

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

Chen Ming looked at this dramatic scene, and there were so many bends around it.

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

The white-haired ghost catches it, raises his neck, and lifts the jar of wine to pour the spirits into his mouth.

Tears mixed with the entrance to the wine, covering the traces of tears.

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