There was already chaos in the Dark Hall, but there was no change outside.

Seeing the white-haired ghost reborn with blood, Chun Bu Lao sneered: "My stupid and cowardly son, are you remembering that only these cowards can use it?"

"Stay to save your life is just a coward's method!"

"Observation is the best defense. If you defend for a long time, you will lose. You don't even understand this principle!"

Chun Bu Lao taught the white-haired ghost a lesson. He accidentally looked at Chen Ming, but found that Chen Ming was rising and started grilling lamb skewers...

"Well, let's have another cumin flavor..." Chen Ming smashed the golden mutton skewers in his mouth and sprinkled a pinch of cumin powder.

Too lazy to pay attention to Chen Ming, Chun Bu Lao stood among hundreds of puppet emperors and smiled and said, "Do you only have this ability? My son only has this ability, but he can't take revenge."

The white-haired ghost's limbs popped up the dagger again, "You will get what you want!"

The white-haired ghost rushed towards Chun Bu Lao, "In an instant, the sky light!"

boom!

Chun Bu Lao raised his hand and slashed the white-haired ghost back dozens of steps. His arms trembled. On the arms, there were black blood dripping, and three of his hand bones were shattered.

But the white-haired ghost still did not give up and continued to use various magics to attack Chun Bu Lao.

"The Holy Aura of Pi Tian!"

"Eight feet invincible!"

"Thunder Aurora!"

.........

He was knocked down countless times, got up again countless times, and the white-haired ghost continued to attack Chun Bu Lao, bomb!

Another knife fell down, slashing the white-haired ghost so that his legs fell to the ground.

The white-haired ghost stretched out his hand. He wanted to get up, but Chun Bu Lao stepped on his head. "Enough, I don't want to see it anymore!"

"You are not worthy of being my son, my son, that's not such a waste."

He raised the knife in his hand and continued, "I thought that since you had the heart to kill me, even if you had the ability to kill me, then you inherited everything from me, and I don't think anything about me. Everything about me should be yours, but you don't have the ability to do this!"

"Now it seems that I'm overthinking you, you are just a waste, how can you bear the power of second-order authority?"

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

"Instead of this, you might as well let you die, better than take over authority in the future, but be imprisoned and tortured in all kinds of ways!"

"Die in my hands, I can give you some fun!"

Chen Ming smashed the mutton skewers in his mouth. Judging from the situation, this old guy is dead!

After all, the villain died because he talked too much!

This is the eternal truth!

Chun Bulao smiled and looked at the white-haired ghost in front of him, and then said, "So, how do you want to die?"

Chun Bu Lao let go of the white-haired ghost. The white-haired ghost knelt on one knee in front of Chun Bu Lao, lowered his head and begged, "Father, my son is wrong, my son shouldn't have thought of killing you..."

"Son, I want to inherit everything from you!"

Spring is full of ambition and full of pride and spring breeze. He reached out and stroked his beard with only half of it.

The white-haired ghost continued, "And, father, I have something to say to you."

Chun Bu Lao felt complacent and didn't care about the white-haired ghost at this time, "My son, what do you want to say?"

The white-haired ghost's head slowly raised, "My father just taught me a lot, and I want to teach my father a little too."

"That is, kneeling down does not necessarily mean surrender, half-kneeling is also the posture with the strongest force!" (Refer to the 100-meter running posture)

Chun Bulao noticed something wrong, but she didn't have time to react. What he saw was the fierce light that was beating in the eyes of the white-haired ghost!

The figure of the white-haired ghost flashed by, and he lowered his head and looked towards two short swords in his belly.

Endless blue flames swayed on his body, and blue lava-like magma flowed in his mouth, taking away all his power!

He looked at the white-haired ghost and couldn't breathe clearly, "You... have known...my...weakness..."

"It's worthy of...my son..."

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

"You... want... remember... strength... comes at a price..."

He reached out and wanted to touch the head of the white-haired ghost. However, when he just touched the white-haired ghost's white-haired ghost, he was kicked away by the white-haired ghost. The two separated. Chun Bu Lao held a strand of white hair, and then fell to the ground, and the flames all over his body were extinguished.

His eyes lost any spirit and no breath anymore.

Spring is dead without age.

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

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

"Mother, have you seen it? I have avenged you!"

The white-haired ghost opened his hands and roared into the sky like a wild beast, "Ahhhhhh!"

He lowered his head, looked at Chen Ming, and then walked to the lonely star skin. He reached out and picked up the lonely star skin. Then, he heard the whisper of authority.

"[Demon Words·Tiansha Lone Star], those who kill their father, mother, and master, and those who are close to them will die without a place to bury them!"

The white-haired ghost wanted to let go of the lonely star skin in his hand, but found that the authority continued to whisper, "You are my master!"

The white-haired ghost was very excited. If he wanted to inherit this second-level authority, what he needed was to kill his father, mother, and master?

He turned around and looked at Chun Bu'an who was lying on the ground. He hurriedly ran to Chun Bu'an's body. Chun Bu'an's abdomen was torn apart by his dagger. At this moment, a pair of small embroidered shoes fell from his open robe and fell on the ground.

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

Behind him, the black robe cracked, and a lonely star dotted behind him, without any stars, nor the sun and the moon, lonely, cold and solemn.

He looked at the dead Chun Bu Lao and said half-cry and half-smiling: "So, everything is your plan. You have been planning for seven hundred years to let me kill you with my own hands?"

"Because only in this way can we fully inherit the power of Tiansha Lone Star..."

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

"Do you think I would be grateful to you if you do this?"

"No, no!"

The white-haired ghost fell to the ground, "You like me as a child, but why don't you say that, but you want me to kill you?"

"Strength, no, I don't want this kind of power at all..."

Chen Ming looked at the dramatic scene in front of him and found that there were so many twists and turns in it.

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

The white-haired ghost caught it, raised his neck, lifted the wine jar and poured the strong wine into his mouth.

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

When the love reaches deeper, the evil ghosts cry.
Chapter completed!