"Kill him!"
The Crow of Misfortune's eyes were ferocious. It waved the Purgatory Vengeful Spirit Flag in its hand, and a mysterious power acted on the evil spirits and vengeful spirits. The aura of death poured into their bodies, greatly increasing their strength.
Rumble ~ ~
The evil spirits turned into horsemen. They wore armor, and among them were skeleton horses. They held shields and spears in their hands. Like soldiers, they stepped on the air and charged at Xia Ping.
Hundreds and thousands of Undead Horsemen appeared. They were neat and uniform, like a powerful army. Their killing intent surged, and the terrifying aura of death enveloped a radius of several kilometers.
They locked onto Xia Ping's aura. No matter where he fled, they would chase him to the end.
"This is the power of the Purgatory Vengeful Spirit Flag? It's too terrifying. "
"How is this a treasure? It's clearly an army."
"The more living beings it kills, the stronger the flag becomes. It really lives up to its name."
"If even the king is killed, doesn't that mean that even the king's soul will be bound by this flag and become a puppet?"
"No wonder this flag acted as if it was facing a great enemy. It's too terrifying."
"It can't be stopped at all. No matter how strong Xia Ping is, he probably can't stop it."
"How can he stop it? People say that there are hundreds and thousands of soldiers in an army. Countless horses will trample him into meat paste in an instant. "
Tyrant Hero and the others all widened their eyes in fright. They were completely shocked by the power of the Purgatory Vengeful Spirit Flag. This was no flag. It was clearly a tiger tally to command an army.
This was bullying with numbers. It was too much.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In an instant, these Ghost Horsemen attacked Xia Ping. Their spears were like a forest, as if they wanted to pierce through Xia Ping in an instant and turn his body into a beehive.
Xia Ping was not to be outdone. His fists were like the wind as he used the Ten Thousand Beasts Fist. At this moment, he had turned into a forest of beasts. There were tigers, cheetahs, lions, elephants, hungry wolves, kangaroos, and so on.
His fists and feet were like lethal weapons, containing tremendous power. The attacking Ghost Horsemen were all defeated with a few punches and feet and turned into dust.
However, these Ghost Riders seemed to be undying existences. After being defeated by Xia Ping's kick, they turned into a mass of death aura that spread between heaven and earth.
Then, the Crow of Misfortune just had to wave the Purgatory Vengeful Soul Flag slightly, and some of the Ghost Riders that had been killed would come back to life, and the majestic aura of death would condense into Ghost Riders again.
Even though Xia Ping had expended a lot of energy, he hadn't killed a single Ghost Rider. Instead, he was surrounded, and no matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape.
"Haha, it's useless. It's completely useless. Under the Purgatory Vengeful Soul Flag, these Ghost Riders are immortal. No matter how many times you kill them, they can be resurrected again."
The Crow of Misfortune was elated, feeling extremely good. This human had fallen into his Evil Spirit Army, and even if he wanted to struggle, he couldn't escape.
Don't look at the brat's current appearance, as time passed, the true essence in his body would soon be exhausted. At that time, he would be like a fish on the chopping board, and it could slaughter him however it wanted.
"This human slave must be captured alive and tortured ruthlessly. His neck must be shackled, and his hands and feet must be bound with iron chains. Even his little brother must be castrated to prevent him from going around. He must also have the word slave carved on his forehead."
The Crow of Misfortune imagined itself capturing Xia Ping and torturing him ruthlessly. If it could subdue this human slave, he would definitely be of great help in the future.
"Undying existences? Interesting. " Xia Ping immediately stopped. He knew that no matter how much energy he wasted, he probably wouldn't be able to kill these Ghost Riders.
"Hehe, are you desperate? Hurry up and surrender. Kneel at your master's feet. "The Crow of Misfortune laughed loudly. It thought that Xia Ping had finally given up and planned to surrender.
"Surrender? You think too highly of yourself. " Xia Ping looked at the Crow of Misfortune indifferently. He stood where he was, put his palms together, and with a pious expression, he immediately started singing.
King-tier peerless martial technique — Heaven's Epic. This was the first piece of the Heaven's Epic — Angel's Hymn!
In that instant, with Xia Ping as the center, the singing resounded in a radius of ten miles. Such sound waves spread in all directions, pouring into the minds of every living being.
This was clearly not the language of humans, nor was it the language of the demon race, but the language of angels. No living being could understand it, but they could feel the energy contained in the singing.
Singing had no boundaries, nor did it distinguish between races. This was an existence that stood above countless other things.
Even if they couldn't understand what the other party was saying, they could still know what it meant.
"What, what is this?"
Even Tu Haojie and the other elite students were hallucinating at this instant. They felt as though a ray of sunlight had torn through the dark sky, turning it into a clear blue sky.
High up in the sky, an angel had descended. It had six wings on its back, and extremely pure white feathers without any impurities fell down, emitting a vast and holy aura, as though it could cleanse the world of impurities.
The warm energy emitted from its body made it feel as though it was the happiest thing in its life. Under this holy light, all negative emotions were swept away.
At this moment, they simply wished they could prostrate themselves before this holy angel and become the most loyal believers.
When those Ghost Riders heard the singing of these angels, the incomparable resentment, fury, and craziness in their hearts seemed to be cleared at this moment, and they obtained a moment of peace.
Their originally abnormally malevolent faces seemed to have been purified at this moment, appearing extremely holy, quiet, and benevolent. It was as though they had obtained the Dao at this moment, letting go of everything.
The undead aura and death aura on their bodies were also completely purified under this pure energy. They melted like ice and snow, rapidly disappearing from this world.
Many palm-sized little angels appeared, surrounding these Ghost Riders and constantly reciting scriptures, as though they were purifying these evil auras.
"B * stard, what have you done? What have you done?!"
Seeing this scene, the Crow of Misfortune's eyes widened, and it completely went crazy. The Purgatory Vengeful Soul Flag, which was invincible and had killed countless people, had actually been weakened at this moment.
It was unknown how long it had taken to collect them and how many living beings it had killed, but at this moment, they had all vanished into thin air, as if they were about to be purified by this shameless angel.
It was as if a robber had entered its home and plundered it wantonly, taking away all its wealth. It was as though it was plucking feathers from every opportunity!
As the saying went, obstructing one's path to wealth was akin to killing one's parents.
What Xia Ping had done was no different from killing its entire family. Immediately, the Crow of Misfortune was so angry that it jumped up. It could not take it at all, and it wanted to immediately kill this thief.
"Stop!"
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