Death Reward Artifact! All the Players in the Server Begged Me Not to Die

Chapter 1122 The Guardian's Battle!

Looking at the spirit that was scattered, Hou Yi's face was as cold as ice. He was about to continue attacking, but then he found that the spirit that had regrouped had returned to its original state, and the strange red light had disappeared.

"What happened..." The spirit felt the murderous aura on Hou Yi and said with horror.

"It seems that the red light can't be resurrected with the spirit of the spirit... one-time?" Hou Yi said in a deep voice, looking up at the hole above his head.

"The red light said that it can imitate my ability, but the actual strength is still a lot worse. If this is the method used by Sun Huishen, the strength of the red light can only reach the perfection of the realm of tribulation at most, and it can't even reach the realm of half-step immortals. Even if I don't use the Sun Shooting Bow, I can easily defeat it, and holding the stick is not a big problem, but the other guardians may not be too easy." Hou Yi said in a deep voice.

"Same realm, same method, same memory... All they can rely on is Ji Dongfeng's ghost energy, the treasure that cannot be imitated, and their own will."

The twelfth floor of Yama Prison.

"Come on! Keep going! Aren't you capable? Aren't you learning from me? Why are you done? You're such a waste!"

Accompanied by roars, the long stick in the stick holder's hand flew. With the blessing of the True Yin Ghost Qi of the Dead Flame, he beat the evil ghost stick holder on the opposite side with absolute strength and had no power to fight back.

Eleventh floor.

The Sky-Swallowing Python looked at the imitator on the opposite side, with murderous aura surging in his eyes. With the blessing of the True Yin Ghost Qi of the Dead Flame, it was able to suppress the evil ghost Sky-Swallowing Mite on the opposite side, but it was only slightly suppressed. What shocked it was that this copycat Sky-Swallowing Python was more skilled in performing various python methods, and could make up for the gap in ghost energy.

"Hehe, I really didn't expect... The ghost energy on you can actually suppress the ghost energy of Lord Prison King, but it doesn't matter. Your ghost energy will eventually be exhausted, and Lord Prison King's ghost energy is endless!" The evil ghost Sky-Swallowing Mite smiled coldly, swallowed its snake tongue, and took the initiative to attack.

Seeing this, the Sky-Swallowing Python was furious.

"Asshole! Do you think... I can only rely on Ji Dongfeng's ghost energy to defeat you?! Don't joke! I am the Sky-Swallowing Python! The best Sky-Swallowing Python of all ages! Sky-Swallowing Python bloodline! The scales of the thorny python!" The Sky-Swallowing Python roared, and the scales on its body exploded, turning into spikes and killing the evil ghost Sky-Swallowing Python opposite!

Seeing this, the evil ghost Sky-Swallowing Python sneered and said: "Sky-Swallowing Python bloodline! The shield of hard scales!"

As the voice fell, the scales around the evil ghost Sky-Swallowing Mite flashed with golden light, like a dense shield, blocking all the thorns of the scales!

"You! This is my Sky-Swallowing Python's bloodline talent!" The Sky-Swallowing Python shouted angrily, with a flash of shock in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, the evil ghost Tianmite sneered, "Everything you have is mine."

On the tenth floor, Ao Ling'er also fell into a bitter battle with the evil ghost Ao Ling'er on the opposite side. Both sides revealed their true bodies. The two giant dragons collided in the air, and various dragon talents were madly displayed. It was difficult to tell the winner for a while. The same as the situation of Tianmang, the true Yin ghost energy of the dead flame could suppress the ghost energy of the prison king, but the evil ghost Ao Ling'er used various means of the dragon clan more flexibly.

"Who the hell are you? You are defiling the dragon clan." Ao Ling'er said coldly.

"I am Ao Ling'er, the daughter of the Yan Emperor Shenlong." The evil ghost Ao Ling'er smiled slightly.

Ao Ling'er heard this, shouted angrily, and rushed up again.

On the ninth floor, Di Lei looked at the evil ghost Di Lei on the opposite side with a thoughtful look on his face.

"You can imitate everything?" Di Lei sneered.

"Do you want to try?" The evil ghost Di Lei responded, and the imperial armor on his body trembled slightly, looking a little more fierce than Di Lei.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Lei sneered, "Okay, if you have the ability, you can imitate this, Emperor Xiaochou, please come out for a while!"

"Boom!"

As soon as the voice fell, the shadow of Emperor Xiaochou appeared behind Emperor Lei. Since summoning Emperor Xiaochou last time, Emperor Lei has been trying to get in touch with him, and finally it worked.

The evil ghost Emperor Lei on the opposite side saw this, his face changed, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes.

"How could it be... Why don't I have this memory... Who is this Emperor Xiaochou..."

Emperor Lei sneered upon hearing this, "It seems that you can't copy anything related to the Baishi clan, even the memory."

Emperor Xiaochou saw this and said coldly, "You want to call me out for just a clown spirit?"

Looking at the spirit that was scattered, Hou Yi's face was like frost, and he was about to continue attacking, and then he found that the spirit that had regrouped had returned to its original state, and the strange red light had disappeared.

"What happened..." The evil ghost felt the murderous aura on Hou Yi and said with horror.

"It seems that the red light can't be resurrected with the evil ghost's soul... one-time?" Hou Yi said in a deep voice, looking up at the hole above his head.

"The red light said that it can imitate my ability, but the actual strength is still a lot worse. If this is the method used by Sun Huishen, the strength of the red light can only reach the perfection of the Tribulation Realm at most, and it can't even reach the realm of a half-step immortal. Even if I don't use the Sun Shooting Bow, I can easily defeat it. Holding the stick is not a big problem, but the other guardians may not be too easy." Hou Yi said in a deep voice.

"Same realm, same method, same memory... All they can rely on is Ji Dongfeng's ghost energy, the treasure that cannot be imitated, and their own will."

The twelfth floor of Yama Prison.

"Come on! Keep going! Aren't you capable? Didn't you learn from me? Why are you done? You're such a waste!"