Zhang Ping carried the sacred wood coffin on his back, raised his head and looked at the two figures falling from the sky. He instantly felt a chill on his back and said in disbelief.

"Gilgood, the Undead Warlock!"

"Serraine Miller!"

At this moment, above the Pacific Ocean, the first fourth-level extraordinary vengeful spirit Stein, who had fallen into the third level, turned into a huge demon shadow and a fog realm to cover the sea. Wu Zong Lu Wu completely showed his martial arts golden body, and his whole body, his hair and pupils turned into golden color.

With the two newly promoted fourth-level extraordinary people, Zhang Ping, who carried the coffin of the divine wood and the white jade tripod, and more than a dozen second-level and third-level extraordinary people, this can definitely be called a peak battle.

The undead warlock Jillgood and Seraph Miller surrounded Wu Zong Lu Wu in the sky. This time the two of them were dispatched to kill Wu Zong Lu Wu, weaken the power of the Eastern extraordinary world, reduce a seat belonging to the Chinese state of the Baigang Supreme Council, and let everyone know their existence.

The resentful spirit Stamp looked at Zhang Ping greedily. Whether it was the half-step fourth-level body behind him, the coffin and white jade tripod made of divine wood, they were all treasures he had to obtain.

This is his battle to reach the peak again. Everyone has reasons to fight, and everyone has no way to retreat.

The undead warlock Jillgood sat on the giant bird that was dozens of meters wide with its wings spread. He raised his head and looked at Lu Wu. His death aura soared into the sky. A strange smile appeared on his pale face like a corpse.

"Death is coming!"

In an instant, I saw the undead warlock Jillgood and the seraphic Miller move at the same time. The undead warlock Jillgood raised the bone staff in his hand, and the endless power of death seduced the black clouds in the sky. A giant claw fell from the sky from the black clouds, and the light only the bone claw reached more than 100 meters.

The gloomy and terrifying bone claws were imprinted with overlapping black runes. The endless power of resentment and hatred roared with the black talisman, like a thunderous blow pressing towards Lu Wu.

The angel-like humanoid creature also stretched out his hand at the same moment. The light condensed between his palms and turned into a gorgeous long sword. He held the sword and raised it up. With a sudden burst of huge circles of inspiration, countless dense divine patterns were born in the aperture, spreading hundreds of meters, occupying a large area of ​​the sky.

The angel was in the center of the aperture and slowly opened his eyes. There was no trace of emotional indifference in his eyes, and it was like a god who swung his sword down.

The sword fell into a flash of light instantly, gathering into a beam of light and bombarding towards Lu Wu.

"boom!"

Two powerful forces, one up and one forward and one behind, blocked all Lu Wu's retreat, and instantly bombarded Lu Wu.

The violent spiritual light exploded, forming a fiery red light column accompanied by black smoke, rising into the sky with Lu Wu as the center.

The sea was torn apart at this moment, and huge waves spreading towards the surroundings.

The powerful force changed the color of the world and mountains and seas. Many extraordinary people standing on the sky, including Zhang Ping, the second-generation head of Taishou Mountain, and the resentful spirit Stamp, were all dispersed.

The gray fog that filled the sea was instantly cleared, and even lowered his head, he could see the torn sea, as well as the huge waves that were rolled up by a hundred meters and the evaporated sea water.

"Martial Sect!" Zhang Ping exclaimed. The fourth-level attack was beyond his imagination. Is this earth-shaking force that changed the world or changed the world still a human?

As for Lu Wu, who was in the attack center, Zhang Ping could not imagine how to take such a blow.

The resentful spirit Stamp, who turned into a demon shadow, let out a terrifying and hideous laughter, and the endless evil spirits of the dead were constantly released from the demon shadow, staring at Zhang Ping.

"Die! Dead! Dead!"

"Dong!" But at this time, a dull sound was heard.

Everyone turned around and looked at the center where the red and black light columns rose. The light disappeared, but saw that at the core, a huge golden copper bell covered a figure.

Wuzong Lu Wu sat upright in the center of the golden bell, holding his hands high above the top, and putting together a huge golden bell, a martial arts golden body, and hundreds of magical powers were transformed into this huge divine bell.

He just sat cross-legged in the sky, resisting such a blow, but still not dead. The golden god bell protected him tightly,

The crazy laughter of the vengeful spirit Stamp stopped abruptly, and Zhang Ping's pale face showed ecstasy in an instant.

The undead warlock sitting on the terrifying bone bird had a strange smile on his face, and the eyes of Seraph Miller turned into complete coldness. The two moved again and attacked Wuzong Lu Wu.

The three of them didn't say a word, and they didn't even need to say more nonsense. Power is the truth.

And the vengeful spirit Stamp rushed towards Zhang Ping regardless of everything.

Whether Lu Wu dies or not, he must grab this half-step fourth-level leg of the hell and the divine wood coffin. This is the most important purpose of his trip. As long as he returns to the fourth level, he will have the capital to talk about revenge and the future.

Two fourth-level people surrounded and killed Wu Zong Lu Wu. One held a bone staff and swept the black clouds and a large number of undead creatures to press towards Lu Wu's martial arts golden body. The other held a divine sword and stirred up a huge flame and ignited the sky.

You can see every move and fight, huge energy spreads, fighting from the sky to the sea, and then hitting the sky from the sea.

Any one of these three people can tear the sea with one blow, penetrate the sky with one blow, which is extremely exaggerated.

Zhang Ping and more than a dozen other extraordinary people attacked the resentful spirit Stamp. The sky was full of traces of battle, fighting, roar, and the roar of the dead.

, transmission is everywhere.

The dead and power that do not belong to the world, as they sprinkle into the sky and the sea, a large number of fish and shrimps in the sea were caught in the seedlings, and the bodies of fish and shrimps floating in the sea could be seen everywhere.

At this moment, this sea area is no longer the world, but purgatory.

Zhang Ping held up the white jade tripod and rushed towards the demonic shadow that was constantly filled with gray fog with more than a dozen extraordinary people. His hideous face, which was dozens of meters high, was wrapped with thousands of evil spirits.

This scene looks like a lone swordsman in the legend, rushing towards the terrifying hell demon god.

He raised the white spiritual light and formation, and the divine wood coffin and the half-step fourth-level remains behind him, because his skills and inheritance were the same, and his natal white jade tripod was blessed by him.

At this moment, Zhang Ping seemed to have the shadow of Qingyang Sanren.

The demon shadow roared and exploded in an instant, turning into thousands of resentful souls and evil spirits swept towards them. The sky was filled with the dead souls, sweeping over with the gray fog, covering the sky without a trace of light.

"ah!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Don't let him devour his soul..."

In an instant, I saw nearly half of the dozen extraordinary people being swallowed up. Screams came from the darkness and grey fog with the sound of chewing. Then several violent explosions came from the ghost shadows all over the sky. The resentful souls were wiped out, but they were filled in the blink of an eye.

The power of the white jade tripod swung hundreds of meters and hit the huge demon shadow. The demon shadow dispersed and turned into thousands of evil spirits and resentful souls, and gathered into a terrifying giant face.

The white spiritual array and the demon shadow were constantly fighting each other, and the power blew and exploded, scattering around.

The two of them carried vast power, blew across the sky like a strong wind, and suddenly rushed to the clouds, fought fiercely on the sea of ​​clouds, and suddenly fell into the sea, causing a large vortex and huge waves in the sea.

During this period, people kept dying, either shaking all the talismans in their souls, or being swallowed by evil spirits of resentful souls, and finally buried themselves in the sea. Everyone was extremely fierce, and no one escaped in the end.

The battlefield belonging to them gradually moved away from the battlefield area of ​​Lu Wu and the other two. They gradually couldn't see the battle traces of the three fourth-level powerful people in the distance, and could not see the power that opened the sea and teared the sky.

Finally, within the sight of the eyes and above the sea, only Moying and Zhang Ping were left.

Zhang Ping was covered in blood, carrying the heavy sacred wood coffin, his eyes were filled with resoluteness and determination, and his old face and white hair were raised in the wind.

"This is the legacy of my teacher, Qingyang Sanren. No one dares to extend his hand to him, and no one dares to extend his hand to him because of the person who dares to extend his hand to him!"

A fierce divine light burst out in Zhang Ping's eyes in an instant: "I will die!"

The terrifying face in the sky laughed out loud: "Are you talking about the God Lord Jia Yi and the Taoist of Fengdu?"

"The god lord Jia Yi is breaking through the fifth level in the mountains and sea realm, and the Taoist of Fengdu is far away in the South Pole. Yes, they are the best and the strongest in the world."

“But now…”
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