The white-haired man was shocked, and Jian Tu broke his perception of the ghost slave.

This is not a ghost slave, it is almost the same as a living person. The most important thing is that this guy's injury can recover quickly.

Jiantu grinned and said, "You will soon be like me! Death!"

His left fist was raised high, like a hammer, tearing the air.

The white-haired man suddenly turned into a burst of black smoke and dissipated, causing Jiantu to break into nothing.

Jian Tu disappeared as soon as the white-haired man appeared thousands of meters away. Before he could breathe, Jian Tu appeared behind him.

when

The giant sword slashed the white-haired man's waist, and a golden bell phantom appeared on the surface of the white-haired man's body. He blocked the attack. Although it was not cut in half, he was still knocked out and rolled along the ground, raising dust that lasted more than ten miles.

Jiantu continued to chase and kill.

In the sky, Murong Chang'an and the Immortal Jiming were fighting fiercely.

After the battle with Jian Tu, Murong Changan lost a lot of spiritual power. Now he is fighting entirely with his sword skills, agilely avoiding all spells and constantly bullying himself.

The Jiming Immortal has great spiritual power, but his physical body is not good, so he feels a little embarrassed every time he is approached by Murong Changan, but in general, Murong Changan can't do anything to him.

"I am worthy of being the junior brother of the Sword Saint. That person accepted you two as his disciples back then. The Sword Saint showed his sharpness, which made people ignore your qualifications. You have the talent that is not inferior to the Sword Saint."

The Immortal Jiming said expressionlessly, constantly casting spells with both hands, and various spells were picked up at will, forcing Murong Chang'an to get closer and then repelled.

Murong Changan snorted: "I am far from being comparable to my senior sister. You should die, don't talk nonsense!"

"Hahahaha! You just want to kill me when you first entered the Void Realm? Ridiculous! Arrogant!"

The Immortal Jiming raised his arms, and the rolling demonic energy dispersed, covering a space of hundreds of feet. The demonic energy condensed into a huge head, with a face like an evil ghost, and the red flames burned, as if red hair fluttered in the wind.

"Murong Chang'an, you were a waste in your lifetime, and you remained like this after your death. I am ashamed of your birth talent!"

The Immortal Jiming smiled contemptuously, and pushed his hands, and the huge demon roared and rushed towards Murong Chang'an.

Murong Chang'an immediately waved his sword, and the sword energy burst out, but it directly disappeared when it fell on the huge demon.

His face changed drastically and he immediately avoided.

The devil was very fast and followed him. No matter how he attacked, he could not shake the devil at all. Soon it caught up with Murong Chang'an and swallowed it in one bite.

When Yang Dai saw this scene, his heart sank.

He was hesitating whether to summon the soul of the Great Saint.

no!

It's not time yet!

He remembered that Chu Ling snatched half of the Great Saint's soul, and the soul he absorbed was just one of them.

Yang Dai said, "The Deep Sea Thorn King, the Three Demon Lords, support Murong Chang'an."

"Abide by the order!"

The three demon kings said in unison, then turned into demonic energy and disappeared from their original place.

Yang Dai suddenly felt a little tired and said, "Who brings me a stone?"

Tian Buzhong took action immediately and brought a not-so-large stone. Yang Dai sat down with him, at the right height.

Sitting on the stone, Yuan Guangsai was standing in front of Yang Dai, his right elbow leaned against his thighs, his back crest drooped, and he watched the battle in the most comfortable position.

Ji Yunyan walked behind him and began to rub his shoulders.

"I'm not physically tired, but I'm a little mentally exhausted." Yang Dai said helplessly.

"It's okay, as long as you can feel better."

Ji Yunyan said gently, Yang Dai really felt comfortable, so he didn't stop him.

"Finally I feel like a big king..."

Yang Dai thought silently and felt a little relieved.

No matter how well the battle is set, we have to win this battle.

He began to mobilize the Yin people of the Demon Clan to bring in the corpse of the Demon Cultivator.

Thousands of demons crawled into the ground and searched for the corpses of the demon cultivators. Under the leadership of Quero, the Yin people of the demon clan circled behind the Ten Thousand Beasts Trampling Formation and entered the formation again to prevent the demon cultivators from sneaking in.

A corpse fell in front of Yang Dai and he began to absorb his soul.

After sucking the soul, it was thrown to Xu Changsheng, Shi Long and others to absorb it. Bao Jie and several Yin people had successfully touched the corpse, and the harvest was quite large. The storage bag had accumulated to a height of two meters.

In this way, there were constant battles in front of the trampling formation, and a gap appeared behind. A demon clan Yin came in with the body of a demon cultivator. From a high point, it looked like an ant colony.

This scene was also discovered by the demon cultivators, and they were stimulated.

"So arrogant!"

"Damn it, are these ghost slaves who are his own?"

"There are no such ghost cultivators in the Ghost God Temple!"

"No wonder the last words of the Sword Sect, the strange man will harm the people of the world. This is too outrageous. He blocks our two sects by himself?"

"It's not counting the two sects, after all, they only divide some of the power."

"How can I fight this? I can't even break into the formation, and that dog is still sucking soul!"

The demon cultivators were frightened and angry while fighting.

They have been attacking the formation, but the fierce Long Po army took action from time to time to disrupt their rhythm. Wan Tianhao was still firing cold arrows, and each arrow could accurately shoot a demon cultivator, which brought the greatest fear to the demon cultivators.

Too difficult to guard against!

at the same time.

Hundreds of miles away, Chu Ling stood on the sea of ​​clouds and watched the battle from afar.

She looked surprised and said to herself: "This kid's growth rate is too exaggerated. He already has two combat powers in his hand? If this continues, he will probably be able to walk horizontally in the wilderness for a year at most."

The man in black suddenly appeared beside her and asked, "Why haven't you taken action yet?"

Chu Ling glanced at him and asked, "Where are you?"

The man in black said, "I am going to find a way to lift the Sword Saint seal. It's impossible to fight head-on. The power of this strange man is too strong. With a formation, he will be invincible innately. Unless three tread realms join forces to break the formation and directly shake off the millions of ghosts."

"Then you go."

Chu Ling thought casually.

The man in black looked at her in surprise, but without thinking too much, he quickly left.

Chu Ling played with her long hair, her eyes still locked on Yang Dai. Seeing Yang Dai enjoying Ji Yunyan's massage, she couldn't help but smile and murmured: "Stinky guy, I enjoy it quite a bit. Then let you enjoy it for a while. The real disaster has just begun. I want to see how long you can last. Do you want to save Yi Ren? This is not enough."

The wind and waves blew, making her purple skirt flutter. She was like a fairy in the sky, standing on the clouds and standing in the wind.

...

The mountains are lined with steep and steep mountains. A disciple of the Shifang Sect is distributed on various peaks to rest and occupy a radius of hundreds of miles.

Xiaodie, Ye Qiuxian, Wang Xiang, Emperor Meng, Zhou Xingma and others stayed on a mountain.

"This battle is good, I gained a lot. I got two magic weapons. Where are you?" Wang Xiang laughed.

Xiaodie snorted: "That's it? I picked up three magic weapons and a bottle of Heart Spin Qi Gathering Pill."

Zhou Xingma smiled and said, "I got a magic weapon directly. Do you have one?"

The atmosphere was very cheerful, and the feeling of winning the battle was really good.

Although Emperor Meng did not speak, the corners of his mouth also raised slightly.

He has always been withdrawn and began to like this group of people. Perhaps the gap is not that big, and no one is surrounding him to flatter him. Instead, he finds it interesting.

At this moment, a voice resounded under the sky:

"All the disciples are preparing to return to the Shifang Sect. The demonic path is attacking the world of the sect. One hundred thousand is in a hurry, everyone will set off immediately!"

After the words came, a disciple quickly stood up and asked each other while packing their things.

The elders flew away first and the disciples followed.

"Why are you so anxious? Isn't there a head coach?"

"I heard that Jue Wutian, the head of Jue Xin Sect, has gone."

"What?"

"There are more than 100,000 disciples in deaths!"

"Then we have to hurry up and hurry up!"

Listening to the discussions of other disciples, Xiaodie and others looked at each other.

Chu Tianpeng frowned and said, "The situation is not optimistic, we have time? The casualties this time are probably very large."

Ye Qiuxian frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xiaodie suddenly thought of something and said, "There are overlords in the sect. He has so many Yin people, and he will definitely be able to withstand it for a while. He is just a bug!"
To be continued...