The loud sound of flesh and blood fighting in the tomb was spreading, and the hard bricks cast by mitral were shattered by huge or small soles of feet. The strong wind swept like a ruthless storm. Several black and golden hall pillars were already on the verge of collapse, and one of them had even been broken into two pieces.

Gongshumo was already shocked by the two existences with extremely large size gaps. He was afraid that the close-killing battle between hundreds of thousands of pounds was really shocked.

The two figures in the middle of the storm were fierce and attacked the Mingmen directly. The Ghost King, who was more than three feet tall, had blood and spiritual power, but there was no obvious wound, but the healing speed of each wound was obviously much slower than before.

On the other hand, the figure as small as an ant in front of the Ghost King, the scholar, who was also covered in blood, had his eyes red, as if he was tireless beast. His moves were passed down from Mo Lao's destructive attacks, and he was constantly ruthless. With the advantage of his agility in body shape, the scholar poked his palm out of his broken sleeves and crushed the tail fingers of the Ghost King's left fist. The blood splattered dripping on his face, like a ghost walking out of the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs.

"Just a human junior, don't be rampant!"

The nearly 100,000 kilograms of dark force rolled like a wave in the Ghost King's body. While dealing with this amazingly powerful treacherous sword cultivator, the Ghost King also had to suppress the dark force in his body. Finally, he was extremely angry and laughed. The ghost claws were slashed towards Chang Xi as a knife. The black golden palace pillar that was in trouble along the way was cut a smooth section several feet deep.

Although the Ghost King was unable to display all kinds of magical powers during his lifetime, he had the cultivation level of the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. The power of this angry ghost claw and palm sword is no less than that of the ordinary sword style, and should not be underestimated.

"Noisy."

Chang Xi's eyes were as cold as Nine Netherworlds, and the golden dragon shadow behind him burst out with brilliant light. The sword intent and dragon bones in his body trembled rapidly. He turned around and lifted his fist. The secret mysterious sword intent was wrapped around the blood-stained fist, and he used his fist to face the palm knife.

The sword energy sings in the world, and then the sky is opened with strength.

The Qingshuang Sword is in harmony with Chang Xi, and the rich ice and cold contained in the sword body is released. Chang Xi punches out the extremely cold wind that is completely frozen. The Ghost King’s palm sword has frozen before it arrives. Chang Xi’s fist brings the momentum of opening the sky, knocking the ice sculpture into pieces of fragments all over the sky.

The Ghost King retreated in pain. The frosty left wrist was consumed too much, and the left palm could not recover for a long time. Just as the Ghost King retreated, a blood-stained gown with his feet on the dragon's power had appeared in front of him. The sword energy resounded like a dragon's roar, and the long sword pierced into his eye socket.

One stab, one twist and one pull.

The movements are so ruthless.

The ghost king's hand and eye injury was greatly damaged, and he screamed and retreated repeatedly. Then he no longer thought about how to torture Chang Xi before. He rushed back to the nine-stage steps in the center of the tomb with great speed. He swallowed the mysterious aura flowing from the coffin into his belly with great mouthfuls. The injuries on the ghost king's body began to recover quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye...

The Ghost King gritted his teeth. This pure death intention condensed by millions of ghosts in the ancient tomb of Guanqiao was an extremely precious thing even for him during his lifetime. He could not be used without any use until the critical moment of breaking through the bottleneck. But now he has to use it to recover from his injuries. How can he not let blood on his heart?

Chang Xi realized that the Ghost King's injury not only recovered quickly, but even the slightly ups and downs of the Nascent Soul Realm's cultivation level began to slowly increase, and he was shocked.

If this allows the Ghost King to break through the shackles of the realm, even if it is only a half-step realm of God Transformation, and the Ghost King who can communicate with the spiritual power of heaven and earth for himself can use the magical powers of the demons before his birth, everyone in the tomb will be buried here today.

Chang Xi stared at the mysterious aura beside the Ghost King that he had never seen before, feeling the mysterious aura as if echoing his Great Vajra Nirvana body. He finally knew why the abbot of the Pure Land Sect in Hongyuan Temple guided him to Tengzhou City.

That is pure and dead intention.

Chang Xi was in a hot heart, and snorted coldly. The Tiangang sword step was taken under his feet. Not to mention how effective this pure death intention could have on the Vajra Nirvana body. Just being able to restore the Ghost King's injury was enough to let Chang Xi use all means to stop it.

However, just as Chang Xi jumped onto the steps to place the coffin, the Vajra Nirvana suddenly moved to the extreme, and her pure and dead intention seemed to be like a flood about to burst to find the outlet for catharsis, and she rushed into Chang Xi's body frantically.

Chang Xi now wrote his fear straightforwardly on his face. He was not unable to bear it by being poured into his body by pure death. He had already refined five or six points of power with the candle. It was not difficult to suppress the death intention for himself under the mighty dragon power. What made Chang Xi frightened was that when the Vajra Nirvana body absorbed the death intention, he could not control his body. In this way, wouldn’t he let the Ghost King slaughter?

The Ghost King relied on his late-stage cultivation of the Nascent Soul Realm to refine Jingzhu's death-intention and repair his injuries. When he saw this ignorant sword cultivator, he wanted to ruin his good things, but he happened to see what strange guy in his body was irritated by Jingzhu's death-intention and could not move. He immediately whistled to the sky and said, "It's really a way to heaven and you don't go, you can break in, and you can die!"

The Ghost King strode forward with five fingers forming claws, and he was about to squeeze the sword cultivator's head in one fell swoop.

A beautiful figure floated in the tomb. Gong Shumo couldn't help but fly forward with a knife. For some reason, she had a moment of impulse and wanted to save him.

"Junior, go back."

An extremely old and decaying voice sounded in her ears, as if it was coming from the horizon, as if it was near in front of her eyes.

Gongshumo's beautiful eyes were full of disbelief. He saw behind the Ghost King, the headless corpse of the Gongshu's previous ancestor who was bound by countless black lines, actually moved, as if he had used all his strength to stab the remaining one of the remaining arms into the Ghost King's body.

"An old thing who doesn't know how to live or die."

The Ghost King shrank and was about to squeeze the palm of Chang Xi's head. He looked back and smiled fiercely. He shattered the scattered corpses of the previous generation Gongshu Ancestor, and his pale corpses rolled down the feet of Gongshumo along the steps, and let out a sigh of relief that he had finally been relieved.

This previous generation Gongshu ancestor who had been sleeping for hundreds of years did not know. The short blink of an eye that he fought for the last wisp of soul would have had a great impact on the future Jiuzhou. If he knew about it, he would definitely be able to smile and rest with his eyes.

A Hongmeng Tianlei thunder as thick as a hall pillar broke the backflow tornado above Tengzhou City, and went straight into the ground and slashed into the Gongshu clan's tomb. The thunder exploded in the ears of the Ghost King.

The Dragon and Tiger Mountain Heavenly Master, who was carrying the purple gold luck, came here, brushed his restless and pure intention of death with one hand, and then stopped the Ghost King with his sleeves with anger.

On the wall of the Grand Master of the Longhu Mountain, there is a portrait of the ancestors of all generations hanging on the wall of the Grand Master of the Longhu Mountain. The scroll in the middle represents the first ancestor of Longhu Mountain suddenly trembled suddenly, purple air was filled with mist, and the fairy wind was blowing. The golden lotus swayed in the Qiyun Pond outside the Hall, and flowers bloomed.

Ask the first ancestor of Longhu Mountain to have a soul to carry out the heavenly path with a wisp of soul. The face of the Dragon and Hu Mountain Heavenly Master, who was in a state of vagueness, looked at Chang Xi, who was in a pure and dead mind, and the spirit platform was still clear. The blurred face was too vague to be amazed. Then look at the remains of Gongshu, who died and Taoist, showing solemnity and compassion.

In the shadows in the distance of the tomb hall, golden light rose brightly, illuminating all the darkness. Gongshumo looked from afar and saw the blood-stained figure of the Taoist Priest of Wudang Mountain.

Taoist Master Wudang Mountain bit his finger and spread a long scroll into the air, giving a guide.

The Gongshu family is destined to be a sleepless night tonight. After the Hongmeng sky thunder broke half of the tornado, there was a magnificent skylight to cut through the dark night. All the disciples of the Gongshu family could not control themselves under the continuous glorious power of the heaven.
Chapter completed!