Yao Chong's face looked slightly cold and ordered the people below to sail the lucky boat out of the central area of ​​the lake to avoid being affected by the aftershocks of the two fighting each other.

Coffin Mountain Ridge is located in the southeast corner of Luofeng Mountain, facing the sea of ​​wailing and beside the gate of ghosts, and practicing evil witchcraft that damages the moral character. Although it has nothing to do with righteousness and brightness, there are few disciples in Coffin Mountain Ridge, which damages one's own moral character and does not cause trouble. Even the major war departments and several palaces of Yama, there is no need to provoke these guys with yin energy in the Yin.

As the old minister who speaks the most in the Luofeng Mountain court, Yao Chong has many spies under his command. He has a good understanding of the situation inside and outside the Coffin Mountain, and even has a little bit of secret and unspeakable matters inside the Coffin Mountain.

This giant octopus monster, a hundred feet tall, is called Zhang Ju. It lives in the depths of the witty sea. By chance, it merged with a few drops of essence and blood from the dragon son "Pu Lao" and then transformed into a hideous monster with infinite power. Later, it was captured by the powerful force in the coffin mountain. It used the ancient sacrificial technique to extract the soul and spirit of the octopus monster for its own use, and then could drive the remains of Zhang Ju, which was large in the hills.

In Zhang Ju's body, the coffin boy, covered with fishy mucus, inserted his hands into Zhang Ju's head. The huge octopus monster as big as a hill trembled continuously. Then his two huge eyes turned white and turned black again. He locked Chang Xi's direction from afar, and immediately made a shrill sound, and rushed over on the lake!

A small hill came towards the lake, and this shocking visual impact made the fairies on the lucky boat scream.

Chang Xi moved away and walked a few steps sideways so that this hill that could not stop the car could affect the fish. The ups and downs of the waves under his feet wanted to destroy the quiet artistic conception of the lake. He stomped on the surface of the lake with his might and stepped on it hard, and suppressed the endless waves surging on the surface of the lake for a moment!

Chang Xi ran on the lake surface, and he didn't hear anything when he first got up, but after more than ten steps, the Fengshen Lake was already like thunder rolling all over the river, and the dazzling and even more harsh thunder arc covered the lake surface like a swamp. He wore a white robe and dragged his fist and rushed up quickly. The thunder arc in the lake was touched by the soles of the shoes, and his body movements were not slow at all. His whole body climbed the top floor, his sleeves were swaying, and a glass-colored fist quickly magnified in the reflection of the spiritual consciousness of the coffin boy.

The cold-blooded coffin boy's face with a giant skull in his arms suddenly trembled.

The word "death" is clearly written on the Liuli Fist.

Zhang Ju raised two flesh pillars as thick as ten logs to protect his head. A thunder exploded, and the flesh was flying all over the sky. Zhang Ju's flesh pillar was smashed by Chang Xi's punch. The coffin boy, who was activated by Zhang Ju's soul, was deeply hurt. He opened his mouth and screamed. The blue veins rose like a dragon, his face was ferocious and murderous intent suddenly arose. He raised his arm and swung two thick flesh pillars, and smashed the white-robed guy who wanted to escape from the attack.

Chang Xi pointed his toes on the lake and retreated, swaying the disgusting mucus on his fist. Zhang Ju's body was filled with these strange mucus, which greatly reduced the power of Chang Xi's fist. A punch that was originally worth 2 million pounds should have been able to open the guy's face, but the mucus was really slippery. When the fist was hit, it was twisted away, which made Chang Xi feel powerless as he hit the cotton.

Zhang Giant Meat Pillars, which are far thicker than elephant legs, cannot be shaken off like candy behind Chang Xi. This giant body, because it is stained with a few drops of essence and blood from Longzi Pulao, possesses the domineering and unsolvable healing power. The meat Pillars that were broken by Chang Xi quickly recovered as they were visible to the naked eye.

Lin Zhenjiang, wearing a tight black cloud brocade robe, stood at the stern. Kong Wu's powerful body was coated with a layer of golden light by the noon sun. His thick eyebrows were frowned and his thick lips were pursed into a thread. He was surprised that the unknown young man could not show any sign of decline even after the coffin boy summoned Zhang Ju. This was quite different from his previous expectations.

There are many people on the lucky boat who have the same idea as Lin Zhenjiang. The monks with weaker divine consciousness stretched their necks and wanted to see some tricks in this scene of chasing each other; the powerful men with strong divine consciousness watched the changes, and kept their mouths and kept giving instructions.

Xu Qing's eyes were tightly locked in the figure on the lake with white clothes as white as hers.

The coffin boy drove Zhang Giant's body to intentionally drive Chang Xi into the encirclement of many tentacles. He chased the huge tentacles several times and almost smashed a lucky boat that was slightly closer. Chang Xi, who was unwilling to harm the fish in the pond, had to be led by his nose obediently, and squeezed the rain curtain of the lake that was thrown into the sky. After being laughed and scolded by the second personality, he finally started to fight back.

Piaopiao's white clothes stopped quickly and avoided the thick tentacles like maggots on the tarsal bones. Chang Xi's index fingers were closed together and then slightly bent, and the sword fingers suddenly raised. The abundant water spiritual power of the lake jumped intimately on Chang Xi's fingertips, and suddenly a flash in the pan of the ice flower sword energy bloomed like a tide on Fengshen Lake.

The sword energy bloomed on the lake like ice flowers for thousands of years, making it thrilling, and it took root in the heart of the lake. The edges of the ice flowers were as sharp as blades. The coffin boy who didn't know the mystery was waving his tentacles to destroy the ice flowers. The huge tentacles smashed down, and the ice flowers splashed into ashes, but the tentacles also ended up with the same tragic end.

A series of unbelievable screams rang out on the three lucky ships one after another.

The coffin boy hiding deep in Zhang Ju's body looked ugly. He originally wanted to activate his spiritual power to make the split tentacles heal as before, but the sword energy and ice flowers of the young man in the white robe were covered in the break, cutting off the supply of spiritual power for healing magical power. Not only that, the sword energy kept eroding the flesh and blood of the tentacles like a locust passing through the border, making it very difficult to deal with.

In the reflection of the spiritual consciousness of the coffin boy, the white-robed sword immortal was in power and was rushing towards him with his toes trampling on the tentacles and stomping his sword. The corners of the coffin boy's mouth were raised, and the four tentacles were rolled up one after another. The fearful tentacle suction cup suddenly sucked tightly, and the surrounding spiritual energy with Zhang Ju as the center was swallowed by the stream in an instant. The four tentacles rose up and gray apertures, which made the distant audience on the bustling boat feel depressed.

The four tentacles blocked the space from four angles, crossed the power of the mountain Hua to cover Chang Xi with the momentum, and could not avoid it. The collapse of the top of his head was like a mountain of Tai!

The murderous intent in the lake suddenly arose!

The qi mechanism on Fengshen Lake is as chaotic as a boiling soup in a pot, and it cannot overflow at all, like a cage with nowhere to hide.

Chang Xi held the sword and stepped out with a thunderous step. He stood on the lake surface, bent his knees and pressed down, his shoulders raised, and the dark dark cave sword buzzed continuously. The tip of the sword swung out a brilliant sword flower according to the gesture of the sword master, and then the right hand holding the sword suddenly lifted the top of his head.

The white-clothed black sword was used as the center of the circle on Fengshen Lake, and the 500-foot-long deep lake water was lifted up by him with his arm.
Chapter completed!