Faced with the Blood God Cult, they could only do this, because a giant like the Blood God Cult is not something they can shake.

This is the sorrow of ants!

Don’t they want to seek revenge on the Blood God Sect? I must!

The problem is, they don’t have that strength!

So far, they have not even seen a disciple of the Blood God Sect, so they have reached such a point. If they really face the Blood God Sect, they will not dare to offend them even if they give them ten courage, so they can only break their teeth and swallow them.

The survivors gathered ten foundation-building monks to snipe and eliminate the source of all blood corpses - the Blood Corpse King.

Yang Shiyun was also attracted by this final battle. The limitations of the Xuanguang Water Mirror Technique alone were too great to see the entire battle situation. Therefore, Yang Shiyun left the hiding place and used his wonderful body technique - Seven Star Steps, and rushed to the scene.

Yang Shiyun jumped and moved on the roof, took one step forward, and appeared strangely on a house seven meters away. Then he lit his toes and took another step forward. His figure disappeared again and appeared on the outer edge of the attic seven meters away in front.

With less than a stick of incense, Yang Shiyun rushed to the top of the tallest tower near the city lord's mansion.

From Yang Shiyun's perspective, the blood corpse, blood qi, resentment, corpse qi, and death qi are mixed together, making the surrounding environment extremely depressing and terrifying.

What is attracting attention is the giant standing on the ruins five hundred meters away.

Although Yang Shiyun had seen it from the mysterious water mirror, he was still shocked when he saw it with his own eyes.

And from this distance, Yang Shiyun could clearly see the rich dead aura on its body!

Ten foundation-building monks fought with the Blood Corpse King together.

There is another acquaintance among them, that is Ding Sihai!

"Shocking the sky!"

"Flying He Sword!"

"True Flame Slash!"

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Every foundation-building monk used all his strength to fight the corpse king.

After the corpse king suffered a wave of attacks from ten foundation-building monks, his whole body was beaten backwards and hit a building ruin heavily. The huge impact force caused the ruin to be directly flattened. The scattered shock waves made the surrounding construction waste blow scattered, causing many of the originally shaky remaining buildings to collapse completely.

And they flattened and blew away thousands of blood corpses.

After the Corpse King fell down, he stood up again as if nothing had happened. Except for obvious scars on his body, he seemed to be injured at all.

Yi Ming and others looked at each other, and they all saw a cautious look in each other's eyes.

"Friends of Taoism, the body of this corpse king is indestructible. Let's attack on its head and don't stop attacking." Yi Ming said in command.

"good!"

Ten foundation-building monks flew over and surrounded the corpse king.

"Roar!" The corpse king roared angrily, waved his thick arm, and the thick iron chains swept in with powerful wind pressure. With the violent power burst, the iron chains were too fast.

"Do not to hide!" Several foundation-building monks who were behind the attack range of the iron chain shouted, and they all used their own body techniques to avoid them.

But there was still a foundation-building monk who was slower and did not completely avoid it. He was wiped by the wind pressure of the iron chain, and his body-protecting energy was instantly broken, and his whole body was subjected to a strong impact, and he was pulled away like a gyro.

He fell heavily into the group of blood corpses, and immediately countless blood corpses submerged him!

"Brother Zhao, how are you?" a black-faced old man shouted.

"Save people!" Yi Ming reminded loudly, "Fellow Taoists, be careful of the iron chains of the Corpse King and try to take long-range attacks."

The black-faced old man was obviously a friend of the foundation-building monk named Zhao. When he heard Yi Ming’s reminder, he turned around and rushed towards the corpse group, wanting to rescue the old friend from the corpse group.

At this moment, a powerful true energy exploded, and the corpse group at the center of the explosion was blown to pieces. The beaten monk named Zhao flew back to the air. Although he seemed a little embarrassed, it seemed to be fine.

"Brother Zhao, it's great that you're fine." The black-faced old man shouted.

"Thank you, Brother Zheng, for your concern. He pretended not to be hit head-on. If he hadn't used a defensive talisman in the middle, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Everyone must deal with it carefully. The power of the corpse king is too terrible." The monk surnamed Zhao said with lingering fear.

It turned out that this person used a defensive talisman on his way to his whereabouts to protect his body. Otherwise, if he was really surrounded by countless blood corpses, he might have life worries.

All the foundation-building monks wisely did not fight head-on with the Corpse King. After exiting its attack range, they began to use ranged attacks.

Fortunately, this time the attack was a foundation-building cultivator. Because the True Qi Realm warrior lacked long-range attack methods, most of them rely on power such as talismans, and the attack distance is also limited.

Foundation-building monks can not only fly in the air, but also release true energy, have powerful long-range attack capabilities, and can also learn magic and become a magic cultivator, with powerful long-range attack power.

Under Yi Ming's command, the attack was released uniformly. The effect of this concentrated attack was quite significant. The corpse king was beaten to a mess, but he did not have any effective counterattack method.

Yi Ming and other foundation-building monks all saw the dawn of victory.

But at this moment, the Corpse King roared violently, and the river of blood under his feet condensed wildly, and was absorbed by the Corpse King. The Corpse King opened his mouth and endless death and resentment began to surge into its mouth.

The corpse king's aura became stronger and stronger, and the bursting spiritual pressure became more and more terrifying.

"No, it is constantly getting stronger!" Yi Ming and others' faces changed. The Corpse King is already quite terrifying now. If you become stronger, it will be difficult for Yi Ming and others to kill the Corpse King, not to mention killing it, even if you protect yourself.

If the Corpse King cannot be suppressed, the City Lord's Mansion may be moved to flat ground by it. Once the City Lord's Mansion is broken, the entire city's defensive formation will collapse, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Strengthen the attack, it is best to interrupt it and become stronger!" Yi Ming said, and then used all his strength and used his unique move.

After hearing this, others also used their full strength.

"Flying He Sword!"

"True Flame Slash!"

"Firefall!"

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Ten foundation-building monks have a full blow.

The attack was even stronger than the first joint attack, but it hit the corpse king for more than ten steps, and the scars on its body were quickly recovering.

"Oh no!" Yang Shiyun sighed softly, feeling a little anxious. The situation of the corpse king is moving towards the sixth transformation. The corpse king is enhancing his own strength while devouring the formation, and then killing all the creatures in the formation, he will transform into a sea of ​​blood. At that time, the game will be over.

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Chapter completed!