Cheng Luo was also shocked. He had never seen such a strange magic before. The aura of this ghost king's phantom was too amazing.

I saw the powerful ghost king in the air pulling out a giant sword dozens of meters long from behind, and layers of gray magic flames appeared on the blade.

Seeing this, a group of disciples from Chongxiao Palace who were still fighting showed fear on their faces.

"Young Master is mighty!"

"As soon as the Ghost King comes out, he will be invincible!"

A group of monks in the late stage of black-robed Qi Refining shouted, their expressions seemed a little excited, and their attacks became even more fierce.

The disciples on Chongxiao Palace have suffered heavy casualties, so they now have to turn off attack to defend, and the group uses defensive magic to form a simple defensive array, and strive to resist the attack of the black-robed monks.

After a low and strange roar was heard from the phantom of the powerful ghost king, he waved his giant sword and slashed directly at Cheng Luo.

Cheng Luo's scalp was numb and immediately activated the ice crystal gourd, and white lights emitting from the surrounding area were blocking his body.

"clang!"

A fierce collision sounded, and the powerful ghost king slashed on the ice crystal gourd with a sword, and instantly defeated the white light.

"puff!"

Cheng Luo's mouth spurted out of his mouth, his face was as dark as the color of the earth, and his whole person fell from the air.

"Hahaha! Although this powerful ghost king is a phantom of the demon, he is more than enough to deal with you barbarians!" The young man in the blood robe laughed wildly.

"Elder Cheng, are you okay?" An elder of Chongxiao Palace immediately flew up and caught Cheng Luo.

Cheng Luo took a breath, stood in the air, waved his hand and said, "It's okay."

The Ghost King roared and attacked again. The elder pinched his single finger, and the dagger in his hand turned into a stream of light and stabbed towards the powerful Ghost King.

The powerful ghost king opened his mouth and sprayed out a gray demon flame. After the flying spiritual weapon dagger was wrapped in the demon flame, he instantly lost his reaction.

"Ao!"

Immediately afterwards, the powerful ghost king roared and the giant sword in his hand slashed towards Cheng Luo and the elder.

The two of them were so scared that they could not dodge.

At this moment, a huge rock suddenly flew out of the woods, emitting blue and white light. The huge rock exerted its speed to the extreme, and it just hit the giant sword in the hand of the powerful ghost king.

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, the giant sword in the hand of the powerful ghost king was shaken open.

The tiger's escape from danger made Cheng Luo and the elder sweat all over.

"Who is it!" Seeing that the attack of the powerful ghost king was interrupted, the young man in the blood roared and looked towards the direction of the huge rock.

I saw a young man in a white robe running towards the center of the battle, but it was Shen Lang.

Shen Lang soared into the air and flew to a low altitude of dozens of meters high.

"Elder Shen, why is it you?"

Cheng Luo was shocked, and several elders of Chongxiao Palace who were fighting nearby were also surprised.

Didn’t Shen Lang go into seclusion in the sect? When did he run to Cangwu Mountain?

"Things are urgent, let's talk later!" Shen Lang looked at the young man in blood robe opposite with a gloomy look.

"I am a master. It turns out that he is a mess in the early stage of Nirvana." The young man in the blood robe said disdainfully.

Shen Lang said coldly: "It's not certain who is the miscellaneous!"

"Bai Qingshan, go!"

Shen Lang thought, and the Baiqing Mountain in the air rose to hundreds of meters high, directly hitting the phantom of the powerful ghost king in front of the young man with blood robe.
Chapter completed!