In the divine array, Jiuji stood there coldly, facing the seventh level martial Saint Wei Chi Bo.

Jiuji's sword Qi is vertical and horizontal, domineering, ruthless and cold... It makes the negative emotions of those facing him grow crazy, just like the prisoner shivering at the cold guillotine on the execution ground.

"You... Are a magic weapon."

As soon as Yuchi Bo fell into the divine array, he saw a young man standing there coldly, like a peerless magic weapon out of its scabbard. His killing intention was vertical and horizontal, which made his level-7 martial Saint feel frightened.

No matter how humanized the divine soldier is, there is a unique breath in his bones. This breath is very subtle. Ordinary people can't feel it at all. Wei chibo often deals with various array instruments and has excellent cultivation and experience. He feels it all at once.

It was because of this that he was even more surprised.

In the eyes of many martial artists, the importance of this life divine soldier is even more important than lovers, wives and children, and will not leave the body easily. Now Jiuji is standing here alone to face him, a level 7 martial saint, which undoubtedly shows the horror of level 9.

"There is no need to deliberately delay time. Even if you are one of the best array mages in the world of martial arts, you can't crack the divine array arranged by Long Yang."

Jiuji's eyes were as sharp as his own. He saw through Yuchi Bo's intention and broke Yuchi Bo's confidence.

"Long Yang?"

"Is this divine array arranged by Long Yang?"

Yuchi boben thought he was trapped in a remnant array left over from the ancient nether hall. Jiuji was a divine soldier guarding the array. He could crack it as long as he was given a little time. When he heard that the array was arranged by Long Yang, he was completely desperate.

At present, the defense array of the holy city of all ethnic groups is either arranged by Long Yang himself or instructed by him. Wei Chi Bo has observed it secretly for many times, but he still can't think of a way to crack it.

Although he didn't admit it, he knew that he couldn't crack it even if he spent his whole life.

A swordsman should not only know how to attack the sword, but also know how to attack the heart, so as to be invincible.

When a sword knows how to attack the heart, its terror can be imagined.

At the moment when the crack appeared in Wei Chi Bo's heart, the nine poles also moved.

Wei Chi Bo only saw a dragon like sword flash before his eyes, and then ten thousand swords ran through his body and soul, and then his world was submerged by darkness.

The dark season sat cross legged in the air. She was closing her eyes and nourishing herself. The array awn flashed in front of her, and a figure fell into the divine array. It was level 8 Martial Saint Wang Liang.

"Ancient evil ghost master."

Level 8 Martial Saint Wang Liang looked up at Mingji and didn't care much at first. When he felt the unique breath of Mingji, his face was very dignified.

"Soul eaters."

Ming Ji opened her eyes and stood up, squinting at Wang Liang's way. There were some surprises, but more surprises.

"Since ancient times, the soul devouring clan and the Ming clan have been famous for their powerful soul power. I haven't fought with the master of the soul devouring clan for a long time. Today I will fight with you, the level 8 Martial saint of the soul devouring clan."

In the dark season, there are few opponents, and there is a long lost sense of war in my heart.

When the dark Qi was churning, eight separated bodies came out of the void, and a holy moon appeared behind each separated body. Then the light of the skeleton and dark staff in his hand burst, thousands of Yin soldiers and Yin horses were killed from the void, and countless puppets of the Ming family filled every corner of the divine array.

"It seems that you specially set up this divine array to deal with us. I can't leave until you are destroyed."

Wang Liang, the eighth level martial saint, was also aroused to be competitive. He killed wantonly and turned into countless real bats, including eight bloody bats, which are his eight parts.

"Kill!"

Two fierce drinks came from the mouths of two level-8 martial saints almost at the same time. I and I, separation and separation immediately hit each other, and the other puppets and bats fought frantically together.

"Maggot hell."

During the fierce battle, Mingji and the eight separated bodies simultaneously defeated Wang Liang's statue and separated body. The purple skeletons on the nine skeleton staff burst into blood, forming a blood holy land, enveloping one heaven and earth together with Wang Liang and the eight separated bodies in the blood holy land. Countless creepy maggots climbed out of the sea of corpses and blood and devoured bats crazily.

"In ancient times, the evil ghost master could only show this degree of holy land law, which disappointed Wang Liang."

Wang Liang was not frightened, but also opened the bloody holy land and crushed countless disgusting and terrible maggots.

"Really?"

Ming Ji was not angry, but answered faintly.

"Soul swallowing ghost worm."

Wang Liangzheng wanted to continue to ridicule. Suddenly, a strong sense of danger hit his heart. When he saw that countless green corpses crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood, opened their wings, exposed their fangs and shot at him. They easily swallowed up more than half of his holy land, and immediately scared out of his mind.

"Soul swallowing Shura."

The skeletons and sticks in the hands of the nine hell seasons burst out the dark light, forming a holy moon over the holy land. Under the light of the holy moon, soul swallowing ghost insects gathered together to form a blood prison Shura, frantically swallowing Wang Liang's soul.

"Ah!"

Wang Liang's holy land was broken, and the whole person turned into a soul light, which was swallowed up by the Shura in the blood prison.

On the other side, Jiang Baimu, the Ninth level martial saint, was walking. He suddenly felt an unknown feeling in his heart, which made him stop and release his soul to visit the movement around him.

"Go."

The Ninth level martial Saint Jiang Baimu thought, and nine separate bodies appeared and walked around.

Boom, boom!

All nine separated bodies touched the array pattern and were swallowed by the divine array.

"Since there is such a powerful divine array, the place really reveals strangeness everywhere."

Jiang Baimu, the Ninth level martial saint, was slightly surprised when he saw that nine separate bodies were trapped by the divine array.

"What, can't you call back?"

"Void prohibition."

Jiang Baimu, the Ninth level martial saint, wanted to call back the nine separated bodies, but he couldn't feel the breath of the nine separated bodies. He immediately realized that there were void prohibitions in the divine array, which isolated the induction between him and the separated bodies. He couldn't help but get an iron blue face and surge with violent power all over his body.

"Jiang Baimu, long time no see."

Just as Jiang Baimu wanted to destroy the divine array, a voice came along with a burst of footsteps.

"Old ghost."

Jiang Baimu, the Ninth level martial saint, followed his reputation and saw a zombie like old man coming towards him and calling out his name. When he looked carefully, he couldn't help but cry out.

"You didn't expect me to meet me here, and I didn't expect to meet you here, my old friend."

The ancestor of the dead body stopped at a distance of 100 feet from Jiang Baimu, and the Zombie's face showed a trace of complex emotion.

"Your accomplishments have only been restored to level 8 Mingsheng. It seems that being sealed in the Beidou demon sealing array of the leading sect has greatly damaged your vitality."

Jiang Baimu sighed.

"Hehe, I can't imagine that my friend who died and saved me was the running dog of the God of war hall."

The old ancestor of the dead body laughed at himself all over his face, and his tone was full of sadness.