Chapter 769

Looking at the three legged golden black with the smell of thunder and fire at the two oncoming heads, a look of panic appeared again in the dark pupils of the two black robed messengers.

The two of them wanted to take off their two heads and three feet by virtue of their body method, but the latter followed them closely as if they were resurrected.

"Die!"

The black robed right envoy couldn't help drinking angrily, and the strange black fog around him quickly turned up, and countless skeletons and fierce ghosts flew out of the black fog immediately.

These skeletons and fierce ghosts instantly transformed into a huge ghost king and rushed towards the ferocious three legged golden black.

Soon, the giant ghost with evil spirit was entangled with the three feet of gold and black with the smell of thunder and fire.

Although the three legged golden black may not be as big as the giant ghost king, the Tiangang thunder and fire emitted by its wings can quickly eliminate the black magic Qi.

In the course of the battle, the scream of pain caused by the destruction of the fierce ghost by thunder and fire kept coming out, and then the body shape of the ghost King quickly shrunk.

However, after all, the ghost king is the magic power condensed by the peak magic cultivation in the later stage of Jindan, so under the endless magic Qi released by the peak magic cultivation in the later stage of Jindan, the first thing that can't support is the three legged Jinwu.

I saw that under the erosion of a large amount of magic Qi, the three legged golden black covered with thunder and fire began to become weaker and weaker.

Finally, the two three foot golden crows dissipated slowly in the devouring of the ghost king. Although the latter won the final victory, it soon turned into a wisp of smoke.

The two black robed messengers who appeared from the strange black fog looked very ugly, some ashen, and the black fog around them was much thinner.

It seems that although they had the upper hand in the fight just now, they consumed a lot of magic Qi.

On the other hand, Shen huanchi and other four people in the [Tiangang thunder fire array] dare not be careless, and work together to maintain the full operation of the whole array.

After all, their current opponents are two demon practitioners whose accomplishments have reached the peak in the later stage of the golden elixir. As we all know, demon practitioners are often more powerful and difficult in the same level.

The skills they practice are more domineering, and the strange magic Qi is also overwhelming. It is easy to be eroded into the body in the process of fighting.

However, at present, they have gathered four people to work together to operate this large array for demon cultivation, and there is a real person, the great master of array, who is in charge of coordination.

In a short time, the four of them can still protect themselves.

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However, compared with the situation of Shen huanchi and other four people here, the real king of Qingyang on the other side is in danger under the joint efforts of the sect leader and the fifth level corpse refining.

"Poof..."

Under the close attack of the fifth level corpse refining, Qingyang Zhenjun's internal organs were injured, and he was directly bombed and spit blood on the spot.

But he had no time to wipe the red blood from the corners of his mouth, and the blood light attack of the white faced youth had come face to face again.

Under such a life and death crisis, Qingyang Zhenjun decisively crushed the sword shaped wooden card in his hand and screamed hysterically:

"Situ Daoyou, if you don't do it at this time, when will you stay?"

With the fragmentation of the sword shaped wooden card, countless fierce sword Qi flew out of it in an instant, and attacked the oncoming God cult leader with a lightning speed.

When those sharp swords appeared, a look of extreme shock flashed in the eyes of the white faced boy.

The ninth Youming emperor galloped the Middle Earth cultivation world for thousands of years. He was extremely cautious all his life. At this time, he immediately realized the danger, so he immediately turned around and wanted to escape here.

However, countless sharp sword Qi blocked all his retreat in an instant, and successfully interrupted his escape secret.

At the same time, a huge sword that was much faster than lightning fell directly from the sky and fell heavily on the body of the ninth Youming emperor.

"Boom..."

With a clear metal collision sound suddenly sounded, countless violent spiritual power fluctuations swept away in all directions in an instant.

The generated psychic power wave swept directly onto the ground through the roaring vigorous wind, making the already collapsed Luqiu mountain bright again.

After the violent fluctuation of spiritual power dissipated, an extremely ferocious sword wound appeared on the weak body of the white faced boy, and the evil spirit emitted by the whole man became stronger.

In front of him, a man in blue appeared out of thin air. The man held a long sword with cold light and looked at the boy in front of him.

"Jie... Ten thousand sword sect, good move [flying immortal outside the sky]..."

At this time, there was no more panic in the eyes of the ninth Youming emperor. As an old devil who had been around for thousands of years.

Through what happened just now, I have already understood the current situation and my current situation.

Although the sword repair of Wandao sword sect suddenly appeared, which was indeed greatly beyond his expectation, the other party only came to him, which didn't pay attention to his nine Youming emperor.

"Sure enough, it's the man who came from ten thousand swords. He's always so arrogant..."

The ninth Youming emperor looked fearlessly at situ Changkong, who appeared. He couldn't help sneering, and seemed to deliberately annoy the latter.

"In those years, five Yuanying friars from the five holy places in the eastern region surrounded and killed the emperor. The emperor can still escape from them. Today you are alone... Jie Jie..."

"You look familiar to me, isn't it the Jindan friar who was killed by me..."

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As soon as he said this, situ Changkong's sword intention suddenly became stronger and stronger countless times. The terrible sword intention seemed to break the whole void.

At the next moment, the endless fierce sword breath swallowed up the light of ten thousand feet, and then shot wildly in the direction where the ninth Youming emperor stood.

Looking at the fierce sword, the nine Youming emperor's expression was slightly dignified, and it was obvious that he was also very afraid.

After all, the opponent in front of us is a sword repairman, and he comes from the holy land of the eastern region, the yuan infant sword repairman of Wandao sword sect.

The reason why he angered the other party before was just to affect the other party's mood and win time for himself to suppress his internal injuries.

Now that the other party has made a move, he naturally doesn't dare to raise it any more.

"Coffin!"

With his loud drink, a black coffin immediately flew out of the blood cloud behind him.

The coffin appeared in front of the ninth Youming emperor. The coffin plate opened slowly, and then endless evil corpse Qi swept out.

It is the coffin that can be buried in the sky!

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