Six arms as thick as lampposts fell to the ground, and in the countless terrible screams, they turned into billowing yin qi overflowing, so that everyone in the audience had to try their best to resist and avoid evil spirits from entering their bodies.

"Whew"

The ghost giant screamed in anger, the black mist surged from the broken arm, and in the blink of an eye, six more arms grew back.

Qin Tian pursed his lips, and with another sword swing, the six arms that had not yet been completely formed were once again cut off by the edge of the sword qi.

...

In this way, the ghost giant's arm seemed to have become a leek, and it was cut by Qin Tian one after another.

The ghost giant is a collection of countless resentments, confused and chaotic, without pain, and without the seven emotions and six desires of a human being.

After repeated injuries, he still didn't know how to be afraid, and in his rage, six arms waved wildly in the air, bringing up a strong wind tornado to rage, just thinking about slapping the annoying little insect in front of him into meat sauce.

However, Qin Tian's figure was like a ghost, erratic, in comparison, the ghost shadow giant looked extremely clumsy, and his fist shadow fell short again and again, and he couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Qin Tian did not limit the battle situation to the ruins of the main hall, and let the ghost shadow giant wantonly destroy in the water cloud residence, and toss the palace pavilions to collapse and overturn.

"Qin Tian!"

Ao Jin gritted his teeth, his fists crackled, he dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, regretting how his head was hot in the first place and provoked such a bad star.

Even if Qin Tian was really killed here today, the entire Shui Yun Residence would not be able to be saved, so that not to mention him Ao Jin, even if his father worshiped Ao Xuan, he would lose face because of this.

What's more, the current battle situation is completely Qin Tian beating the ghost giant, as easy as Lao Tzu beating his son.

And as one arm after another was wantonly harvested by Qin Tian, the ghost giant's originally extremely condensed body gradually faded away, and it was obvious that its regenerative power was by no means endless.

Everyone present was dumbfounded, this wild boy of unknown origin was too violent.

A ghost giant that was comparable to the late stage martial artist of the golden body fell into his hands, and it turned out to be like a rag puppet with no power to parry.

The shadow slave was frightened and angry, and his expression was distorted, more hideous and terrifying than that of a demon.

After only a few breaths of effort, a full third of the unjust souls have been wiped out in the sword light, and if he continues like this, I am afraid that if he fails to take Qin Tian, he will lose himself first.

The shadow slave's body was rotten, so he naturally didn't dare to step forward to fight Qin Tian hand-to-hand, with his body, maybe he would be punched and set foot on Huangquan Road.

After a battle between heaven and man, he finally chose to cut through his palm, blood was scattered all over the ground, and he desperately urged the spiritual power of his body, and roared fiercely: "Xudu Ghost Country!"

As soon as the words came out, the blood on the ground gathered on its own and drew into a treacherous rune, and the red mangs were magnificent.

The black mist on his side boiled completely like a blazing fire, enveloping the entire Water Cloud Residence in it.

The yin wind is raging, the ghost aura is clear, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls comes and goes, as if falling into the nine netherworlds.

"What kind of supernatural power is this?" someone couldn't help but swallow and said in a trembling voice.

"You don't want to kill us together, do you?" said a timid man, with a cry in his voice.

"Damn, this old guy is crazy?!" someone scolded.

"Knock knock..."

The sound of uniform footsteps sounded, drowning out all the noise, and then hundreds of ghosts came out of the black fog one after another.

Some wore heavy armor and danced flags, some had royal horses under their crotches and held spears, and some were holding arrows and pointing at Qin Tian from afar.

They are all green-faced and fanged, ghostly, and their bodies are sometimes solid, sometimes illusory.

This is a Yin soldier summoned from the underworld by the shadow slave with his own essence and blood.

The breath ranges from the foundation building to the foundation building, and the combat power of hundreds of people is twisted into one, even if it is the presence of a strong person who is the consummation of Jindan, it should be handled cautiously.

"Give me death!"

The shadow slave's eyes were gloomy, like a poisonous python that chose people to devour.

With an order, hundreds of Yin soldiers charged as if they were standing on the field, raising a burst of sand and dust, and rushed towards Qin Tian.

Qin Tian's face was full of disdain, and before the ghost giant could regrow its six arms, he kicked it on top of its white bone skull, causing it to fly a hundred feet away.

The huge body smashed into the team of Yin soldiers who were charging in, and immediately crushed several Yin soldiers into Yin Qi.

At the same time, his legs were rooted in the void, and he put on a long-lost eight-pole boxing fight, and the spiritual power in his body blended with the power of qi and blood, evolving into a gray and mysterious energy.

"Settle the day!"

A punch was handed out, and the sound of "Qiang Qiang" iron chains was heard in everyone's ears at first glance, followed by thousands of iron chains breaking through the air, intertwined into a huge net, and encompassing hundreds of Yin soldiers.

The Yin soldiers roared and struggled, but they never broke free.

"How is that possible?!"

The shadow slave had a ghostly expression on his face.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have dared to believe that just a junior who had just entered the Jindan realm could trap hundreds of Yin soldiers with his own strength.

Can you still make some sense?

Qin Tian took in the changes in his expression, showed him a harmless smile, and said, "It's not over..."

I saw that above his fingertips, a cluster of bright red flames suddenly rose, with only a trace of warmth overflowing, like a most ordinary candle flame, swaying in the air.

The shadow slave had a numb scalp for no reason, and he couldn't help but staggered back a few steps, and his intuition, which had been wandering on the edge of life and death all the year round, told him that this inconspicuous flame contained a majestic fire intent that was enough to burn the sky and destroy the world.

For this reason, he had to put down his body, arched his hand towards Qin Tian stubbornly, and said astringently: "This little friend, why don't we say goodbye to each other?"

The overhaul of the later stage of the dignified Jindan was forced to bow his head to a junior who was less than twenty years old, which can be said to be the first time in the history of cultivation.

Qin Tian nodded, and said with a warm smile: "Yes, but you let me let off fireworks to celebrate!"

With that, he flicked the wisp of fire from his fingertips lightly.

Under the panicked eyes of everyone, the flames grew in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a sea of purgatory fire, lying across the void, and a wave went down, engulfing hundreds of Yin soldiers.

Hundreds of feet away, everyone still felt that a terrible heat wave was coming, causing their mouths to dry and their hair to turn yellow and curl because of it.

The shadow slave was stunned on the spot, facing this surging sea of fire, even he had no effective and feasible means, and could only watch the Yin soldiers struggle and wail in the sea of fire, and finally turned into nothingness.

"It's over..."

There was a desperate twilight on the shadow slave's body, and he whispered.