"Blood ......"

A blood word came out of the mouth of the evil corpse that stood up, and then the eyes became blood-red, and he started directly.

This move can actually mobilize the power of the true spirit. This made Yi Xiaofei retreat and came to Yanyu Luoluo's side.

Suddenly the scene became chaotic, and in this chaos, the fight began. However, these evil corpses are obviously not fuel-efficient guys, saint-level masters. Yi Xiaofei now knows that there are only two weaknesses for evil corpses.

Otherwise, this thing is already immortal, no matter what kind of injury it receives, it doesn't have any sense, and it only knows killing people and drinking blood in its eyes!

First, cut off the head!

The second is that Yi Xiaofei uses the Nine Dragons Needle, and he has an innate restraint against the evil corpse, after all, the Nine Dragons Needle is the most yang thing.

"Damn it, just give me a lifetime to lie down!"

The strength of these evil corpses, in Yi Xiaofei's estimate, should have reached the third-grade and fourth-grade saint-level masters, so it seems that the threat is not very big.

And what made Yi Xiaofei most uneasy was that the sarcophagus at the top, the sarcophagus was different, and even the color was different, it was already faintly red.

Under the power of perspective, in the sarcophagus, there was a white-haired, fanged face, and the body was lying in blood. That's right, it's the blood of a sarcophagus, and the blood is still bubbling, like water boiling and boiling.

In the heart of the evil corpse's chest, there was an ice sword, this ice arrow was made of ice, and the cold breath seemed to be not simple. A trace of cold air wrapped around the evil corpse. If the others are hundred-year-old ice, then in the top sarcophagus, the ice sword is incredible, this is at least an ice sword made of thousand-year-old ice.

Thousands of years of ice, the Ghost God Temple actually has such a background, with this thousand years of ice, with this thing, for Yi Xiaofei, the breakthrough of strength will be easier. It's just that this thing, can I want it now? Even if I have a desire in my heart to get it, it depends on whether I have the life to take it.

That evil corpse is the key to the ghost god temple here, just seeing it with his eyes makes Yi Xiaofei afraid, and now the sixth-grade saint-level master who belongs to the blood clan has obviously locked the target, the top sarcophagus.

Holding Yan Yu Luoluo's hand, he rushed to Elder Yan Long's side, Yi Xiaofei said a few words, Elder Yan Long was obviously shocked, but with Yi Xiaofei's first reminder outside, now this time he trusts Yi Xiaofei even more.

After all, he also sensed that something was wrong, and it didn't seem to be the ruins of the Ghost God Temple. Directly ordered the people of the Yan clan here to retreat, preparing to leave from this side.

The speed was quite fast, and when he rushed out, Yi Xiaofei's eyes looked at the three ghosts and gods.

"Are you really sure to block out the interference?"

"Don't worry! This is still certain, you still can't trust Lao Tzu, what should I do if you die? As a brother, can I survive in secret? Don't forget, Lao Tzu's life is connected to you!"

The ruffian dragon guaranteed to speak, and Yi Xiaofei rushed towards the three ghosts and gods, climbing up quickly.

"Little Feige!"

Yanyu Luoluo was startled, worried that something would happen to Yi Xiaofei, after all, the deaths of the two of the underworld were still vivid.

The dragon pattern ring belonging to Yi Xiaofei's left hand flashed, and the three ghosts and gods did not make any moves, and Yi Xiaofei took down the wooden box in the mouth of the ghosts and gods.

"Let's go!"

Now I don't want to know what is in the wooden box, let's leave first, and the three ghosts and gods, on the body, after the wooden box is removed, there is a crack in the measurement, and in less than half a minute, the three ghosts and gods collapsed directly, the dust flew, and a large amount of rubble hit the rock wall next to it.

The people of the Yan clan looked very excited when they saw Yi Xiaofei get the wooden box, at least it was worth it this time, although they only got one just now, and the others were probably won by the blood clan and the underworld, but the things in the mouths of these three ghosts and gods only belonged to their Yan clan.

At the same time, inside, for the evacuation of the Yan clan, the Hades or the Blood Clan didn't pay attention to it at all, the evil corpse in the sarcophagus had almost been killed, and the sarcophagus at the top at this moment was opened by the sixth-grade saint-level master of the Blood Clan.

After opening, the entrance was a bloody color, and in the blood water, there was a man with white hair and fangs and an unusually hideous face, whose face was a little dry and his eyes were prominent. For these sixth-grade saint-level masters of the blood clan, they didn't pay attention to it at all, and their eyes were already locked on the ice sword piercing the heart of the evil corpse.

"It's so cold!

At his level, it is estimated that this ice sword is a thousand-year-old ice, and when he speaks, there is a slight trilling in his words.

Thousands of years of ice, this kind of thing is hard to find, where is the opportunity to get it now, and the once powerful ghost temple can have it.

Sure enough, the best thing is still here, a thousand-year-old ice, even a hundred hundred-year-old ice, can't be obtained.

Especially the thousand-year-old ice, don't look at it as ice, but its hardness and sharpness are quite considerable, and it can reach the point where the legend is like clay.

The importance and nobility of this ice sword can be imagined, it is light in weight and quite terrifying in power.

Stretched out his hand and directly grabbed the hilt of the ice sword, and under this grasp, a cold qi struck into the body of the sixth-grade saint-level master of the blood clan, and used the power of the true spirit in his body to repel it. This is so that the cold does not cause too much damage to yourself.

It seemed to pierce very deeply, pulling out the ice sword little by little, and as the ice sword moved up, the white-haired fanged evil corpse actually had a breathing rate, and the blood in the sarcophagus began to fall, and this decline was as if it was sucked into the body by the evil corpse.

With a bang, the ice sword was pulled out, this was pulled out, and a touch of blood was sprinkled, which was the blood attached to the ice sword, but immediately, the ice sword gave people a crystal clear feeling.

"Thousand-year-old ice!

Holding the thousand-year-old ice in his hand made him high-spirited, but immediately, in the sarcophagus that came, a sharp claw slapped on the edge of the sarcophagus, and the powerful impact force directly turned the edge of the sarcophagus into rubble.

"Thank you...... Thank you ......"

A hoarse voice sounded, and a bloody breath covered the sixth-grade saint-level master of the blood clan, and in the blink of an eye, blood splattered out, and the sixth-grade saint-level master who belonged to the blood clan was bitten on the neck, and there was no resistance at all, and the ice sword in his hand fell down, and the falling ice sword was grabbed by the white-haired and fanged evil corpse.

(End of chapter)