Although this thunder light looked dazzling, the power of thunder and lightning contained in it was completely incomparable to Han Da's. Still, it was enough to deal a heavy blow to the giant skull.

The red-robed man never thought that Han Da and Zhao An would all practice the art of thunder and lightning, and Han Da was even more in control of the thunder, and his own evil art was suppressed.

At this time, the red-robed man had to be distracted to deal with Zhao An's Sanfan Sword on the one hand, and on the other hand, he had to cast a spell to protect the skeleton, and the situation gradually reversed under the lack of skills.

Finally, the huge skull seemed to be unable to withstand such a big injury, and let out a terrible scream, and then a black shadow burst out of the skull's mouth, rushing in the direction of Zhang Mingtang in the blink of an eye.

"What's that?!"

Zhao An's pupils shrank suddenly, turning into a vertical line, like a snake's eyes, looking towards this thing.

In the blink of an eye, the crying stopped, the golden electric dragon froze in mid-air, Han Da's black shirt froze behind him, and all the years in front of Zhao An's eyes stopped.

It's the power of the years of the eyes!

At this time, Zhao An saw clearly what the black shadow looked like.

I saw that the black shadow ghost had fangs on his face, his eyes exuded evil light, his head was triangular, his ears were eagle nose, and he was surrounded by dead air, thinking of the words of the evil cultivator before, if he didn't guess wrong, this should be the soul of the corpse king refined by the evil cultivator.

In fact, it is.

The red-robed man saw that the skeleton carrier that contained the soul of the corpse king was so badly damaged, and he had no choice but to temporarily give up the skull and let the corpse king enter Zhang Mingtang's body in advance.

Seeing this, Zhao An was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat.

Once the Corpse King entered Zhang Mingtang's spirit body, it would only be completely refined after it had completely devoured Zhang Mingtang's soul, and then he and Han Da would not be opponents at all.

It's just that he and Han Da are now both lacking in skills, and Zhou Ze, who is the only one closest to Zhang Mingtang, is seriously injured and comatose and almost unconscious, and he can't count on it.

Three breaths of time passed in a blink of an eye.

The speed of the corpse king's soul was terrifying, and he didn't wait for Zhao An to react, so he rushed straight at a blink of an eye, and when he was about to burrow into Zhang Mingtang's body, Zhao An couldn't care about anything in a hurry, so he took out something from the storage bag and threw it at Zhang Mingtang.

As soon as the thing opened, it fluttered in the wind, and unfolded in mid-air with a "bang".

The moment Zhao An saw that thing clearly, his whole heart "chuckled", and his heart was like ashes in an instant.

Finished......

What he sacrificed was nothing else, it was the tattered robe that Jiang gave him at the age of three that day.

At this time, the tattered robe was like a rag, floating alone in mid-air, not to mention hurting the enemy, and even a gust of wind seemed to be able to tear it apart in an instant.

Just when Zhao An accepted his fate, suddenly the torn robe shook in the wind, and with Zhao An's mind, it flashed lightly in mid-air, and the next moment it was wrapped around Zhang Mingtang's body.

It's all very fast.

Almost at the same time that the torn robe was glued to Zhang Mingtang's body, the soul of the corpse king suddenly came!

In an instant, Jiang San's tattered robe suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and the corpse king's soul suddenly screamed, and then billowing black smoke came out of his body, not only did he burrow into Zhang Mingtang's body as he wished, but instead seemed to have been hit hard, and even his body began to blur.

What the?

Zhao An looked at the torn robe in surprise, and was afraid for a while.

Fortunately, he didn't throw the ragged robe away as rags.

In any case, he didn't expect that a torn robe that Jiang Sansui casually threw at him turned out to be such a defensive magic weapon!

On the other hand, the soul of the corpse king did not dare to touch Zhang Mingtang again, and fled as quickly as he ran for his life.

"Still want to run?" Han Da's sharp eyes and quick hands pointed at the Corpse King's soul, and a thick golden thunder light slashed straight towards the Corpse King.

"No!"

Not far away, the red-robed man shouted frantically, and with a wave of his hands violently forward, countless corpse mountains of unjust souls and bloody hands surged, wanting to save that soul.

But where would Zhao An let him get his wish, slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and suddenly a yellow light flashed, falling to the ground and turning into a huge eight-clawed scarlet belly spider.

"Aang!"

The eight-clawed scarlet-bellied spider was released, and subconsciously opened its crocodile mouth and let out an excited cry.

But just halfway through the call, its eight eyes rolled around, looked around in horror, and then closed its mouth alive, and its eight long legs moved quickly, curling up and hiding behind Zhao An.

"What are you afraid of!" Zhao An had never seen an eight-clawed scarlet belly spider look like this, and asked.

Then, no matter how Zhao An urged, the eight-clawed scarlet belly spider always held its body, refused to take half a step, and kept transmitting signals to Zhao An to return to the storage bag.

Zhao An didn't know that evil things like eight-clawed scarlet belly spiders were best at devouring. Only the same kind that is constantly devouring can be powerful, and the formation and the breath of the corpse king at this time gave the eight-clawed scarlet pot-bellied spider a strong sense of threat, so the instinctive reaction made it scared to death.

Zhao An was concentrating on dealing with the red-robed evil cultivator at this time, and he didn't have time to care about the eight-clawed scarlet belly spider, and the eight-clawed scarlet belly spider saw that he couldn't return to the storage bag, and slowly poked his head out.

Suddenly, the eight eyes of the eight-clawed scarlet-bellied spider suddenly flickered, and they found the soul of the corpse king fleeing in mid-air.

The soul of the corpse king was extremely injured at this time, and was forced by Han Da's thunder light to have nowhere to escape, and the eight-clawed scarlet belly spider looked at it for a long time, and suddenly stood up, and the fluff all over its body was trembling violently, as if it was excited.

The spider took aim and direction, then opened its mouth and spat out a sticky spider silk, binding the corpse king's soul in a clump of pieces. Immediately retracted, and hooked the soul of the corpse king.

"Brute, you dare!"

When the red-robed man saw Zhao An's demon beast, his eyes suddenly shrank, and the whole person flew over.

However, the speed of the spider silk was too fast, and in an instant, the soul of the corpse king was swallowed by the eight-clawed scarlet belly spider.

Zhao An was taken aback, he never thought that this spider would swallow the soul of the corpse king, and hurriedly waved the spider back into the storage bag.

As a result, the red-robed man lost contact with the Corpse King's Soul. This Ten Thousand Corpses Powerful Ghost Formation mainly relies on the soul of the Corpse King, and now that the Corpse King has disappeared, the entire formation has begun to collapse in an instant.

The red-robed man, as the eye of the array, was the first to suffer from it, the whole person staggered, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and without saying a word, it turned into a cloud of red mist, and he was about to leave.

"Want to escape?" Zhao An's eyes flashed with a hint of killing intent, and sixty-four Sanfan swords mixed with wind blades attacked the red-robed man in unison, and Han Da was also thunderous, all of them beckoned towards the red-robed man.

"Brute, suffer death!"

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