In an instant, Han Da's body stirred up a violent wind out of thin air.

Black hair fluttering, black clothes wanton.

The golden arc "crackled" flashed out on Han Da's body, and Han Da exuded a domineering and arrogant intent all over his body, although Zhao An closed his eyes at this time and absorbed the dead qi with all his might, he could still feel the change in Han Da's instantaneous breath.

Although Zhao An had seen Han Da's Heavenly Thunder power when he was in the Inner Sect Disciple Dabi before, the aura and coercion at that time could not be compared to this time at all.

Although the demon spot is fierce and evil, in the face of Han Da's rolling thunder, it gradually has the thickness of a little finger, and in that dispersion, Han Da's spiritual power was released wildly, and in an instant, a small black cloud condensed under the demon spot.

"Clouds?"

The gloomy voice was moved, obviously not expecting that under the magic spots, it could be condensed into this thing.

And at the moment when Han Da condensed the clouds, a large amount of blood was already oozing from the corners of Zhao An's mouth, no matter how stoic he was at this moment, in the transformation of the surging dead qi and vitality, his body seemed to be a thin dough, and as long as he blew a few more breaths into it, it would burst.

"Lao Zhao, are you okay?"

Han Da opened his mouth with difficulty, and at this time, the spiritual power in his body was like a flood pouring out, frantically supporting the dark clouds in the sky. There was a faint flash of thunder in the dark clouds, and the rumbling thunder sounded from time to time, as if an electric arc was slashing down in the next moment.

And the evil cultivator also seemed to see that this cloud was unusual, and the dead qi around him was even thicker.

"Give me some more time. Zhao An gritted his teeth and spoke, but at this time, not only his mouth, but also his ears and nose began to bleed.

Zhou Ze on the side was still quickly drawing talismans on the wind wall over and over again, using his own Dao skills to fight against the anger of hundreds of ghouls, although the wind wall was still strong, but Zhou Ze was more and more gray in the Yin Hall, and he was already crumbling.

"Senior Brother Zhao, Senior Brother Han, you must be careful for a while, if I feel good, this evil cultivation is at least the cultivation of the late stage of foundation building. Zhou Ze reminded while drawing.

Later stage of foundation building......

Zhao An'an's head was like a cloud.

He is only a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building now, even if he meets a monk in the late stage of foundation building on weekdays, he has no intention of provoking him, but he didn't expect that the current enemy is actually a monk in the late stage of foundation building!

And Han Da and Zhou Ze are not much different from him in cultivation, and now if they want to get out alive from here, they can only rely on Han Da's heavenly thunder to suppress the evil natural enemy.

Taking a deep breath, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Zhao An's eyes, and then he said in a hoarse voice that almost only he could hear,

"Haven't you always liked to suck my spiritual power? Today, I'll let you suck enough!"

After speaking, Zhao An's double pupils suddenly turned into a vertical line, like snake eyes, cold and ruthless.

And in the midst of his sea of consciousness, a loud roar of "Ang" came, and the huge half-stone, half-snake-like monster opened its eyes, and its lantern-sized eyes scanned ahead.

Wasteland!

The next moment, a phantom of a giant python faintly flashed behind Zhao An, standing in the distance with a huge body, and his eyes seemed to be like Zhao An, faintly shining with gold and black light.

At the moment when the phantom of the giant python appeared, countless black qi around it frantically poured into the phantom, and then turned into a dazzling aura above the head of the giant python, shooting straight out.

With the presence of the giant python, in an instant, the entire darkness was illuminated by golden vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye, advancing inch by inch towards the west of the formation.

Since the past, the spiritual power in Zhao An's body has disappeared inexplicably, and often others absorb the spiritual power of ten spirit stones, but he can only absorb eight, although he has not studied deeply, but Zhao An also knows that it is a good thing that he knows the sea and does in the ruins.

Now with his own strength alone, he will never be able to survive the moment when he discovers the formation eye, rather than everyone dying here together, it is better for him to fight, wake up the ruins, and use its power to absorb enough!

A steady stream of a large amount of dead air poured into Zhao An's sea of consciousness, and the "ruin" opened its big black mouth, absorbing countless dead qi like a whirlpool, and as it absorbed more and more dead gas, the petrification of the lower body also began to fall small stones, and it seemed that there was a faint tendency to unseal.

Almost at the moment when the figure of the "ruins" appeared, Zhang Mingtang, who had been chanting the scriptures, suddenly moved, opened his eyes and looked at Zhao An in astonishment, revealing a trace of surprise.

Although only half a cup of tea has passed, for Zhao An, the hardships and hardships seem to have passed for a year.

Finally, as the west side of the formation gradually lit up, a huge tomb mountain was full of corpses, and the entire tomb was shrouded in a thick layer of evil qi, and at the highest point of the tomb mountain, there was a mountain of corpses built high!

On the top of the corpse mountain, a skeleton ten feet tall sat cross-legged on the top, and in front of the skull, there was a man in a red robe sitting in it, chanting a spell in his mouth from time to time, it was the evil cultivator in his eyes!

Zhao An shouted angrily, "Senior Brother Han!"

The moment Han Da saw the evil cultivator, the index finger of his right hand pointed forward sharply, and in an instant, a thunderbolt as thick as an adult's wrist suddenly fell, slashing straight at the evil cultivator's body.

"Boom!"

The violent sound came violently, shaking the surrounding ghosts and dissipating violently.

Tianlei Du Yu is a well-known thing for these evil things, and it is also a zombie soul that has just been formed in this formation.

As the thunder fell, a thick and fishy smell of bloody decay spread, as if the corpse had been placed for several days.

In the golden thunder, a red figure flew out in embarrassment, floating in the air.

"Good! good!"

Suddenly, the red-robed man looked at Zhao An and the others gloomily and spoke, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Beside the man, the huge skull floated behind him, and half of the originally crystal white bones were scorched black at this time, and there were even two shatters on it, obviously injured by Han Da's heavenly thunder.

I don't know if Zhao An absorbed too much death qi in this formation, or if Han Da's heavenly thunder injured this evil cultivator, in an instant, the darkness in front of Zhao An's eyes regained its light again, and even the spiritual power that had been suppressed by him before was somewhat recovered at this time.

"You're finally willing to show up. Zhao An withdrew the exercises, stood up and spoke coldly.

The red-robed man stared at Zhao An and the others, stretched out his hand and touched the broken part of the skull, and then his face was extremely hideous, and his voice said sharply,

"If you damage the way of my corpse king, I will pick your skin, draw your strength, and let you pay for your life!

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