Tiger and the others, the deputy sect leader of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, blocked the stone steps, casting hostile glances at the people of the Ten Thousand Ancient Immortal Sect.

The atmosphere in the stone chamber was suddenly silent.

At swords' points.

"Yang Xiu, the head of the Ten Thousand Ancient Immortal Sect?" the tiger stared at Yang Xiu, "You killed my beloved disciple Chu Zihang?"

Chu Zihang is a disciple of the tiger, with outstanding talent, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the seventh level of qi refining, and he will soon break through to the eighth level of qi refining. In the Dragon and Tiger Sect, he was the object of full cultivation, and countless energy and resources were spent on it.

This time, the tiger took him down the mountain for training.

But he didn't expect to die in the hands of Yang Xiu.

Yang Xiu looked at the tiger without fear, "I killed it." ”

"Your so-called beloved disciple teamed up with the Qinglong Sect and other forces with the intention of intercepting and looting us, but this seat did not control my knife well and killed me by mistake. ”

"Killed by mistake?" said the tiger, furious.

Killing his own disciple is such an understatement.

Hateful.

"Kill my beloved disciple, you have to pay the price!" The tiger suddenly burst out with the aura of the foundation building realm, and the terrifying coercion and oppression came.

The soles of his feet slammed on the ground, and his body shot towards Yang Xiu like a tiger and leopard.

The magic weapon of the black stick in his hand smashed down angrily, and the air exploded when the black stick passed.

Powerful.

In the face of the tiger's attack, Yang Xiu was extremely indifferent.

There was still half of the power contained in the Great Dao Star Pattern Robe, and his combat power was still maintained at the foundation building perfection, and the tiger did not pose any threat to him at all.

The black stick smashed to the top of the head,

Yang Xiu raised his hand lightly.

"Heaven-Covering Demon Hand!"

With a low shout, a terrifying clutch burst out and slammed down on the tiger.

Rumble!!

In an instant, the tiger felt a huge force coming, and his body shook violently, and then the whole person flew out like a cannonball, slamming heavily on the wall, and the wall cracked.

The tiger slid down the stone wall, blood gushing from the corners of its mouth.

ClickClick......

Just listen to a crisp sound,

The magic weapon black stick in his hand actually cracked into countless fine cracks, and then shattered into pieces.

There was silence.

"Deputy Sect Master!" Zhao Mengjun exclaimed in surprise, and stepped forward to help the tiger up.

The tiger coughed lightly and looked at Yang Xiu with a shocked expression.

This person was so young, and he could have such a cultivation, and he was defeated with one move, and his magic weapon was shattered. This kind of power is at least three foundations!

In fact, Yang Xiu didn't use all his strength, so the tiger's perception would be biased.

Yang Xiu led his disciples towards the exit of the stone steps.

The disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Sect sacrificed magic weapons one after another, wanting to stop them.

Yang Xiu only glanced at them lightly and said, "Now that the demon has been born, Skull Mountain has changed dramatically. This seat has no intention of killing each other with you here, dodge!"

There is immeasurable majesty in the roar.

In an instant, the body of the disciple of the Dragon and Tiger Sect trembled violently.

But they didn't get out of the way.

Until the tiger spoke up: "Let them go." ”

The disciples trembled and gave way to a passage.

It wasn't until Yang Xiu walked away that Zhao Mengjun said, "Deputy Sect Master, just let them go?"

The tiger sighed and said, "I'm not that Yang Xiu's opponent!"

"I was injured in the battle with the corpse demon in the passage just now, but the revenge of the murderer will never stop!"

"When my injuries heal, I will go to the Ancient Immortal Sect to ask for advice!"

As he spoke, the tiger coughed again, and blood continued to spill out. He glanced at the fragments of the magic weapon on the ground, and an inexplicable chill welled up in his heart.

However, it was said that the Ten Thousand Ancient Immortal Sect rose from the shattered giant hole in the underground valley and came to the surface of Skull Mountain again.

At this time, the lonely moon hangs high, and the moon is cold.

There are thick clouds drifting, and demonic energy is rampant.

The ghosts and spirits are scurrying, and the mountain spirits and monsters are rampant.

High in the sky, a cloud of blood mist and a cloud of black gas collided wildly.

It was the Corpse Demon King and the Great Demon at war.

The two fought inseparably and were inseparable.

Suddenly, a round of black sun fell from the sky, and it crashed on the corpse demon king. The Corpse Demon King let out a miserable scream, and with the black sun, he fell into the air and smashed to the ground, smashing the ground into a large pit with a diameter of 100 meters.

Black flames burned.

The corpse demon king's body was deformed and distorted, and his body was stained with black magic flames, hideous and embarrassed.

He struggled to get up from the ground, his flesh and blood surging back into place quickly. He sneered, raising his eyes to stare at the big demon in the air, "What a big demon!"

"But it was just a warm-up. Thank you for working so hard to massage my back. The corpse demon king's neck turned, and suddenly a netherworld fire burned in his eyes.

The netherworld flame came out, engulfing the demonic flames in an instant.

The corpse demon king's body slowly floated up, his arms spread out, and he lifted up.

Endless blood is surging, and the yin wind is raging.

"Ten Thousand Bone Puppets!" the Corpse Demon King snorted.

Suddenly, the thousands of skeletons in Skull Mountain surged, and they disintegrated in an instant, and the white bones of Sensen dismantled and then fused again.

Soon, a giant skeleton with a height of 100 meters was completed.

Grunt......

The soft soil turned red in an instant, and endless blood poured out of it, then towards the giant skeleton.

With the infusion of blood, the skeleton's bones turned crystal blood-red.

Meridians and muscles grow on top of the bones.

Bloody.

It is an enlarged version of the Blood Corpse King.

The terrifying yin qi gathered on the body of the ten thousand bone puppets, and the evil qi was monstrous.

The night sky was completely overcast, and the moon was obscured by thick clouds.

A whimpering sound rang out in Skull Mountain, sending chills down the spine and creepy back burners.

The parrot lord exclaimed: "It's a disaster! This corpse demon king has become a momentum! The big demon can't stop it!"

"Run!!"

When Yang Xiu and the others heard this, they didn't linger any longer, and frantically swept towards the bottom of Skull Mountain.

The hundred-meter-old ancient ghost puppet roared in a low voice, and slapped it with one palm, and in an instant, the Great Demon Yin Spirit was shattered. The dissipated demonic energy was devoured by the Corpse Demon King.

"Delicious!!"

"With a little condensation of this king, the Netherworld Blood Body will be formed!"

"Humble ants, where to escape?"

After the Ten Thousand Bone Puppet obliterated the Great Demon, it suddenly turned to the direction of Yang Xiu and the others, and chased after them step by step.

100 meters of body, one step of 80 meters, fast pursuit.

Yang Xiu only felt that an extremely terrifying bloody aura was pressing behind him, and his nerves were tense.

"Die!!"

The huge bone hand of the Ten Thousand Bone Puppet slapped down, and the fierce aura directly shook the ground into fine cracks.

Yang Xiu and the others felt that death was looming.

This kind of majestic power is simply not something they can resist.

But at this moment, a distant Buddha horn suddenly sounded.

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha number is ethereal, and the Buddha light suddenly lights up in the deep night, and a high monk steps into the air and declares the Buddha's name.

The Buddha's palm was slapped out, and a golden Buddha seal with the word 'swastika' came out of his hand, and the ten thousand bone puppets slapped towards the bone hands of Yang Xiu and the others.

The body of the Buddha descended.

The robe of the Buddha is shining, holding a rosary in his left hand and a tin staff in his right hand.

"Old bald donkey, do you dare to spoil my good deeds?" the Corpse Demon King stared at the monk from a distance.

The monk lightly declares the Buddha number:

"Amitabha!"

"The demon is a disaster to the world, and today the old man will overtake you!"

"Do you want to overtake me, old bald donkey, you're looking for death!" The Demon King of the Corpse Demon King was screaming, controlling the Ten Thousand Bone Puppets, and the huge bone hands were slapping towards the high monk.

The monks are solemn,

"Prajna is a merciful hand!"

A golden Buddha palm burst out and met the huge bone hand......