On the stone platform, the twenty-seven corpses were all wounded, blood stained with hair and clothes, all of which had not dried up, and their skin still looked colored.

It all felt like it happened yesterday.

When everyone put their attention in the wooden box, the twenty-seven corpses suddenly changed.

A faint line on his forehead emitted a black light, it was a black lotus.

There was an aura of terror and ominousness, and then, the twenty-seven corpses stood up one after another, living out of the walking dead.

Their eyes slowly opened, but they looked hollow and confused, but they had a little more life than before.

His face seemed to be stiff, and he didn't have any emotion.

For the creatures around them, there is only the thought of killing and poking.

They stand up and reap their lives mercilessly

"Hurry up!" an old man roared, offering an eight-treasure heavenly wheel, with dao patterns engraved on it, and runes flowing out, hanging down the Xuanhuang Qi.

The treasure wheel spun extremely fast, and suddenly shot out a green sword, a blood knife, and an ink halberd. A golden gun......

A total of eight divine weapons, emitting this dazzling holy light, killing everywhere.

Bang bang bang!

Those corpses seemed to be unconscious, only knew the mechanical killing poke, and did not avoid it at all, allowing those magic weapons to hit their bodies.

The eight divine weapons seemed to have encountered a treasure wall made of immortal gold.

Didn't leave a single scar on them.

"Huh?!"

Some people showed incredible surprises, and Queen Cang retreated, secretly glad that they were unconscious.

The twenty-seven corpses moved mechanically, in different directions, as if something had attracted them.

"Oh no! their purpose is the wooden box and the black lotus shard!"

An old man was targeted by a corpse, and he had just grabbed a piece of black lotus fragment, so he saw the clue at once, and shouted loudly.

And there are many others who have suffered the same.

The tyrant bear smashed a path with a stick and escaped from the three corpses.

People gradually discovered that these people all possessed saint-level physical bodies, and they were congenitally undefeated, and they could not be defeated or dragged down.

Although I don't know why this happened, I know that it is not their enemy!

In a short period of time, there have been many people spilling blood on the altar.

Cao Wuming's expression was solemn, and he took out a ghost lamp from his arms, and there were many little ghosts with different postures on it, some sticking out their tongues, and some rolling their eyes, which was very funny.

He lit the lamp and placed it next to the black wooden stick above his head.

Miraculously, those corpses seemed to ignore him and Zi Lingxue.

The crowd kept retreating, and those who were fighting for the wooden box and the Nine Heavens Stars also moved away from the altar and retreated towards the edge of the stone platform, ready to escape at any time.

And yet at this very moment

Suddenly, the wooden box released a holy divine glow, wisps of fairy qi came out, and the cracks were gradually healing.

It's just that the speed of healing is obviously much faster now, and it is accompanied by a divine aura.

On the surface of the crack, wisps of immortal qi overflowed, entangled with the black mist, as if to suppress the black mist.

The twenty-seven corpses seemed to be stimulated by the phenomenon of being a wooden box, and their eyes were full of light, glowing with blood, revealing a fierce color, and they seemed to have consciousness and were slowly resurrecting.

Each one had long hair and a terrifying coercion on their bodies, and a wisp could crush a mountain.

Although none of them spoke, the vitality of the body became stronger and stronger, which made some people dare to fight very uneasy.

The most disturbing of them was probably Duan Kongkong, and there were five corpses staring at him.

At this moment, the two Venerables of the Star Flow Sect sneered on the side.

The battle between the Qingpeng Demon King and the old man of the ghost worker also came to an end at this tense moment.

At the last moment, the 108,000 swords of the Qingpeng Demon King formed a sword domain! trapping the ghost worker old man who turned into a puppet in it, and the two sides sharply consumed the source of life.

The strength of the two sides is almost the same, but the Qingpeng Demon King is far younger than the old ghost worker, and his vitality is far stronger than that of the old ghost worker.

In this war of attrition, the old man of the ghost worker was finally defeated, and the Qingpeng Demon King won by a narrow margin.

But at the last moment, a patriarch of the Phantom Mansion rescued the seriously injured and dying ghost worker.

Although several demon kings were not angry, they were weak, so they endured this breath and saved the seriously injured King Qingpeng to the side.

The old man of the ghost worker is getting older and older, his body seems to have no flesh and blood, his shape is like a withered tree, his skin is wrinkled and black, and he is dying and protected by two people in their fifties and sixties from the Ink Puppet Sect.

King Qingpeng regained his human form, his face turned blue, and the situation was very bad, staring at the old ghost worker who was hanging on his breath, with a sneer on his face.

Su Yang fought with the old man in Mai from the Canglan Sword Sect for thousands of rounds.

It's a dumbfounding.

The bigger Su Yang became, the more courageous he became, and the Yan Wang Sword seemed to have recovered on its own, and this battle later escalated into a violent game.

Both of them had injuries on their bodies, but the injuries on the old man in sackcloth were obviously not good-looking.

As the saying goes, you don't hit people in the face, but Su Yang seemed to deliberately humiliate him, and his old face was swollen from being beaten by Su Yang, and he also had a panda eye.

"Junior, you accept your life!" the old man in Mai roared, his eyes bloodshot, his white hair messy and in the air, holding a sword aloft.

That sword is really an imitation of the ancestral weapon of the Canglan Sword Sect, and it was refined by a world-famous sage of the Canglan Sword Sect as a flawless holy soldier.

Compared to the sword of the king of Yan, he did not give in.

The flawless holy soldiers are enough to serve as the magic weapons of some first-class sects, and the Canglan Sword Sect actually has flawless holy soldiers in addition to the divine weapons left by the ancestors.

It can be shown that the foundation of its sect is very strong.

The old man in Mai swung his sword quickly and slowly, and the whole person seemed to be in a different space.

Suddenly, the scene in the void changed dramatically,

The two of them seemed to be in a sea of swords, and in this sea of swords, there were endless towering ancient trees.

In this piece of vision, Su Yang seemed very small.

It was as if the sword light that shook off a leaf could split Su Yang in half, and a huge wave could break his bones.

"Awesome!

On the altar, even if people suffered from this life-and-death crisis from the corpses, they still couldn't help but pay attention to the battlefield.

Anyone who knows the old man in sackcloth knows it. That was one of the few foundations of the Canglan Sword Sect, and it was almost invincible in Nanling two thousand years ago.

But I didn't expect this battle to last so long, and it didn't seem to have taken much advantage.

"Die!"

The old man in Mai shouted, and huge waves rose in the sea of swords, and the branches and leaves of the towering ancient trees swayed with sword light, wanting to tear Su Yang apart.

"Old horseman, you can't!"

Su Yang drank heavily, as if he was immersed in an invincible battle spirit.

I am invincible, and the world is honored.

Su Yang emitted a golden light all over his body, the dragon clan's secret technique was triggered, and the golden divine dragon was buried in his flesh and blood, which made his attack power and speed increase exponentially!

"Dragon Sword !!"

Su Yang's blue eyes were filled with infinite sword intent. Suddenly, a thousand golden rays of light rushed out of his body!

A dragon emperor stood with a sword in his hand, and in that sea of swords was taller than that towering ancient wood! And on his face, a large piece of human skin drooped down, revealing half of his white face.

"It's him!"

A middle-aged man recalled some things, and after connecting them into a string, he couldn't help but lose his color.

"Good!"

In a stone platform, a middle-aged man in purple clothes watched the scene and couldn't help but applaud.

(End of chapter)