"Ghost tomb, everything is not out of order. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info you're out of bounds. Venerable Wind's cold voice resounded on the Spirit Pool Platform. On the palm of the hand that grabbed the ghost tomb of the mysterious old man, the blue vitality churned and crashed into the tiger's mouth of the ghost tomb.

"Poof."

The tiger's mouth cracked open in an instant, and blood burst out, causing the ghost tomb to retreat in shock.

"Say it! Why are you here? Venerable Wind threw a ball of soft light at the injured person, then turned to the ghost tomb and said coldly.

"Boom, Sun Miao. Fill the old man with garlic less. The ghost tomb stopped the bleeding in his hands and said grimly. You have been guarding that thing for many years, and since you still can't understand the mystery of it, why don't you give it to me, so that it won't be buried in your hands. ”

As he spoke, he moved, his legs slashing down with a fierce slash.

"Boom."

Venerable Wind Sun Miao's body was deflected, and that leg only smashed the cracked platform and smashed the gravel into the air.

"You alone don't have the guts and strength to come here. What about Shadow Ink? Call him out! Sun Miao's voice was flat, and his palm fluctuated slightly, and he slapped it on the chest of the ghost tomb.

Pedal Pedal Ped

The ghost tomb clutched his chest, took a few steps back, and almost fell off the platform. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, this old guy is even more arrogant. Come to think of it, I'm afraid I've touched the barrier of the King Realm.

"The Wind Venerable is the Wind Venerable. Moreover, I still look at it like this, and I actually came. ”

His body shook, the black mist disappeared, and three figures appeared, all of them wearing blood-red armor, but the patterns were different. A dwarf old man has a ghost's head carved into his armor; A tall man with an unrecognizable face and a ghost tattoo on his armor; A demonic boy with demon patterns on his armor. Come to think of it, these three people should be the Ghost Tomb, Yingmo, and the Sword Venerable's own nephew, Wang Lun.

"This ...... How is this possible. Everyone on the viewing platform was shocked, surprised because of two reasons, one was the sudden appearance of three people in the black mist, and the other was that the mysterious Wind Venerable actually came.

Yang Yuanhao's eyes were cold, and he was also surprised by this in his heart. He stared at one of the tall figures, his face blank, like a shadow. The black shadow that loomed in the ruins of the Litian King and on the abandoned mountain range that day was him!

"Space stash?" Sun Miao snorted coldly. "Yingmo, I haven't seen you for many years, but your understanding of this spatial method is quite profound, you are really talented!"

There was incomparably mockery in Venerable Wind's tone.

"Hmph, Sun Miao. Less fart there. Shadow Mo was tall, with two red flashes on his face, and his voice was a little angry.

"A hundred years ago, we didn't know who we were. Let's solve it all together today! ”

With that, Shadow Mo kicked under his feet and rushed towards Sun Miao. The wind almost knocked some people over.

Sun Miao's blue clothes moved lightly, and his face was indifferent. When Shadow Ink's fist slammed in, its body was illusory, and its blue body moved behind Shadow Ink with a "whirl".

"Good...... Good speed. ”

"Yes! It is completely impossible to see its whereabouts, and it is worthy of Venerable Feng. ”

"Haha, these two old monsters, they'll have to run away with their tails between them in a while."

“……”

"Noise." The ghost tomb's face was grim, and a roar of training sounded on the viewing platform.

"Poof."

Sun Miao's face was still flat, and the blue Pi Lian threw out to block the attack. However, it was still the weaker people who approached that they really vomited blood.

"Hmph, it's really a good skill, shoot at juniors." Venerable Feng's voice gradually became colder, and his figure shook before disappearing again.

The Ghost Tomb's pupils shrank, and he stretched out his palm, condensing the dark red vitality into a ghost head, and slapped it towards his back.

"Bang."

A blue light suddenly skyrocketed, and in just a moment, the figure of the ghost tomb was shocked back.

"Half-step king?!" The ghost tomb's eyes widened, and his heart was surprised.

"Let's go! With your eight-stage Venerable Body Realm, you are not my opponent. Sun Miao's voice was flat, but he was extremely domineering.

The Venerable Body Realm is divided into one to nine sections, and the strength of each stage is extremely different, and even the challenge of skipping the level is very difficult, but it is not without exceptions.

Ghost Tomb and Shadow Mo glanced at each other and rushed towards Sun Miao together. The corners of Sun Miao's mouth lifted slightly, and with a grip of his palm, the space seemed to have lost a layer of skin, wrapping him and the ghost tomb and disappearing.

As he vanished, a golden blade flew out, severing the Lock Ring that trapped Zangnuo. A voice drifted into Zangno's ears.

"Zangnuo, hurry up and go back to the Wind Venerable Hall and protect that thing." Zang Nuo bowed his head and turned his head to look at the platform.

"Those who stand on the stage, whoever can kill Wang Lun will be the champion of this Lingchi battle." A voice came, and it was Venerable Wind when you listened closely. A shield fell, completely enclosing the platform.

And as soon as these words came out, Wang Lun became the target of everyone.

However, there was no trace of worry on his demonic face. It's just that there is a joke at the corner of his mouth......

Shout!

As soon as Xi Mingzhi's magic knife came out, he carried the Heavenly Demon Shadow and slashed at Wang Lun. Wang Lun suddenly smiled, and Xi Mingzhi felt uneasy.

Airplanes.

The white light shone brightly, directly hitting Xi Mingzhi, and then a white figure suddenly appeared, and a white-clothed person confronted Xi Mingzhi with a magic knife in his hand. Looking at the appearance of that figure, it is the same as Xi Mingzhi.

"Wow!" The audience went completely crazy.

"Heavenly Demon Mirror?!" Xi Mingzhi spoke softly.

"Clever." The white light of Wang Lun's palm flashed, and the figures of Xi Mingzhi and "Xi Mingzhi" disappeared.

Heavenly sunglasses, one of the demon kings under the command of the Ancient War Demon Venerable, are carved by a king-level copying master, and anyone who has been illuminated by this mirror will copy a person who is exactly the same as himself, making the opponent anxious. However, it can also allow the holder to refine his body.

When Sun Yingying was about to move, a white light stretched out from Wang Lun's hand, and Sun Yingying's purple shadow also disappeared.

"Boom, today. My purpose is you. Wang Lun smiled strangely, his arm shook, and a spear appeared in his hand.

On top of the spear was a black dragon, the tip of which flickered and glowed with cold light. There was a bloodthirsty aura emanating from the spear.

Dragon Gun! The famous weapon of the Heavenly Demon King.

Wang Lun shook the body of the gun, and a stream of demonic energy burst out and rushed towards Yang Yuanhao.

When the demonic qi was coming, between Yang Yuanhao's eyebrows, black lines appeared, and his eyes gradually turned red. The aura of that demonic aura instantly became sluggish.

"What the hell is he? Even the demonic energy of the Heavenly Demon Spear was useless. Wang Lun was amazed. Funny, I want to see how you are?"

Wang Lun's heart moved, and his whole body burst out. A force that completely transcended the spiritual realm burst out.

Respect the physical realm! Wang Lun has already competed into the Zun Body Realm, and it is the second stage of the Zun Body Realm.

This, to the surprise of everyone! Even Yang Yuanhao frowned.

"Be surprised! I don't want to tell you. We are here today for two purposes, one is to take away the divine object. Second, it's you ......" Wang Lun's eyes flashed green.

"The Yang clan, the young patriarch, may know something and put it there. Hmph, I didn't say anything about beating Yang Xu half to death at the beginning...... had no choice but to kill him. ”

Wang Lun's words completely hit Yang Yuanhao's heart, his eyes were suddenly blood-red, and the demonic energy in his body was churning.

"Roar."

He let out a loud roar, shaking the shield set up by Venerable Wind. The space around it is also rippling.

"I said a long time ago that you would die." Yang Yuanhao's voice was hoarse, and a demonic spirit that was stronger than the previous battle with Wang Lun rushed into the sky, and the sky darkened instantly.

Wang Lun's eyes were also surprised, and the Heavenly Demon Spear in his hand trembled a little, which made him even more stunned, the Heavenly Demon Spear would only be like this unless he met someone who was stronger than the Heavenly Demon King's demonic nature, that was only the Ancient Demon Venerable, could it ......

Suddenly, Wang Lun stared at Yang Yuanhao, whose eyes were cold and his demonic nature was constantly bursting out, and his heart palpitated inexplicably.

Zhao Wuchang frowned in the audience, oh no, Yuan Hao accepted the power of that thing. On the side, Yin Ming stared at the black figure on the stage, and the flames of war burned in his eyes......

Yang Yuanhao raised his arms, and the dark clouds in the sky quickly condensed, condensing into a huge dagger, and the tip of the dagger pointed directly at Wang Lun.