"Shoot, shoot, they're coming!" Fang Jue looked at the army of ghosts and spirits that were getting closer and closer, even as a fierce general in the army, he couldn't help but change his face, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Comrade Lao Fang, in front of Ma Daoyou, you have to be calm and maintain your image, your current duty is to be the driver of the legal carpet." Zhou Tian said lightly, if Fang Jue could see it, he would definitely find that the battle intent in his eyes was boiling, Nima, what a good test meeting!

"Calm down, calm down your sister!" Fang Jue wanted to go crazy, it was difficult for anyone to calm down in the face of an army of ghosts that could tear them apart in an instant, unless it was suicide......

Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters......

The majestic eerie aura formed a yin wind swept wildly, the black mist rushed, and the screams of the ghost army were like the tip of a needle, and in front of the ghost army, the four people on the magic carpet looked extremely small.

Twenty meters, up!

With the movement of Zhou Tian's mind, the Ding Fu turned into a Fu Ding and rose to the sky, and the five lights on it lit up, and the phantoms of the five ghosts appeared around the Fu Ding, and a majestic vortex gushed out, and then turned into two suction winds that swept towards the ghost army on both sides.

"Ahh

"Whew"

As far as the wind swept away, the spiritual power on the bodies of these ghost soldiers and ghost generals was like encountering a black hole, detached from their bodies and sucked in by the wind, while those ghost soldiers and ghost generals instantly turned into shriveled and fell to the ground and died, and then turned into a little black light and disappeared into heaven and earth.

These ghosts are different from the ghosts of Jiufeng outside, whether they are ghost soldiers or ghost generals, there are no ghosts on their bodies, they are transformed by the power of the underworld, once the power is withdrawn, they will die immediately and disappear between heaven and earth.

"Ancient fist eight hands, one style!" Zhou Tian's Fu Ding was only aimed at the army of ghost spirits on both sides, but he let go of the army of ghost spirits who rushed over head-on, and made a decisive move when he entered the range, which was equivalent to the fist power of the peak Dao cultivator in the early stage of the Condensation Realm.

"Boom"

The majestic fist exploded, and the army of ghosts and spirits within dozens of meters in front of it exploded, and then the spiritual power that exploded was actually sucked into it by the Fu Ding Vortex, making the five ghost objects in the air more clear.

"Brush"

With Zhou Tian's move, Shengsheng opened a huge opening of fifty or sixty meters in the middle of the ghost army in front of him, and the magic carpet rushed over without any hindrance.

"Yes, Brother Tian is so powerful!" Yuan Yu'er waved her small fist and exclaimed excitedly.

"Damn, is this guy human......" Fang Jue's nervousness eased slightly, but he was dumbfounded, a little unbelievable, these ghost soldiers and ghosts were like chickens and dogs in front of Zhou Tian, ah, no, it was like a stinky fart floating over, let him dissipate with a light fan...... Although the metaphor is very indecent, Fang Jue feels that it is really similar......

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

Three punches in a row, the first wave of the ghost spirit army was blasted through a huge hole by Zhou Tian, and the magic carpet brushed through the middle, leaving the first wave of the ghost spirit army behind.

The speed of the ghost spirit army was slower than that of the magic carpet, as long as they were not entangled, Fang Jue's spiritual power was enough to support them, and the ghost spirit army that was thrown away could no longer threaten them.

"Kill!"

The second wave of the ghost army intercepted in front, the same method, the same speed, this time the five punches, once again blasted away a wave of ghost army, the magic carpet passed through again, and a large number of ghost army was thrown behind.

In the face of the siege of countless ghost soldiers and ghost generals, the four of them were like entering a no-man's land, all the way to triumph, no ghost soldiers and ghosts would be able to get close to them within thirty meters, and then thirty-three meters, thirty-eight meters, forty-two meters, forty-nine meters......

When breaking through the interception of the fifth wave of ghost spirit army, the safe area around the magic carpet had expanded to more than sixty meters, and all the ghost soldiers and ghost generals who entered this safe area were annihilated by the increasingly powerful Fu Ding's spiritual power.

As for the five waves of ghost spirit army, they have advanced more than eight miles, less than two miles away from King Wei.

And as Zhou Tian's last punch came out, an indescribable momentum surged out of his body, giving Fang Jue and Yuan Yu'er the feeling that this guy seemed to be going to disappear at any time......

The first style of the eight hands of the ancient boxing, the one style of the intention to move, with the blast of that punch, finally broke through to the realm of Dacheng.

"One in five!"

Feeling the mysterious changes in his body, Zhou Tian finally showed a faint smile on his face, and he broke through to the realm of Dacheng in one way, and the true qi consumed by his ordinary punch was only one-fifth of what Xiaocheng had before the realm, so that is to say, now he, when his true qi is full, can hit fifty punches of ordinary punches, not to mention others, and his combat endurance has increased by forty percent.

And this time, less than ten minutes have passed, as long as they kill the King of Wei, they will have a day to rest.

Although this assessment space is full of ghosts, the aura is extremely strong, and one day is enough for Zhou Tian to recover to the peak without the help of a small number of Guiyuan Pills.

Moreover, Zhou Tian found that if he broke through to Dacheng's intention movement style, the power increased by fifty percent, that is to say, his ordinary intention movement style had already broken through the bottleneck of the peak of the early stage of the Condensation Realm and reached the power of the middle stage.

"The last wave, three punches to solve!" Zhou Tian looked at the last wave of ghost spirit legions that rushed towards him with a shriek, and laughed proudly.

Before the five waves of ghost spirit army, he hit a total of twenty-four punches, even if he didn't break through with one move, his true qi was enough to rush in front of King Wei, according to the ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, the strength of King Wei was just the level of the ghost king who was still unstable at the beginning of the year, Zhou Tian didn't dare to say that one punch would kill it, and three or five punches would solve it, and he felt that it was not a big problem.

"Previously, you had to throw at least four punches, or even six, but this time you had three punches? If you don't blow it, you'll die! Fang Jue sneered without giving face.

I have to say that he was envious and jealous of this guy's strength, although he didn't hate it, but he was extremely unhappy in his heart, and being with this kind of person hurt his self-esteem too much!

Ma Xiyan has long been numb, first sacrificing to the anti-heaven table in front of the ghost gate, then in front of the Enlightenment Monument, and then now leading the three of them in the ghost army into the realm of no one, scene by scene, shocked again and again, how many secrets does this guy have? How strong is he?

"First punch!"

The sixth wave of ghost spirit army rushed in, Zhou Tian roared as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, this time he was no longer standing on the magic carpet, but leaping up, the person was in the air, and a punch had already been blasted out, and the killing machines within nearly 100 meters around him surged, submerged into his fist, with a supreme momentum, and fell into the ghost army.

"Boom"

The ghost soldiers and ghosts within a hundred meters in front of them were torn apart like rags as if they were being swept up by a hurricane, and their spiritual power exploded one after another.