"Roar!"

The mountain of corpses, which was shaking a pile of flesh tentacles, also sensed the danger, and suddenly looked at the rushing extremely cold storm, thousands of heads roared in unison, and the ghostly fire emanating from the eyes on the mask swayed violently.

The overwhelming tentacles swept away, forcing back the three besiegers at once, and he didn't care about the spell bombardment of the other two, all the tentacles fell like a flood to wipe out the world, pressing down on the cold light that made him feel extremely threatened.

It's a pity that this violent cold light froze the heavens and the earth all the way, carrying an ice path in the air, and all the tentacles turned into ice blocks at the moment of contact, froze in mid-air, and were finally smashed into ice slag fragments by a bamboo.

The mountain of corpses let out a scream of pain, and the eyes of the ghostly fire dancing under the pitch-black mask faintly glanced at the ice sculpture woman wrapped in the extremely cold storm.

"Luo Xin! It's me, help me, don't kill me!"

The phantom fire swayed frantically, big eyes came out of the flesh, and a familiar voice with a trembling tone sounded, with a tone of crying, sadness, and despair, the ice sculpture in the storm trembled slightly, as if it heard some familiar voice, and raised its head tremblingly.

"Ying!"

The spreading ice path froze violently in midair, the storm froze in front of the corpse mountain, the ghost fire under the black mask and the ice sculpture woman stared at each other, and a white arm stretched out from the corpse mountain with difficulty, as if he wanted someone else to pull him.

"Luo Xin, come to your senses, this is a trap of evil spirits, a conspiracy, Cheng Ying has already sacrificed!"

Seeing this abnormal scene, the other companions didn't know what was happening, their faces were very anxious, and they hurriedly let out an angry roar, and at the same time slashed towards the corpse mountain with a sword.

"No, he's Ying, that's right, Ying... It's a genius, he won't die so easily, he's not dead yet, you... Don't hurt him!"

Looking at the mask with great tenderness, Luo Xin muttered with tears of ice crystals, and the storm suddenly dispersed, turning into an ice crystal barrier to stop everyone's attacks, and stretched out a hand tremblingly.

When it touched the palm of that hand, the evil eye exuded strange mental fluctuations, and a happy smile appeared on her face, and she was gently pulled by that arm, as if returning to the arms of her lover, and dragged into the mountain of corpses.

One arm gently hugged the ice sculpture woman and integrated her into his body, while Luo Xin seemed to be unaware, happily resting her head on the side of the mask, like a couple snuggling together.

"Quack, quack!"

A smug laugh rang out, the pitch-black mask trembled wildly, the ghost fire swayed, as if a hellish demon was sneering, and the ice sculpture head on the right also showed a strange happy smile, and the ice hair fluttered in the wind, with a strange beauty.

Devouring an incomplete Calamity Rank powerhouse, the aura of the corpse mountain began to surge layer by layer, and the evil power surged, as if it was about to break through the solid bottleneck of the low-level evil object and step into the higher level of the medium-level evil object in one fell swoop.

"He must not be allowed to break through!"

The three ghost swordsmen let out a desperate roar, thinking that they were a king, but it turned out to be a bronze, and the extreme instability of their mood and the surge in strength were actually confused by the evil spirits, but they became the help of the other party.

It's really a pig teammate to send it flying!

"Draw your sword!"

"Draw your sword!"

"Draw your sword!"

"Slash!"

The three of them had hideous faces, their yin qi was shocking, they roared in unison, frantically squeezing everything, and three extreme dark sword lights pierced the sky, but it was a pity that they were not ghost sword venerables, neither the ghost sword duel nor the sword cultivation could reach that level.

"Hades!"

The old curse master also took up the carving knife and stabbed it in the heart, then spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to his knees with a puff, roared with relief, and kowtowed to the ground, losing his breath.

"Old friends!"

"I'm here too!"

Finally, the black-robed poison master stretched out his bony one-arm and removed his hood, revealing a muttered face, and finally turned his head to look at the palace, his body disintegrated, turned into countless poisonous insects, hissing and pounced on the evil spirits of the corpse mountain.

Seeing the heads of the three sects, the masters of the Heavenly Prison Pavilion, and the commanders of the battle lines of the Northern Wilderness going to their deaths one by one, the transcendents who stayed in the city all clenched their fists through gritted teeth, eager to rush forward, but they couldn't intervene at all in this level of battle, and could only let out a silent roar on the side.

You must kill this demon!

The pitch-black sword light instantly cut the corpse mountain in half, and the dead corpses on the corpse mountain all seemed to have reached the end of their lifespan, and they dried up in an instant, and finally countless waves of poisonous insects poured up the corpse mountain, frantically burrowing into the flesh and blood, and began to corrode one by one.

The mountain of corpses looked extremely miserable, as if it was about to be killed, and at this moment, the head of the ice sculpture slowly raised its head, revealing a charming ice smile, reaching out and brushing a strand of hair from his ear, making a girlish crisp and shy sound.

"How about we dance together?"

"Let's dance for our great master!"

"This dance, a dance is a city!"

The pitch-black mask next to the ice sculpture's head also laughed evilly, and the two finally spoke in unison.

As a group of corpses danced, they began to sway frantically, and large swaths of rotting flesh were shaken off and discarded, and the huge mountain of corpses suddenly looked very emaciated.

Immediately after that, a difficult body spiraled from the corpse mountain, and the remaining flesh and blood wriggled and gathered together like twisted screws, as if they wanted to be reborn into a new form.

As soon as he danced, the corpse mountain finally turned into a humanoid shape forty or fifty meters tall, the only difference was that he did not have a neck and a head, but his whole body was regrown with arms and a head, which was even more weird than the original.

And on the chest, the core of the pitch-black mask and the ice sculpture head snuggled up to each other, whispering, emitting a strange and unbridled laugh.

The newborn monster was still dancing, and countless heads had different crazy expressions, and then one by one, the flesh-like tentacles tore through the flesh behind it, and danced together, and these tentacles also exuded an extremely cold and cold aura.

As a result, the frost raged and spread between its dance and movement, and the ice crystals were like stars, and in front of the fortress of the Great Chu Imperial Capital, a group of demons were staged.

All the transcendents looked at this strange scene, and their hearts were in despair, they didn't even die like this, what kind of monster is this, is it really going to kill their human race?

"Lord Chu Huang, I beg you to take action!"

"I implore Emperor Chu to make a move!"

Finally, someone knelt down towards the Great Chu Palace, and roared angrily, seeing this, one by one transcendent people knelt down one after another, except for the two ghost spirit level powerhouses who were still on the Northern Wilderness front, only the Chu Emperor who was closed to death could make a move.