Fang Ling instantly understood that this must be the remnant of the soul of Tuji Khan.

The remnant consciousness appeared majestically, stared at him, and shouted angrily at the shaman witch king: "Who is the rat generation, the heart is evil and vicious, and he dares to touch the golden sword, and he will not give this Khan a retreat!"

The Shaman Witch King couldn't help but be stunned, and then suddenly realized: "It turned out to be the remnant of the Khan, Lord Khan, the world's great and powerful people hold it, if there is a golden knife to assist, with the strength of this king, it is enough to create another grassland prosperity, the golden knife falls into my hands, and you are already under the nine springs." ”

However, the remnant snorted coldly: "How can an evil person deserve to have an invincible golden sword? If you rule the grassland, wouldn't it be a disaster for the people?"

The shaman witch king's face sank, and he said with great displeasure: "Even a remnant of knowledge dares to resist this king, it really gives you a shameless face, see how this king subdues you!"

He raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, his cultivation was suddenly raised to the limit, and the boiling energy sprayed out from his body, and everyone only felt a gust of wind blowing, and there was a feeling of being unstable, and even the golden centaur sculpture that was close was blown and shaken, and there was a loud bang.

Several patriarchs glanced at each other, and there was a bit of disbelief in their eyes, just the emanation of qi could reach such strength, if he was forced to take a move, wouldn't it kill people?

The breath of heaven and earth is formless and colorless, it is the breath of the wind, the breath of the wind covers the rest of the shaman witch king's place, like a gust of wind blowing, Tuji Khan's remnants seem to sense the shaman's confrontation, and said in a deep voice: "The ignorant rat generation also dares to be the enemy of this Khan, let you see the power of this Khan!"

The golden light turned into a sudden sheng, and collided with the strength of the shaman witch king, and there was suddenly a majestic and dull aura in the underground palace, which made people feel suffocated.

"The Great Khan has appeared, we have been saved!" Chahan Helei and the others burst out with joy.

The shaman red witch Tu Rigen said coldly: "I think you should ask for more blessings, the witch king will definitely be able to surrender the golden sword and become the master of the golden sword, as for you, I am afraid that you will die under the whip of this witch!"

Zabu shook his wrist, his fat face was full of murderous intent, the two back-toothed scimitars in his hands were already stained with witch blood, and Urita, who was not assisted by the witch corpse, also had a cold face, ready to shoot at any time.

This time suddenly made Chahan Helei and others fall into the bottom again. In fact, although the remnant of the Tuji Khan is very angry, it did not suppress the shaman witch king at once, and the confrontation between the two is still at the point of equality, even if the remnant consciousness is really victorious in the end, then his own side is afraid that he will die under the knife of the red witch.

Seeing that the remnant consciousness was not only able to speak, but also able to discern the evil intentions of the shaman witch king, Fang Ling was also secretly surprised, the remnant consciousness was worthy of being split from the soul, and his every move was like a real person.

It's just that he thinks more deeply than everyone else.

Huo Junyuan fought with the four-winged poisonous dragon back then, his body was destroyed, and the wounded soul remained, after three hundred years, the soul was like a candle in the wind, although it retained complete consciousness, but the power contained in it was reduced by more than half.

Afterwards, in the casual conversation with Huo Junyuan, Fang Ling knew that the soul that is out of the body is actually the ghost that people usually talk about, and the underworld has the power to collect any ghost on the mortal earth, and the reason is very simple, the ghost belongs to the yin, and it is born to absorb the qi of the earth's yin to grow, and if it stays in the world for a few days, it will become a ghost and a ghost, and it will be a disaster for mortals.

However, for the souls that are parasitic on the magic vessels or objects, the underworld loses the ability to collect, but at the same time, the parasitic souls also lose the opportunity to absorb the qi of heaven and earth, and they are weakening day by day.

Therefore, like Huo Junyuan, the remnant of Tuji Khan, parasitic on the invincible golden sword, must have been very strong thousands of years ago, and it might even have the power of a blow from a master of the Heavenly Fusion Realm. However, after a thousand years, as his power weakened, it is difficult to determine which of them is stronger or weaker than the shaman.

However, if he waited like this, things would become more dangerous, and Fang Ling's eyes fell on the shaman's corpse, and he immediately made up his mind that as long as he killed the witch corpse before the shaman king conquered the remnants of Tuji Khan, the shamans would be severely damaged, and then he would be attacked by the remnants, which might work wonders.

At this time, in order to deal with the enemy's attack, the two sides of Turanmoto have formed a formation, with two patriarchs in the front and two heirs waiting for an opportunity to attack in the rear.

Turanmoto even raised his voice and said: "Your Highness, let's all join forces to meet the enemy!"

Fang Ling had made up his mind, so he already had a countermeasure, and said with a faint smile: "The witch corpse of the Witch King will be handed over to us to solve, Brother Mo Tuo, you can deal with Turigen and them." ”

"What, Your Highness, this is absolutely not going to work!" Tulan Motuo was taken aback, and the faces of Chahan Helei and the others also changed, even Tiemuqi and Turansai Khan didn't expect Fang Ling to take the initiative to pick the hardest thorn, they only felt that this guy was either crazy or had a sick head.

Even if it was three shaman red witches at the peak of the Qi Melting Realm plus two witch corpses, none of the Qi Realm witch corpses were terrifying, and there was even a world of difference between the two, which was a gap in strength.

However, Fang Ling actually wanted to use the strength of three people to deal with the witch corpse of the Witch King, which was simply running to death!

Tie Muqi gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness, please be sober, if you don't fight with us, you will only be able to escape death!"

Of course, Tie Muqi was not worried about Fang Ling's safety, in fact, whether Fang Ling died or not had nothing to do with him, but in the current situation, if he wanted to leave alive, he had to have the assistance of Fang Ling and the three of them.

Turanmoto also said loudly: "Yes, Your Highness, you must not act recklessly!"

Fang Ling looked at a few people calmly, and said to Tulan Motuo: "Brother Motuo, is this king a reckless person in your eyes?"

"This ...... Not really. Tulan Motuo also blurted out in a hurry just now, and at this time, he felt a little embarrassed to be asked such a rhetorical question, if it wasn't for Fang Ling's help along the way, he wouldn't have been able to get here so smoothly. What's more, he even used a trick to get the shaman witch king to admit that he had poisoned his father, how could such a person be reckless?

Fang Ling said in a deep voice: "If we fight collectively, we will be defeated by them one by one, and in the end we will not be able to leave alive. However, I am sure of victory against this witch corpse, and all you have to do is to save your life before I kill him!"

Tulan Motuo and the others couldn't help but look at each other, they couldn't believe what they heard in their ears, they didn't know why Fang Ling had such strong confidence, they only felt that this person was really crazy, and he was joking with his life.

The three shamans laughed in unison as if they had heard a big joke, and Turigan let out a low laugh like a crow: "It is said that the people of the southern country are shrewd, but Your Highness, you are really stupid, the witch corpse of the Witch King is the number one master of the Turan clan ten years ago-Ao Deng, if you are not afraid of death, just try it!"

Fang Ling smiled slightly, gestured to Song Ying'er and Lu Bei's chin, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Lu and I are in front, Ying'er, you are in the back." ”

Song Ying'er nodded heavily, and secretly sighed, she and Lu Bei had both seen the fact that Fang Ling killed the witch corpse with one palm, and knew what he needed, but a witch corpse of the Qi Realm was more powerful than an ordinary Qi Realm master, and it was not easy to create a suitable time, and in this battle, it would not be possible to spare his life.

"Tiger's mouth!"

Lu Bei roared, like a fierce tiger out of the gate, jumping towards Ao Deng, people in the air, the power carried by the knife suddenly increased greatly, like a tiger opened its mouth, to swallow the enemy into its stomach.

Entering the city this way, although he had experienced many battles, but because all the patriarchs were busy dealing with the organs and witch corpses, few people noticed the battle of Fang Ling's three people, and now they couldn't help but be secretly surprised when they saw that the guards around Fang Ling had such strength.

Just when the patriarchs were surprised, Ao Deng also moved, he flicked his hand, and the war knife seemed to hit the attacking knife edge without any strength, and Lu Bei immediately felt a strong force, which shocked the whole person involuntarily flew backwards, and when he landed, it was already three zhang away.

The patriarchs suddenly stared at each other, only to feel that their mouths were dry, and they couldn't say a word, even if they were on this move, they had to use six or seven percent of their strength to completely resist it, but Ao Deng just waved his hand and dissolved it, although everyone had speculated about the strength of this guy, but at this time, seeing it with their own eyes, their hearts suddenly cooled half.

Everyone was stunned, but Fang Ling had already forced over like a ghost, and the fine iron knife turned into a lot of phantoms, uncertain and uncertain, difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and it was already in front of Ao Deng in an instant.

Although Ao Deng's face was like a zombie, only a layer of skin was left on his face, but he still had the bearing of being a supreme master, and with a wave of his hand, the war knife seemed to have eyes, and it was accurately blocked towards the fine iron knife.

It's just that Fang Ling's move is a false move, the knife is sharply retracted, and a palm is slapped towards Ao Deng's abdomen.

At the same time, Lu Bei came up from the side and attacked his back, and Song Ying'er shot silver needles in unison, attacking Ao Deng's face.

The three-way attack was perfectly coordinated, and the faces of Tulan Moto and the others suddenly showed a bit of joy, however, as soon as this joy was revealed, it immediately became ossified.

With a flick of Ao Deng's wrist, the bright sword turned into a lot of light and shadow around his body, and he couldn't see the human form in an instant, only thousands of blades rotated, and the blade reflected the light of the jewels, which confused the human eye in an instant.

"What a fast knife speed!"

Fang Ling was taken aback, and hurriedly took his hand back, if he hesitated for a moment, this palm was no longer his own, almost at the same time, there was a strange sound in his ears, Fang Ling shouted: "Retreat!"

Lu Bei hurriedly retracted his knife momentum and quickly retreated.