"Taibai Sword Immortal!"

A ghost god with a toad's head and a wrinkled face looked at the resolute Yan maniac in the air, his face couldn't help but change greatly, and he said loudly with some surprise.

"Taibai Sword Immortal!"

The others were also shocked, looking at the air with fearful expressions.

"Taibai Sword Immortal!"

Looking at the dazzling sword light in the air and the extremely embarrassed Dryad Grandma, the eyes of the Black Mountain Ghost King couldn't help shrinking, and his face showed a look of surprise.

"It turned out to be a really white sword immortal!"

"Didn't they close the mountain?"

"Why are there disciples of the Taibai Sword Sect here?"

Yan Fanatic looked at the embarrassed Dryad Grandma who kept fleeing, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise an arc, and his eyes were full of confident smiles.

The Qingcheng Sword in his hand kept buzzing, as if urging him to speed up.

"Don't worry!"

"Don't worry!"

"When he takes us to the ghost king's lair, when the time comes, we can drink the demon blood!"

Qingcheng Jian seemed to understand Yan Maniac's words, and he really wasn't buzzing.

"Kill!"

Yan Maniac stabbed out his sword fingers, and saw a flash of blue light.

The Dryad's arm was suddenly cut off, but before he could hit the ground, it turned into a dry branch at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And his severed arm grew back at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Humph!"

The Yan madman was not discouraged, but snorted coldly, and said as if angry:

"A certain family wants to see ... ”

"You old witch, how many arms can you grow!"

Chirp!

With the sound of the air breaking.

The sword light suddenly turned, and the newly grown arm of the dryad grandmother was cut off again.

However, this time, the sword light did not return directly as he did just now, but circled around his legs.

Boom!

The dryad grandmother hid under her skirt, and her thick thighs were cut off.

Fall to the ground and turn into a swarthy and thick root!

It turned out that the thighs of the dryad were turned out to be turned into tree roots, as the saying goes, the tree is afraid of hurting the roots, and the roots are cut off, although it is also recovered at a speed that is visible to the flesh, but the dryad's grandmother seems to have consumed a lot of energy, and her face suddenly became pale, and she did not have the self-satisfaction just now.

"It turns out that your life is above your thigh!"

Looking at the Dryad Grandma with a frightened look on her face, Yan Maniac's eyes couldn't help but flash a hint of understanding.

The Qingcheng Sword in his hand was even more flickering, buzzing constantly, as if he was overjoyed!

"Black Mountain Ghost King!"

"Hurry up and save the old man!"

The tree demon grandma looked at the familiar black mountain ghost in front of her, and couldn't help but shout out loudly.

The ghost king of Montenegro, who was originally sitting on the throne with a little hesitation flashing in his eyes, heard the cry of the tree demon grandmother for help, his body could no longer sit still, and hurriedly stood up, swaying his own criticism, and instantly turned into a cloud of black gas and spread.

In the black air, there were dry and white skeletons, gathered together, forming a huge skull of strange size.

In the opening and closing of the huge mouth, countless petite skulls flew out like flies, covering the sky and the sun, making people suddenly have a chilling feeling.

"It's the place!"

"Black Mountain Ghost King!"

"I've been looking for you for a long time!"

Looking at the giant skeleton hidden in the black clouds, Yan Maniac's eyes couldn't help but reveal a glimmer of essence, as if he was happy.

"Now that you've found your master!"

"Then it's useless to keep you, go die!"

Immediately, he looked at the dryad's grandmother, and his eyes were full of coldness.

"Don't!"

"Black Mountain Ghost King, save me!"

As if he felt the killing intent in the heart of the Yan madman, the face of the tree demon grandmother couldn't help but change greatly, looking at the thunderous sword light behind her, her eyes couldn't help but show despair.

The huge, mountain-like skull didn't expect that Yan Maniac would dare to kill his subordinates in front of him, and the red light in his eyes couldn't help but light up.

Small skulls shot out like a barbarian.

But his movements, after all, were a little slower.

I saw that the cyan sword of the Yan madman, as soft and gentle as silk, rotated around the huge neck of the tree demon grandmother.

His ugly head, which looked a little unyin and yang, fell like a ball.

The eyes of the tree demon grandmother were full of unwillingness, and he also wanted to stimulate the vitality in his body, so as to achieve the rebirth of the severed limbs.

However, he obviously underestimated the power of the Qingcheng Sword.

I saw that some cyan suddenly appeared from his wound, like a thunderous flame.

It is also the existence of these flames.

The wound on the head of the dryad grandmother can't heal.

"Unwilling!"

"I'm not reconciled!"

Looking at the shrinking wounds and the scattered demonic energy, the eyes of the tree demon grandmother showed an unwilling look, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't avoid the end of his death.

"Are you unwilling?"

"Are those whom you have killed willingly?"

Yan Fanatic looked at the tree demon grandma with an unwilling face and round eyes, and his face couldn't help showing a mocking look, and he said with some disdain.

"This... ”

The dryad's eyes couldn't help but froze, he seemed to think of those, because the golden altar was buried under the roots of the tree, so he was controlled by himself, and he had to be an evil ghost girl.

He thought of the travelers and villagers who got lost in the mountains and ended up being killed by themselves and turned into fertilizer.

He thought of the life he had been assassinated with the ghost king of Montenegro all these years.

It's a lot of bones.

"Die!"

"Since you know your sins, go and die!"

The sword of the Yan madman fell again, and the head of the rampant dryad grandmother was completely smashed, and his body suddenly became shriveled, and finally turned into a large piece of dead wood and fell.

And hundreds of miles away, standing for thousands of years, the crown of the tree is like a giant umbrella, but for some reason, the leaves suddenly turned yellow.

It slowly lost its traces of life, and finally turned into a dark dead log, as if it had just been struck by lightning.

"This... ”

"This... ”

"The dryad grandmother has also fallen!"

"It's horrible!"

The fox demon wearing green clothes and white hair on his face couldn't help but show horror on his face when he looked at the big banyan tree that had withered and had no trace of life.

Without hesitation, he got up and fled in the direction of the Outlands.

There are no longer a few monsters with such thoughts, and there are no longer a few ghosts and gods, and they fled with their families and fled to the desert between the outer regions and Daqian.

Although it was hard there, there was no army of the imperial court. There are no swordsmen who are too white, and their lives are stable.

。。。。

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

"How dare you kill the dryad in front of this king!"

"This king will not let you go!"

The Black Mountain Ghost King, who had a huge skull like a mountain, kept opening and closing his mouth, and a black qi as black as ink gushed out, making the yin qi around him even thicker.

Skulls the size of fists flew out of his mouth, shooting like bullets.

"What a wicked!"

"How many lives have been harmed to have today's power!"

"You can't be left behind!"

Yan Maniac looked at the skull that covered the sky in the air, his eyes couldn't help shrinking, and then a trace of anger suddenly appeared on his face. The voice roared like thunder.

"Qingcheng Sword!"

"Unsheathed!"

As if feeling the anger in the heart of the Yan madman, the Qingcheng sword trembled suddenly, and fell with the fall of the Yan madman's sword finger.

A column-like sword aura suddenly pierced through the heavens and the earth.

The skulls in front of the sword qi suddenly seemed to be squeezed by some unbearable force, and one by one they exploded like fireworks.

"Humph!"

The ghost king of Black Mountain, who was like a small mountain, kept flashing with red light in his eyes.

With a flicker of red light, skulls detached from his body and converged into a river-like form.

"Slash!"

"Slash!"

"Slash!"

The Qingcheng Sword, which was like a cyan pillar of light, kept slashing down, and countless skulls completely turned into ashes.

However, the skull turned out to be like flowing water, and it was really endless.

"It's useless... ”

"This is my ghost!"

"I have infinite yin energy as a backing!"

"No matter how domineering your Qingcheng Sword is, there is no way to turn a ghost into nothingness!"

The Black Mountain Ghost King looked at the Qingcheng Sword full of thunder power in the air, and a trace of indescribable jealousy rose in his eyes.

However, when he thought of the power of his yin earth, this trace of jealousy suddenly disappeared into invisibility, and he laughed proudly.

"Damn it!"

Yan Maniac's body reversed, avoiding a few skulls who wanted to sneak attack, and his eyes couldn't help but show a look of anxiety.

Because he knows.

What the Black Mountain Ghost King said is not wrong!

It is precisely because of the existence of Yin Qi that his strength can be said to be endless, even if he is killed and has more clones, as long as he is given enough time, he will be able to recover as before.

And he can't!

Although the Qingcheng Sword is a famous sword in the Taibai Sword Sect!

And it also contains the power of thunder, which is the nemesis of demons. But his strength is limited after all, and there is no way to compete with this kind of Yin Land that is connected to the leylines!

What to do?

Do you just give up?

Yan Maniac's eyes kept flickering, and he wanted to give up in his heart, but there was inevitably an unwilling look in his eyes.

Unwilling!

Really unwilling!

But what about being unwilling?

Just as the Yan Maniac was about to withdraw from his back, the sound of bronze war drums suddenly came from behind him.

I don't know when!

The 5,000 soldiers led by Situ Torture had already come behind him.

The ghost king of Montenegro, who was still proud, couldn't help but change his face.

Because, the arrival of Situ Xing and the government soldiers means that the ghosts and gods he sent have been wiped out.

How is this possible?

That's thousands of ghosts, cooperating with the power of the Yang World Sect, how could they fail?

The eyes of the Black Mountain Ghost King kept shrinking, and looking at the soldiers who were waving the flags, a trace of shock and disbelief suddenly rose on his face.

Suddenly!

He seemed to see something, and his face became more and more difficult to look at.

"So it's all you guys. ”

"City God Ghost Soldiers。。。。。。。 ”