The old ghost who escaped from the ambush let out a startled roar like a frightened crow, and he screamed, "You are the Demon King Maens!"

The sky was dark, and there was an eerie mist in the hillside cemetery where the Ghost Xuanzong was located, and the huge coffins of thirty black pressures were up and down, and the ghosts were hovering and wailing, and this place became a strange area, which made people's hearts hairy.

No one knows what the existence of the demon king is, and most of the people present only know the beast kings and demon kings of different levels. The demon who can be called a king, and the demon who can make the old ghosts who flee and ambush fear, can only be more terrifying than him!

The mutated Night Eleven has changed beyond recognition, and at this time he is the Demon King Maens, and he is no longer Night Eleven.

In the distance, the group of Shuiyue Sect had different complexions, and Qianxue Musu's face was pale and he sat on the ground. Asa Zhengkan's eyes were cold, staring at Ye Eleven, he clenched his fists tightly, no one knew his thoughts.

"Not bad!" Night Eleven said: "I didn't expect anyone to remember this king."

The old ghost seemed to know something about Maens, and he stared at Night Eleven and exclaimed, "You're not dead!"

"The damn One Sword Immortal and the Spirit Clan have joined forces to suppress this king for five hundred years!" Night Eleven laughed and said, "Hahaha, now this king is back again!"

"This skin is too fragile!" Night Eleven muttered to himself as he looked at his bleeding arm.

"Hmph, when I see this sword king, I get angry!" He raised the bronze ancient sword in his hand, held the sword body with his left hand, and with a clang, the ancient sword was easily broken into two by him.

The old ghost who escaped looked at the red light that had disappeared, and his hanging heart also fell. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Ye Eleven's pus-filled hand grabbed it directly!

The old ghost who escaped from the ambush snorted coldly: "Maens, even if you are the demon king, five hundred years of suppression have consumed a lot of your essence!"

Night Eleven said: "Oh? Looks like you know a little bit about demons. ”

The old ghost who escaped from the ambush said: "I don't want you to say that a hundred years ago, I was fortunate to see the Sword Venerable Demon Suppressor."

Night Eleven said emotionally: "Which Sword Venerable?"

The old ghost who escaped from ambush said in a deep voice: "How many sword venerables can there be in the Shushan Sword Gate."

Ye Eleven pondered slightly, and said to himself: "I didn't expect him to be alive, when this king recovers his peak, he will go to Shushan to fight, it would be great if he could overturn the Demon Suppression Tower!"

The old ghost who escaped from the ambush had a solemn face, stared at Ye Shiyi and said, "The demon king really has courage, but this ghost cemetery still asks you to raise your noble hand."

"Are you telling me about the conditions?" Night Eleven raised his eyes to look at the old ghost who had fled and grinned, "Aren't these feasts to celebrate this king?" ”

The old ghost who escaped from the ambush said angrily: "If you were at the peak of your previous state, I would have nothing to say, and now you have just devoured some essence, and you have just recovered a little bit of the primordial spirit, so you are so arrogant, do you really think that this seat is afraid of you?"

"Oh, that's kind of interesting," Night Eleven stood on his armrest, slowly rising into the air, he stared at the old ghost who was fleeing, "This king, but see what you little ghost can do." ”

was said to be a little ghost, but the old ghost who fled from ambush was not annoyed and angry, but snorted coldly: "Maens, don't forget where this is."

Ye Eleven raised his head and smiled: "It's just a ghost cemetery, listening to your tone, this king thought that he had come to such a holy place as Tianshan Zongshu Mountain!"

Night Eleven roared in a low voice, and the demonic aura behind him was monstrous, and even the gloomy ghost aura here retreated.

The old ghost who escaped from ambush snorted coldly, and the ghost painting behind him shook violently, rushing out with an endless gloomy aura, and he said: "The holy land is not daring, but this place is not a place where you can be presumptuous!"

"Then the king will teach the so-called ghost way!" Night Eleven's ugly hand pushed in front of him, and a stream of demonic qi drilled out from the palm of his finger, and the demonic qi turned into a pitch-black fang, stabbing towards the abdomen of the fleeing old ghost.

"Carving insect skills!" The withered hand that escaped from the old ghost pressed in the air, and a ghost hand slapped down from the void.

Bang!

The black fangs were slapped into powder!

Being beaten passively is not the character of the old ghost who escapes, he immediately used his means to fight back, and shouted in his mouth: "Let you see the great magic of the ghost path!"

"Soul Burial!"

Linglong said: "Now it's all scolding when you talk nonsense."

However, Yuan Eleven couldn't listen to it, and his brain and spirit seemed to be disconnected from the world.

The old ghost who escaped and performed the ghost road technique, the gloomy mist covered the sky and covered the sun, and the thirty-four black coffins in the air whined, and suddenly rose into the sky, scattered and connected into three rings, the center was a coffin, then the periphery was three coffins, and then the periphery was six, and the last circle of twenty-four coffins, at the same time, thirty-six ghosts flew down to each black coffin, and the whole black coffin was like a hundred-pound boulder, exuding a sense of heaviness.

The black coffin is like a black stone pile erected in the air, circle after circle, enclosing a three-ring magic circle, plus the blessing of thirty-six ghosts, each black coffin is like a sharp cone, like an iron nail smashing towards Night Eleven, and at the same time, an invisible law locks Night Eleven in place!

Night Eleven looked at the black coffins that fell down densely, and his heart trembled, these black coffins were murderous weapons at this time!

In the distance, Qianzhengkan could feel the horror of those black coffins, if he was hit by any coffin, let alone him, even the peak cultivators of the Jindan stage would be scattered and die.

Qianxue Musu wanted to go to the rescue, but she thought that Ye Eleven had been taken away by the demon king at this time, and her face became more and more pale, but there was an indescribable feeling in her heart, which supported her, and she had to wait for a turnaround.

Looking at the black coffin like a monument like rain, Ye Eleven felt the invisible power, and couldn't help sighing: "It's a little interesting, it is worthy of the ghost path technique, you can also try this king's magic path technique!"

Night Eleven's body was full of demonic energy, and there was a crackling sound on his body, like iron chains were constantly breaking. He stood tall and stood in the air, and let out a low and deep roar from his mouth: "Demon Sea Tengri!"

In the space beneath his feet, there was a hula and a churning water gushed out like a fountain. In an instant, the water surface was rolling, the waves were like iron, and the cold light was shining; The waves are like knives, and they are extremely sharp.

In the tumbling surface of this black water, suddenly a round of orbs emitting red light broke through the waves and drilled out, only to see that it resembled the sun, dazzling, rising, this heaven and earth were dyed with a layer of light red.

The red sun, a little bigger than a buffalo, hung above Night's eleven, and a faint barrier condensed above it.

All this was done in a few breaths, and the black coffin also arrived as scheduled. The sound was like a boxing bucket, like a boulder roller, and there was a muffled thunder of varying sounds.

Knock knock! The black coffins that kept smashing down were blocked in the air by that barrier. Directly above the entire red sun is the black coffin in the center of the formation, and there are constantly waves of energy between the two, and the lonely red sun is carrying the center of the "grinding plate" that weighs as much as 10,000 catties, and there is no phenomenon that cannot be supported at all.

Night Eleven said lightly: "But that's it!"

The old ghost sneered, "Yes."

With a sudden grip of his palm, the thirty-four black coffins all exploded, and thirty-four black bones of different sizes were suspended in the black mist, and the dense bones were of different shapes, such as flying knives and sword needles, like eighteen weapons, all of them were extremely sharp.

Night Eleven was shocked: "I didn't expect you to keep a hand!"

The old ghost smiled faintly, and his thin face was three points more terrifying than that of a ghost. The bones were all in unison, stabbing towards Night Eleven again.

There are spears and bones that have been smoothed by the barrier, there are long swords and thin bones pierced into the barrier for a small section, and there are flying knives and small bones that have been directly ground into nothingness by the barrier.

As the number of black bones piercing the barrier increased, the barrier became weaker and weaker, and Ye Eleven felt that a lot of power was inexplicably absorbed by the black bones!

Night Eleven stared at those bones and said, "What kind of bones is this!"