You can die in peace, I promise I won't bury this powerful body! ”

The black shadow shouted, turning into a dazzling divine light, about to penetrate Gu Xiaofan's Sendai.

But less than a foot away from Gu Xiaofan's forehead, he couldn't move forward a bit.

A big purple hand grabbed it, and Gu Xiaofan sneered: "I have seen the so-called Divine Spirit Technique, not to mention that you can't get on the stage." ”

"Ah......h

The black shadow let out a miserable scream, struggling violently, but it was useless, and the thunder and lightning in Gu Xiaofan's hand condensed, slowly refining it.

"Ah...... No, boy, I remember, the day you break the seal is the time you die! ”

The black shadow shouted unwillingly, but finally turned into nothingness, leaving nothing behind.

The puppet undertaker died in battle, and there was a great chaos in this area, and the projection of a big man fell like this, which was really unexpected and caused an uproar.

"Roar......

A group of burial beasts roared angrily, killing in this direction, there were many powerful guys, and there were even fifth- and sixth-order existences in the Saint King Realm, and they were killed here for the first time.

Like stabbing a hornet's nest, a horde of burial beasts roared.

Not only that, but many of the puppet mourners let out angry roars and rushed towards this place.

However, under the command of the Grand Commander, a large number of soldiers and trialists also killed here, fighting with the pseudo-undertakers and burial beasts.

"Find that damn bastard, I'm going to kill him with my own hands!" There was a false undertaker who roared loudly.

Because of the seal, they can only project once in 10,000 years.

And the one who was killed by Gu Xiaofan was an extremely important existence in their plan to break the seal.

He is dead, and the whole plan may have to be postponed for another 10,000 years, which makes those puppet undertakers not angry!

Thousands of troops and horses are rushing to kill, all kinds of creatures are densely packed, looking from a distance, like waves colliding together, splashing not waves, but blood!

At this moment, the soldiers and trialists showed an unusually iron blood, stopping most of the burial beasts.

And Gu Xiaofan immediately operated the Dafa of changing the world, changed several appearances one after another, and became another person.

Although he is now extremely powerful and can fight against the masters of the Saint King Realm, in this battlefield, the saint is a soldier.

Once you become the target of public criticism, you will be besieged by the pseudo-burial priests and burial beasts who are not afraid of death, even if you have a hundred lives, it is not enough to lose.

Gu Xiaofan had fought in the bloody battle of Beidou and also participated in the battle with the Holy Spirit, but in terms of blood and fierceness, it was far inferior to here.

Both sides are mortal enemies, and both want to destroy each other completely.

In just half a day, countless creatures fell, with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

Here, almost everyone is red-eyed, and when a comrade-in-arms falls, someone immediately makes up for it.

Here, the strong, like wheat in a field, will fall under the sickle.

Only by experiencing this brutal bloody battle can one be qualified to become a real powerhouse.

Gu Xiaofan once thought that his heart was like a rock for a long time, and he would not tremble because of the bloody battle.

But when he came here, he realized that the previous battle was like a family, too peaceful.

On this battlefield, there are burial beasts that lose their heads, and they can also bite a demon saint to death.

There is a demon saint with weapons stuck in his body, and he was blasted through Sendai, and only half of the original god was left, laughing while killing the enemy!

"I was a monk, how can I not regret a battle, my generation of monks, it should be so!"

The demon saint laughed, he killed a lot of burial beasts, he was exhausted by his divine power, and he was watered by the blood of the burial beasts, and he was about to die!

"Lowly brute, you actually killed so many of our war beasts, go die!"

A puppet undertaker killed him and slapped it downward, with amazing palm power.

"You're a fucking lowly brute, and I hate that I don't practice hard on weekdays, and I can't kill a few more bastards raised by bitchs," the demon saint yelled!

"You brute really has a bad mouth, go to Huangquan Hell and go to the oil pot!" The puppet undertaker who pounced also shouted loudly.

His palm power was like a stormy wave, far away, and he had already pressed the demon saint to spurt blood.

At this time, Gu Xiaofan arrived, and he had thousands of doubts in his heart.

Not only did this group of so-called puppeteers speak his dialect, but the Yellow Springs Hell was also the word of his hometown.

It is highly likely that these so-called undertakers are from the same civilization as him.

But that civilization is a scientific and technological civilization, not a civilization of cultivating immortals, and it is impossible for such a strange species as a funeral to appear.

Gu Xiaofan plans to capture a pseudo-undertaker alive to find out what the inside story is.

He appeared in front of the demon saint, and without saying a word, he blasted upwards with a punch.

"Bang!"

At this moment, there was a muffled sound in the sky, and the puppet undertaker staggered backwards.

His mouth was full of blood, as if he had seen a ghost, his face was terrified, and at the same time, his face was blue and his forehead was covered with sweat.

The hand he slapped towards the Demon Saint cracked, and then exploded with a "poof" and turned into a blood mist.

Then, in his incredulous gaze, a large hand reached out from the ground, covering the place, sealing him and grabbing him.

"How is this possible? You are ......"

The pseudo-undertaker trembled, he was at the ninth order of the Holy Realm, and his strength was strong, but at this time, he was imprisoned by others, and his divine power dissipated.

Gu Xiaofan restrained the puppet undertaker with thunder and suppressed it in the robbed divine furnace.

The demon saint looked at all this dumbfounded, capturing the pseudo-undertaker alive, he hadn't seen it before, but it was the first time he had seen it as neatly as Gu Xiaofan.

Seeing the expression of the demon saint, Gu Xiaofan smiled, revealing snow-white teeth: "Take it back and interrogate it well, know yourself and your opponent, and win all battles!" ”

"Ahem, cough, ahem......" The demon saint coughed violently, and after spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, he shook his head and said, "I'm afraid you're going to have an empty bamboo basket to draw water." ”

"What do you mean?" Gu Xiaofan opened the divine furnace and saw that there was only a pool of black blood in it.

The blood water was extremely corrosive, polluting the Divine Furnace and making it no longer divine.

"These beasts are very angry, there is no precedent for bringing them back alive for so many years, that is, the great commanders of all generations have not been able to do it......"

The demon saint solved Gu Xiaofan's doubts, but he still praised Gu Xiaofan.

"Senior, what the hell is going on with these pseudo-burials? Why do they say ......"

"Why do they speak the same language as your native dialect, right?"

Before Gu Xiaofan could finish speaking, the demon saint interrupted and said what he didn't say later.

"How did the seniors know about this?" Gu Xiaofan felt even more strange.

"It's not a secret, those pseudo-undertakers have a secret technique......" The Demon Saint explained a few words briefly.

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