"Roar!"

The Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon roared at the sky, and then the dragon's tail flicked violently, smashing towards Qiu Wusheng.

Seeing this, Qiu Wusheng's eyes suddenly froze, and a rich black aura suddenly emerged in his palms, and he slapped towards the dragon's tail.

Bang!

However, the moment the two collided, Qiu Wusheng suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a rapidly flying mountain, the qi and blood in his body were tumbling, and he didn't know how many bones had been shattered!

"Damn, there is a real dragon hidden in this small sect!"

"The strength of this true dragon is probably no less than that of a powerhouse in the Five-Turn Pseudo-Emperor Realm!"

Qiu Wusheng was terrified in his heart.

If he had known that this was the case, he would not have come here to trouble Jiang Mo if he was killed.

Even if you want to trouble him, you have to bring the top former of the underground palace over.

However, there was not much time left for Qiu Wusheng.

Because, after the primeval blood spirit dragon threw out a tail, then the huge dragon body broke through the air again, and the pair of golden dragon claws tore through the void and grabbed Qiu Wusheng fiercely.

At this moment, Qiu Wusheng felt that his entire body seemed to be imprisoned, and he couldn't move at all!

"Damn, is the old man going to die here?!"

The majestic dragon power is incomparably vast, and it is not Qiu Wusheng who can resist it at all.

"Jiang Mo, I am the elder of the underground palace pavilion, if you dare to order this true dragon to kill me, there will be no place for you in this heaven and earth!"

In a hurry, Qiu Wusheng roared frantically.

He thought that with his noble status, he could avoid death.

Perhaps, in the eyes of others, Qiu Wusheng's identity can indeed become his gold medal for avoiding death.

However, here in Jiang Mo, it will only be his talisman!

"Old horseman, it's all now, aren't you sober yet?"

Jiang Mo sneered, and the golden giant claws of the Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon slammed down.

Bang!

Poof!

Qiu Wusheng's body was smashed into the ground below.

The claw of the Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon directly shattered the meridian bones in his body.

At this time, Qiu Wusheng was no different from a wasted person.

Sou!

Jiang Mo's body moved, and he swept towards the place where Qiu Wusheng fell, he was holding the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword with an indifferent expression.

At this time, Qiu Wusheng was not dead, he kept spurting blood foam from his mouth, and said with difficulty: "Save me...... I'm the old ...... of the Underground Palace."

"If I Die......"

However, before he could finish his words, the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword pierced through him in an instant with lightning speed.

"Then you'd better die. ”

After killing this person, Jiang Mo put away the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword, and on the sword body, rain and dew automatically appeared, and the blood stains on it were all cleaned.

At the moment when Qiu's lifeless machine was cut off, the old hall of the underground palace pavilion was thousands of miles away.

One of the disciples who was guarding the hall was taking a nap, when suddenly he heard a muffled click.

The muffled sound woke him up, and he rubbed his eyes and said to himself, "I just heard something." ”

"Could it be that this old hall has entered the rat?"

This hall guard disciple swept his eyes around the pavilion elder hall, and all the soul cards placed here were all pavilion elders.

However, he didn't think in the direction of the soul card splitting.

Because, for hundreds of years, the soul card here has not been cracked.

In other words, in the past few hundred years, the underground palace pavilion has always been standing.

Just as he was muttering to himself, suddenly, there was a muffled thud.

The wave of qi generated this time shook a lot of soul cards out.

"This ...... How is that possible?!"

At this moment, the disciple who guarded the hall was completely sleepy, and he had a ghostly look on his face.

He looked in the direction where the muffled sound had just come from, and found that the soul card at the end of the queue had already shattered into a cloud of annihilation!

"Could it be that the elder has fallen?"

In the heart of this hall guard, there was a sudden turbulent waves, and he knew in his heart that the broken soul card represented the fall of an old figure in the pavilion.

Although the soul card of that old pavilion is the last existence here, it is also the existence of the pseudo-emperor realm!

Could it be that there is a gold-level force that does not open its eyes and has made a move against the elder of the pavilion?

"No, I have to report this matter quickly!"

......

After killing the four Pseudo-Emperor Realm powerhouses, the monks of Zhentian Pavilion were all in a state of jubilation.

Everyone is proud and proud that they are a member of the Zhentian Pavilion.

They have a good lord who does not grovel in the face of the obscenity of powerful forces!

"Where is Yanchen?"

Jiang Mo asked.

"Pavilion Master, I'm here. ”

As soon as Yanchen's body moved, he appeared in front of Jiang Mo.

"Try it, can you manipulate the corpses of these four pseudo-emperor realm powerhouses?"

Jiang Mo pointed to the corpses of Qiu Wusheng and said.

If Yan Chen can manipulate the corpses of these four Pseudo-Emperor Realm powerhouses, then the strength of his undead legion will increase by a large margin.

"Great, Pavilion Master, it turns out that you killed them for my undead legion!"

Yanchen said excitedly.

For him, there is nothing more meaningful than manipulating the corpses of the strong.

Especially the corpse of a pseudo-Emperor Realm cultivator like this was a huge challenge for Yan Chen.

However, he Yanchen likes this kind of challenge.

"Can you control it?" Jiang Mo asked with a smile.

"I don't know yet, but give me a month, and I guarantee that they can burst out with the strength of the Pseudo-Emperor Realm!" Yan Chen patted his chest and said.

"Okay, there will be more and more strong people killed in the future, and it will be a test of your ability at that time!"

Jiang Mo patted Yanchen on the shoulder and said.

"Don't worry, Pavilion Master, my undead legion will be the sharpest knife in Zhentian Pavilion. Wherever the Pavilion Master points out, our undead legion will stab at it!"

Yanchen was still a teenager, and he was so encouraged by Jiang Mo that his face turned a little red with excitement.

"Good. Jiang Mo smiled and nodded.

I have to say that the future army of the undead is definitely one of the most powerful forces in Zhentian Pavilion.

"My lord, our Night Demon Knights have also cultivated several ninth-order archmages!"

"Now my strength should be between the ninth-order Great Demon Master and the Holy Demon Master!"

Qin Haotian said excitedly.

Now, Qin Haotian has finally stepped into the combat strength of the first echelon of Zhentian Pavilion.

The Daredevil Knights cultivated under him are also talented.

This is of course thanks to his tireless efforts and the abundance of magical elements in this land.

"So, your current strength is comparable to that of a powerhouse in the Pseudo-Emperor Realm?"

Jiang Mo said with some surprise.

You must know that not long ago, Qin Haotian was still equivalent to a nine-star martial saint, and now, he has reached the pseudo-emperor realm.

With such a cultivation speed, even Jiang Mo was surprised and envious.

"Well, it shouldn't be weaker than the monks of the Pseudo-Emperor Realm. ”

Qin Haotian nodded, and pointed the magic staff in his hand towards the void, as if the power of thunder in the entire sky seemed to be attracted by him.

The current Qin Haotian is indeed comparable to a puppet emperor realm powerhouse!

(End of chapter)