The golden dragon roared, spewing the flames of the burning sky, and the sword was mighty, composing the power of continuous slashing.

The power of the two poles in Mo Chen's body was divided into two, and the ghost yuan was used instead of the inner yuan to perform the lifeless continuous slash, and suddenly the nine yin sword qi came out of his hand.

One side is endlessly ghostly in the underworld, vowing to swallow the ink dust into the Yellow Spring, and the other side is equipped with nine slashes, trying his best to resist the power of ghost dyeing.

The extreme power slammed into the confrontation, the ink dust vomited vermilion, and the golden dragon under his feet seemed to collapse.

And between the two of them, the dragon flame burned brightly, constantly canceling out the surrounding ghost qi, and the nine lifeless sword qi slashed into the depths of the ghost qi, and then Yin Eighteen snorted and came, obviously injured.

Mo Chen barely suppressed the boiling qi and blood in his body, and kept his luck to make the power of the two poles resist the incoming ghost dye, but even though he had done his best, he could only maintain the immortality of the golden dragon, and it was difficult to burn the ghost dye.

"Capture the thief and capture the king first!" Mo Chen gritted his teeth, and then the two ink swords were suspended at his side, and all the ghost qi in his body entered the ink sword.

Yin Eighteen held the incense burner with one hand, pinched the Dharma seal with the other, and tried his best to urge the endless ghosts in the incense burner, this trick was his stunt to press the bottom of the box, and it was a secret technique that he learned from the incense burner when he was still in the underworld, and the first time he used it was really amazing.

Feeling the ghost dye gas gushing out of the incense burner, Yin Eighteen was surprised and couldn't help but look at Mo Chen again, such a fierce ghost dye didn't dare to be a strong man in the Infinite Heaven Realm, but Mo Chen was able to block this move without dodging or avoiding the front, which was really unexpected by Yin Eighteen.

"It's up to you how long you can last. Yin Eighteen secretly said in his heart, but at this time, he suddenly felt that the nine lifeless sword qi cut through the ghost dye and bombarded him, which was the power of the Nine Slashes of Ink Dust.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Yin Eighteen snorted coldly: "Eight Yin Heavenly Protection!"

As soon as the words fell, he saw eight blood-colored flags the size of arms flying out of his arms, instantly surrounding him, forming a miniature version of the Eight Yin Heavenly Protector.

The nine slashes that broke through the air and slashed the eight flags one after another, and finally there was a sword qi left that slammed directly into Yin Eighteen's chest, causing him to snort.

Because it was the ink dust that was transformed into nine slashes by the ghost element, there was still a strong corrosive effect on the nine slashes now, so the last sword qi slash suddenly exerted a powerful effect on Yin Eighteen's chest.

"You can actually use the ghost element!" Yin Eighteen exclaimed in surprise, feeling the corrosive pain in his chest, he naturally immediately understood the reason.

Mo Chen didn't speak, still gritting his teeth and constantly instilling ghost elements into the ink sword.

Although Mo Chen's body had a ghost element that was beyond the expectations of Yin Eighteen, after all, only one sword qi hit him among the nine slashes, although the wound could not heal quickly for the time being, but Yin Eighteen didn't care about such an injury.

I saw that Yin Eighteen lifted the ghost element in his body, and directly discharged the corrosive power on the wound from his body, and when the last trace of corrosive power disappeared, his wound immediately began to heal rapidly.

After the wound healed in a blink of an eye, Yin Eighteen laughed loudly: "Cutting me in half before couldn't affect me, but now it's just hurting my flesh and skin, and I also want to win?"

As he spoke, he urged the ghost dye in the furnace with all his might, and immediately covered up the golden dragon flame for three points.

Just when the Yin Eighteen Victory was in hand, I only heard Mo Chenlang shouting: "Your body is indeed not afraid of the advantages of swords, but I don't believe that there is no limit. ”

Yin Eighteen's eyes widened violently when he heard this, because with Mo Chen's words, he immediately felt an unprecedented killing intent rising from the front.

After Yin Eighteen saw the source of the murderous aura, he immediately exclaimed: "How is this possible, you still have the strength to spare!"

At this time, on both sides of Mo Chen's side, there were nine Yin Demon Sword Qi ready to attack, and a full eighteen Yin Demon Sword Qi exuded a strong killing aura.

"Let's see if you can stop it?" Mo Chen's sweat was raining down at this time, but his tone was still relaxed.

Yin Eighteen immediately came to a conclusion in his heart, the previous nine Yin Demon Sword Qi blocked the Eight Dao with the Eight Yin Heavenly Protection, and the last one could only resist hard, but now that the Eight Yin Heavenly Protector had been destroyed, he would definitely not be able to block these eighteen Yin Demon Sword Qi.

Thinking of this, Yin Eighteen immediately decided to dodge, since he couldn't stop it, then he dodged it, the big deal was to interrupt the release of the ghost dye, no matter what, he had to protect himself first.

But the moment he left, Yin Eighteen's complexion changed drastically, because at this moment he suddenly found that he could not leave the place.

Sword lock Tianhe!

Mo Chen replaced the sword with his hand, and he actually forcibly cast the Cold Hell Three-Style Second Sword to lock Tianhe, forcibly locking Yin Eighteen in place and unable to move.

Seeing that he was forced into a desperate situation, Yin Eighteen immediately decided to mobilize all his ghost elements, and as he mobilized the ghost elements with all his might, bursts of black qi enveloped his body, and in the thick black air, Yin Eighteen, who was originally dressed as a scholar in white, underwent earth-shaking changes.

I saw that in the thick black gas, Yin Eighteen appeared in his body, and at this time, he was wearing a Yin Killing Vermilion Crown, wearing a black feather robe, and his body size had more than doubled. At a glance, the appearance is not much different from the previous nine ghosts, the only thing is that the Yin Killing Crown on the head is no longer pitch black, but replaced with a red vermilion crown.

And the moment he appeared in his body, eighteen Yin Demon Sword Qi slammed in.

Bang bang bang...... There was another series of loud noises, and Yin Eighteen was instantly split out and slammed into the stone wall of the cave.

Losing the control of Yin Eighteen, the mysterious incense burner that was constantly gushing out ghosts also stopped, and fell on top of the black coffin in circles.

Ink Dust seized the opportunity and immediately urged the golden dragon to spray dragon breath with all his might, and finally burned all the ghost dye.

After the last trace of ghost dye disappeared, the golden dragon under Mo Chen's feet suddenly dissipated, and he also fell to the ground.

"Whew......" Mo Chen panted and tried to stand up, but after some effort, he only felt that he was weak, and it was very difficult to even get up.

At this moment, bursts of vitality and spiritual power poured out of Mo Chen's body again, constantly nourishing his body, and it was the natal blood that Xuan Di had left in his body before that came into play.

At the same time, Xuan Jue also said, "Did you see that guy's body just now?"

Mo Chen nodded, just now he had seen the body of Yin Eighteen clearly in an instant, but he didn't expect it to be so similar to Yin Si Ghost.

"The real identity of this guy is actually a ghost envoy. Xuan said in a deep voice, with a slight surprise in his words.

"Yin Si Ghost Envoy?" Mo Chen frowned, this ghost envoy and ghost are so similar in appearance, there must be a connection.

"The Yin Si Ghost Envoy is an official position above the Yin Si Ghost Messenger, and each Yin Si Ghost Envoy has a lot of Yin Si Ghost Messenger, you can understand it as the relationship between catching fast and catching heads in the earthly yamen. Xuan Di explained.

Mochen immediately nodded clearly.

Seeing Mo Chen's clear appearance, Xuan Di said again: "No wonder many things we encountered along the way are inseparable from Yin Si, it turns out that the black hand behind this scene is actually a Yin Si ghost envoy." ”

When Mo Chen heard this, he was puzzled: "Since he is a ghost envoy of the Yin Division, why did he leave the underworld and come to the Yang world?

Hearing Mo Chen's question, Xuan Di shook his head: "How do I know, but according to all the previous inferences, it seems that he has betrayed Yin Si and joined the hands of a certain strong man." ”

Mo Chen nodded again, he remembered what Yin Eighteen said before about the person who wiped out the ghost, and listening to Yin Eighteen's tone, he seemed to respect this person.

After some conversation, Mo Chen had recovered a lot, and he stood up and walked to the black coffin, reaching for the mysterious incense burner on the lid.

Just as he was about to touch the incense burner, the incense burner broke through the air and flew towards the cave wall.

"Not good!" Mo Chen exclaimed, and then only heard a sound of breaking the sky, Yin Eighteen flew out from the mountain wall, and pressed Mo Chen to the ground.

At this time, Yin Eighteen's body was five meters tall, his eyes were blood-red, and he firmly pressed the ink dust to the ground as if he had lost his mind. There were more than a dozen transparent wounds on his body, and the corrosive force on the wounds was constantly corroding his body, and with a piercing sneer, more than a dozen wounds faintly expanded.

"I want you dead!" Yin Eighteen roared, blood dripping from his seven orifices, and his two huge ghost hands firmly held down Mo Chen, and there was only one thought left in his mind, that is, to kill Mo Chen.

"Ahem......" Mo Chen was pressed to the ground by him, struggling with all his strength but in vain, only feeling that the two huge ghost hands holding him down were constantly tightening, as if they were going to pinch him into meat sauce in the next second.

At this moment, at the entrance of the cave, a rickety figure stepped in, and the person who came was carrying a dead wooden cane and a black chain pinned to his waist.

"What is this?" the bride had just entered the cave, and immediately saw everything in the cave.

The black coffin that exploded, the ice crystals everywhere, and the corpses of the nine ghosts lying on the side, as well as the blood of the fierce gods sprinkled everywhere. Of course, the most obvious thing is the huge monster in the depths of the cave, and the ink dust under his ghostly claws.

"Great!" Xi Niang was surprised, and immediately recognized the identities of the two in the depths of the cave, and saw that the two seemed to be deadlocked together.

The bride immediately let go of her crutches and formed a mudra with her hands.

"Mochen, I'm sorry, in order to completely get rid of Yin Eighteen, I can only sacrifice you, if there is an afterlife, the old woman will be a cow and a horse for you. Xi Niang silently recited in her heart, and then she settled down and recited a mysterious mantra in her mouth.

"The ancestor of ten thousand demons, the gods of heaven and earth, dedicate my life, invite heaven to help, incarnate the true spirit, and act according to my heart...... Demon Heart Yuan Dan!"

With the last sound of the demon heart Yuan Dan, Xi Niang did not hesitate to seal her hands and pointed to the ink dust in the air.

Immediately, a nameless wind suddenly blew in the cave, and the demon wind swept through the four fields, and finally swept towards the two people in the cave.

But after the demon wind swept through, the ink dust did not change at all, and it was already struggling to support under the ghost's claws, as if what had just swept was just an ordinary gust of wind.

"How is it possible?" Xi Niang was ready to be buried here with Mochen and Yin Eighteen, but seeing the demon wind sweeping but not reacting, she couldn't help but be stunned in place.