Seeing Mo Chen's palm attacking, Yin Eighteen did not dodge or dodge, and still chanted in his mouth, letting this palm slap on himself. After a palm, his body only shook slightly, and he did not receive any effect.

Mo Chen naturally didn't expect his ordinary Neiyuan palm strength to be able to hurt Yin Eighteen, this palm was just trying to see if he could interrupt Yin Eighteen's recitation, if he could succeed, it would be good, if he couldn't succeed, it would be fine, because his real killing move was closely following.

"The cold sword is lifeless!"

Mo Chen let out a long shout, and the ink sword in his hand pointed directly at Yin Eighteen, and the cold sword came out with the power of cold qi.

With the killing of the ink sword, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and even the coffin fragments scattered all over the place were frozen together, and now the cold sword is no longer what it used to be, and the sword of ink dust must be dealt with cautiously even if Wu Siqian, the lord of the Earth Sea City, encounters it.

"Ten Thousand Ghost King Order!"

Just as Mo Chen's sword was killing beside him, Yin Eighteen finally stopped chanting, and with the last shout, Yin Eighteen suddenly summoned endless ghosts from the incense burner in his hand to kill Mo Chen.

"It's the ghost of that night. Seeing this, Mo Chen's heart immediately recalled the scene of that night, and at this moment, thousands of ghosts that poured out from the incense burner were full of happy trees.

Even so, the Ink Dust Sword continued to kill Yin Eighteen, and after Yin Eighteen summoned these ghosts, his body immediately turned into a white light and retreated, and while he retreated, the endless ghosts roared like Ink Dust to kill.

"Get out!" Mo Chen snorted coldly, and the ink sword in his hand was no longer attached to Yin Eighteen, but slashed straight down at the incoming ghost tide, and then the endless cold air erupted, instantly freezing many ghost shadows together, and for a while, there were countless ghost statues in the cave, making the entire cave even more eerie.

Seeing that the ghost tide was blocked, Yin Eighteen shook the incense burner in his hand and opened the sealing place on the top of the furnace, and in an instant, a thick evil qi surged out from the furnace, entangled with the cold qi on the ink dust sword.

The cold air mixed with the evil qi filled the cave, and the figure of Yin Eighteen stood on top of the black coffin in a flash.

"Hades' Grip!"

Yin Eighteen snorted coldly, and then the evil qi condensed into a behemoth ghost hand and slammed down on the ink dust.

Nine slashes without life!

The ink dust slashed out nine more times, and in an instant, the nine sword qi collided with the attacking ghost hand, and with a bang, an invisible impact scattered in all directions, instantly sweeping away all the cold qi in the cave.

After the Nine Slashes, most of the Inner Yuan in Mochen's body was used, after all, he was only in the Condensing Yuan Realm, far from reaching the level of the immeasurable Inner Yuan Circulation.

Seeing that Mo Chen couldn't fight for a long time, Xuan Di said worriedly: "You can't consume with him, his strength is not under the ordinary immeasurable heavenly realm, and you are very disadvantaged by his consumption,"

"I understand. Mo Chen replied in a deep voice, and then his free left hand was summoned, and the second ink sword condensed into the void.

In the face of Yin Eighteen, the mental power around him has little impact on him, even if it turns into an invisible sword and secretly attacks and kills, it is difficult to hurt him, since this is the case, it is better to withdraw the remaining mental power and condense it into a second ink sword.

With Mo Chen's current mental power, condensing two ink swords at the same time is already the limit, and when the second ink sword is condensed, the range of his mental power has been reduced to a range of two meters around his body, which is more than ten times smaller than before.

Although this approach is a little bold, it is in exchange for an extra killer move.

"The Earth is One!"

At the same time that Mo Chen condensed the second ink sword, Yin Eighteen stood on top of the black coffin and snorted coldly, and then he stretched out his palm and palm upward, and a pitch-black ball of light condensed.

"Go!" Yin Eighteen flipped his palm and threw the pitch-black sphere towards the thousands of ghost shadows that were frozen in ice, and then the black ball scattered in all directions and turned into a little star into the body of each ghost shadow.

At the moment when the stars merged, the ghosts that were originally frozen seemed to be awakened, struggling violently one by one, and roaring from time to time, but unfortunately no matter how they struggled, they couldn't get out.

Seeing that the struggle was fruitless, all the ghosts stopped their movements at the same time and turned into a cloud of black smoke floating in the ice, and the black smoke gathered together from the gaps in the ice and turned into a huge black ball.

Just after the last black gas entered the black ball, it exploded, and the originally unbreakable ice burst open, and a blood-red monster with two feet tall and two horns appeared, holding a double-edged fork in his hand, without any clothes on his body, and only a pool of blood that kept dripping.

Yin Eighteen laughed viciously, and then pointed at Mo Chen and shouted, "Please kill this person on my behalf!"

Hearing Yin Eighteen's request, the blood-red monster lifted the double-edged fork in his hand and walked towards the ink dust step by step.

"Be careful, this guy is the fierce god of Huangquan, judging by his momentum, he is a fierce god who has survived for hundreds of years, and his strength is not comparable to the previous ghost. Xuan Jian reminded.

Mo Chen nodded and said, "The name is quite scary, I don't know if I can block my next sword." ”

As he spoke, he crossed the two swords in his hands, raising the internal yuan in his body to the limit.

"Nine slashes of life!"

With a loud shout, the two ink swords each slashed out nine sword qi, and together a total of eighteen sword qi shot continuously towards the Huangquan fierce god who was slowly walking.

"Roar!"

The fierce god raised the double-edged fork in his hand and stabbed it fiercely in front of him, slamming together with the eighteen sword qi that attacked.

Bang bang bang...... The double-edged fork in the fierce god's hand shattered ten sword qi and then shattered, and the remaining eight sword qi were all slashed on his body.

With a pop, the fierce god of Huangquan was directly cut into several sections, turning into a rain of blood and splashing the entire cave, dyeing countless colorful stalactites into blood, only Yin Eighteen and the surrounding area of the ink dust still remained the same.

"Papapa......" A crisp clapping apped sounded, and Yin Eighteen stood on top of the black coffin and clapped his hands and praised: "Kill the Huangquan Fierce God with one sword, your strength is enough to challenge the peak of the earthly world." ”

"It's not even close. Mo Chen said lightly, and as he spoke, he was already trying his best to recover Neiyuan.

The Nine Lifeless Slashes that came out of the two swords just now had already exhausted his inner element, and the more than a hundred Qi Mansions that were originally full had all been exhausted at this time, and the ink dust was no longer able to perform the Lifeless Slash in a short period of time.

"This seat is really strange, the power of the few moves just now is definitely not something that Ning Yuan Realm can use, are you the legendary Heavenly Hanging Body that has been pitied by the heavens?"

"You talk a lot of nonsense. Mo Chen snorted coldly, and after a short conversation, his inner yuan had recovered some of his actions that would no longer affect him.

"Huh. With a sneer, Yin Eighteen's body momentum climbed, as if he had entered the world, and as his momentum climbed, the incense burner in his hand also kept emitting bursts of smoke.

When the momentum reached the peak, Yin Eighteen smiled and said, "Let you really see my true strength!"

As he spoke, he threw the incense burner in his hand into the air and levitated, and his originally pale hands turned into a pair of pitch-black ghost claws as if they were corroded, and rushed towards the ink dust.

Mo Chen was not to be outdone, and the ancient Han Yuan in his body was transported to the Mo Sword instead of Nei Yuan, and he fought with Yin Eighteen.

The black-clothed Mochen and the white-clothed Yin Eighteen fought to the death in the cave, the figures of the two were extremely fast, the ink sword ghost claws brought bursts of scattered sparks, and from time to time huge rocks were shaken off and fell by the aftermath of the battle.

In such a fierce battle, Mo Chen was secretly surprised in his heart, every slash of his own carried a powerful Eternal Han Yuan, and he thought that he could use this to gain some upper hand, but Yin Eighteen seemed to be unmoved, and every claw fell with great power, and it did not weaken the feeling at all.

At the same time that Mo Chen was surprised, Yin Eighteen was also very shocked in his heart, each of his attacks exceeded the full force of the Ning Yuan Realm, but such a powerful offensive Mo Chen was able to take them one by one, and he could also release a powerful cold qi to affect himself, if it weren't for the fact that he canceled each other out with abundant ghost yuan, I am afraid that he would have already turned into an ice sculpture by now.

Seeing that he couldn't fight for a long time, Yin Eighteen Xu Huang grabbed it and took advantage of the situation to return to the black coffin, and Mo Chen did not chase after him, but also retreated. After falling on the black coffin, Yin Eighteen stretched out his hand to summon the incense burner, and then said with a gloomy face: "You should be honored to be able to force me to come here!"

As he spoke, the ghost yuan in his body exploded, and all of them poured into the incense burner in his hand.

"Immortal ghosts dye! Forever fall into the Yellow Spring!"

Yin Eighteen screamed, and then several smoke vents on the incense burner gushed out endless ghost qi of the underworld, rushing towards the ink dust.

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In a cave deep in the forest, Xi Niang stood in front of a huge four-legged bronze tripod on crutches, chanting some kind of incantation in her mouth.

This spell is a secret method of the demon clan, and its function is to allow Xi Niang to control the outbreak time of the Demon Heart Yuan Dan out of thin air.

The bronze tripod in front of her is two meters high, and there are countless small characters engraved on the tripod body.

The tripod body is boxy, except for the inscription words are not surprising, but the four legs that support the tripod body have been crawling full of tree roots, the roots of the tree grow from the soil, and cling to the four legs of the bronze tripod as if parasitic.

The bride chanted a spell in her mouth, reached out and took out a few hairs of ink dust from her bosom and threw them into the bronze tripod, which she secretly obtained when she was cleaning the room, with this medium she could complete the spell completely.

When the hair fell into the tripod, the roots of the tree that were originally only wrapped around the four legs of the bronze tripod climbed up to the tripod body like a living thing, and after three breaths, the entire bronze tripod was enveloped inside. Then the bride stopped chanting, and her hands formed a handprint and bowed down to the bronze tripod.

At the moment when she bent down, a nameless fire ignited inside the huge bronze tripod, setting the ink dust hair on fire.

"That's it. Feeling the bursts of heat emanating from Ding's body, Xi Niang nodded with relief, and then turned around and walked towards the outside of the cave.

As she walked out of the cave, dozens of thick branches stretched out from within the dense forest, and these branches lifted the boulders to the side like living creatures, slowly sealing the hole.

After the boulder had completely sealed the cave, one of the thickest branches reached out to the bride, and after the bride lifted her foot and stepped on it, the thick branch extended indefinitely and she was lifted to the top of the mountain in a short time.

Looking at the entrance of the pit at the top of the mountain, Xi Niang's eyes flashed with struggle, but in the end she sighed and jumped into it.