Shan Thirteen looked at Chu Hanting, who was having a good time fighting with the Qianling Dao people, and secretly stretched out his thumb, worthy of being the young patriarch of the Chu family, this vision and speed alone was enough for Shan Thirteen to cultivate for many years.

"It's a bit too much!"

Recalling the scene of the battle with Luo Jiaguo just now, Shan Thirteen couldn't help but be afraid, it was really fearless for the ignorant, and it seemed that the "Eighteen Heavenly Great Array" with high hopes would greatly reduce the power of the powerful monks.

Corpse refining is different from monks, lacking flexibility, and lacking a series of unconventional combat methods such as powerful monks controlling the aura of heaven and earth, flying in the air, etc. Especially the Samadhi True Fire of the Mighty Monk, but the nemesis of corpse refining, once it is fully exerted, Shan Thirteen does not know how many rounds he can sustain.

The "Eighteen Heavenly Great Array" can only deal with the refining corpse, which is considered an unpopular and out-of-the-way formation, and if it is suitable for the backbone to be used, it can be an effective means of attack. After thinking about it, he didn't find a suitable way to go to Shan Thirteen, so he simply watched the second-level battle.

Nangong Old Ancestor seemed to be afraid of his friendship with the Chu family, so he didn't make a move, but just stayed in mid-air and swept the formation. However, the third elder went crazy and led everyone to attack the protective circle where Mountain Thirteen was located.

The two warring parties are all children of the Chu family, and they are very familiar with each other's cultivation and exercises, so they naturally fell into a stalemate when they fought each other. However, as time went by, the advantages of Chu Hanting's side gradually became prominent, because more and more people recovered their combat effectiveness, and those who built a foundation and cultivated above the foundation had their combat effectiveness soared to varying degrees.

This point has always been the place where Shan Thirteen is puzzled, Chu Ling is like this, Lan Shixun is like this, and so is everyone in front of him. Through a period of observation, Shan 13 discovered the pattern, the monks of the foundation building period were promoted by a large rank, and the monks of the Jindan period were promoted by a small rank, which lasted about a stick of incense.

When the time was up, Xiu Wei returned to his normal level, but the person looked very tired, and his movements were obviously a little stiff. The only exception is Chu Ling, whose true cultivation at this moment is stable in the early stage of Jindan, and I don't know why.

"Killing Breath, Beware ......"

Suddenly, a strong killing aura appeared in the midst of the fighting crowd, and although Shan Thirteen's reminder was timely, it was still a step slower after all.

Ahh

Suddenly, there was an empty space between the two sides of the battle, whether it was the Taisan Elder and the first line, or the Chu Hanting side, the manpower of both sides was all inexplicably dead, judging from the wounds, it was the same blade.

"It's a corpse ......"

Nangong Ancestor, who stayed in mid-air, was not slow to react, and pressed down with one palm, and a golden figure was suppressed under the heavy blow, leaving only a bronze palm, which could be seen from the long nails, this was the claw of a Seven Alchemy Corps.

Whoosh –

Nangong Old Ancestor's figure kept shuttling in mid-air, Rao is speed was far beyond ordinary people, and he only killed five golden corpses, and more than forty monks died in the hands of golden corpses, including five great monks.

I don't know when, two black-clad masked men appeared in mid-air, collecting the corpses of the dead monks with their righteous speed.

"Look for death!"

Nangong Ancestor naturally wouldn't let the other party succeed, and with a wave of his hands, a "blood curtain brilliance" shrouded the air above the two black-clothed masked people, and suddenly the air seemed to be burning, making a crackling sound.

Whew-

A black-clothed masked man slowed down a little, and his arm was stained with a trace of red light, and the place where he suddenly touched it quickly corroded, revealing the white bones of Sensen. This person simply twisted his palm, and dodged out of the scope of the "Blood Curtain Brilliance" without saying a word, and the pupils of his eyes flashed with a jumping light.

"Natal Golden Corpse!"

Shan 13 recognized this strange pupil, which was clearly a natal golden corpse refined by a person, which showed that the person refining had reached the realm of Yuan Infant Cultivation.

The Yuanying Soul Realm and the Yuanying Cultivation Realm are basically the same and equivalent relationship in the cultivation realm, and of course, the freaks like Shan Thirteen are no longer among them.

However, for the monks who control the refining corpse, it is a world of difference: the Yuanying Soul Realm can only control three or five ordinary golden corpses, and the combat power of the deity is only at the peak stage of Jindan, which is the case with Li Kuchan.

And the Yuan Infant cultivation is the realm, not only the deity is among the powerful monks, but also the natal golden corpse, the number of controlling the number of golden corpses is at least twenty-nine, more than eighteen, and the title of the corpse king is well deserved.

The two people in front of him are obviously one of the corpse king, and the other is the natal golden corpse of the corpse king, once all the golden corpses are controlled, it is estimated that there are few people who escape from the scene.

"I didn't expect to encounter a vendetta, so you can stay!" In addition, the black-clothed masked man who had not moved all this time flicked his fingers, and a green soul fire swirled around Nangong Ancestor.

"Demon Fire!"

Nangong Ancestor's exclamation reminded Shan Thirteen of a description in the "Eighteen Heavenly Great Arrays", if the array eye has the defense of the fire of the ghost and the underworld, it is naturally not afraid of the restraint of the Samadhi True Fire. The fire of the ghost and the underworld, like the true fire of samadhi, is the spiritual fire that is produced in the body after cultivating to a certain extent, but the fire of the ghost and the underworld is generated from the corpse.

This thing that only exists in legends appears in front of Shan Thirteen's eyes at this moment, and there are really people who have spent thousands of years cultivating the natal corpse fire, and they are really persistent madmen.

"Haha, the little guy is a little knowledgeable, the old man has not been out for a thousand years, just for the fire of the ghost. The Corpse King seemed to be calm in his emotion, completely forgetting that this was a battlefield, of course, with his current cultivation, he was naturally not afraid of the sneak attack of others.

The appearance of the corpse king naturally attracted the attention of Qianling Zhenren and Chu Hanting, and the two sides had no desire to fight fiercely, and retreated back one after another. On the contrary, because of hatred, Luo Jiaguo chased and beat fiercely, and the earth monk had to flee, and the two of them hit the secret realm of the Chu family in a blink of an eye, and they disappeared.

Nangong Ancestor's Samadhi True Fire and the Ghost Fire were at the same level, but in terms of quantity, they were inferior to the Ghost Fire of the Ghost Netherworld, and they were instantly at a disadvantage and became precarious.

"Break it for me!"

Qianling Zhenren naturally would not sit idly by and watch Nangong Ancestor be destroyed, and with a wave of his hand, a spirit sword dozens of zhang long flew in, splitting the ghost fire into countless small flames.

"The sword cultivation is complete, the body is good, it seems that the apprentice's natal golden corpse has fallen. The Corpse King didn't care about the angry eyes of Qianling Zhenren at all, as if he was admiring a beautiful work of art.

"Don't be ashamed, look at the sword!"

Qianling Zhenren was angry and his body and swords were one, and he couldn't feel where the person was at all, there was only one sword between heaven and earth, a flying sword that was extremely sharp, and the length was less than a foot, which made people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

Boom Boom –

The flying sword chased the corpse king, and the constant assassination only relieved the pressure of Nangong Ancestor, but the natal golden corpse rushed into the crowd unscrupulously to fight.

"Get out of here!"

Chu Hanting met the natal golden corpse while ordering Chu Ling and the others to retreat quickly, and now every second of delay, a disciple of the Chu family died, how could he not be in a hurry.