"Jie Ji ......"

Bursts of shrill laughter burst out from the throat of the black-bearded old man, and at this time, he was like going mad, his bloodthirsty eyes stared at Shan Thirteen, as if he had seen the fate of Shan Thirteen's death.

"Dead wood swallows the sky!"

A white shadow, in the hands of the black-bearded old man, suddenly pounced on Shan Thirteen, and suddenly all around Shan Thirteen's body were shrouded in white shadows, and a stream of anger grew from it, making it difficult to control people's emotions.

Whew-

Originally, the corpse of the black-bearded old man's red flying eagle, as soon as he touched the white figure, he saw a strange red smoke turned into pieces of flesh and blood, which then merged into the white shadow, revealing it. Time was just a flash of thought, and the body of the flying eagle turned into white bones, leaving no trace.

"Who is this?"

Shan Thirteen looked at the person who suddenly appeared with some surprise, to be exact, it was the illusion of the black-bearded old man Zhenyuan, this is a nearly tall giant, his eye sockets are deep, revealing a violent breath of death, although the movement is a little slow, but with his super long pace, it is only a blink of an eye to approach Shan Thirteen.

"The innocent real person actually refined the Mu Xiao Yuan Soul!" Yun Tianzi suddenly exclaimed, and with his eyes, he naturally recognized what it was, and the ghost made the god say it.

"Yes, the old man killed a wooden mandrill thirty years ago, and he never thought that he had unexpectedly achieved the growth of Zhenyuan, and he had the ability to restrain the soul. The black beard looked at Yun Tianzi with some annoyance, so that the secret of the killer weapon would be revealed to the world, how could it still have the effect of a miracle soldier

"Stand back!" Yun Tianzi's four figures retreated again, obviously knowing the horror of Mu Xiao's unjust soul.

Whoosh –

After landing on the ground, Shan Thirteen naturally would not sit still, and as soon as his soul thought moved, ten refining corpses rushed in a column towards Mu Xiao Yuan Soul. I saw Mu Xiao Yuan Soul smile "hehe", like an arm of a shriveled branch, and when he poked forward, he almost pierced Shan Thirteen's head.

"There is actually the ability to have a soul impact!"

It's not that Shan Thirteen didn't dodge, but when he dodged, he found that there was a turbulent wave in the sea of souls, but fortunately, there were only dozens of faint soul shadows, and they were not the opponents of Ice Light Osteitis at all. In these faint shadows, there seemed to be the soul mark of the black-bearded old man.

"I see!"

Shan 13 seemed to see the mystery in it, and immediately changed the original plan led by the chela corpse, and instead divided the same amount of ice light osteitis and wrapped the intruding soul shadow. And the person is a stupid look, looking up to the sky and falling down, coincidentally avoiding Mu Xiaoyuan's second shot.

"Will this work?" asked the corpse worriedly.

The original plan was for the Chelal to first inflict heavy damage on the Blackbeard Old Man with the power of the Dragon's Roar, and then Shan Thirteen launched a soul attack, and finally the Chelella cast a full blow with his natal talent to kill the opponent. There is no problem with this plan itself, but once the plan is successful, for the corpse, it means that the realm of this life will stop here for the rest of its life, and it will be difficult to make any further progress.

However, the Ten Thousand Evil True Beings would never have thought that there was an ice light bone inflammation in the sea of souls of Mountain Thirteen, which could avoid his biggest killing move. Moreover, judging from the experience of Shan Thirteen in manipulating the refining corpse, the Mu Xiao Yuan Soul may not be willing to surrender, as long as the conditions are ripe, it is not impossible to retaliate.

"Are you a corpse refining monk?" Ten Thousand Evil True Beings said angrily, the feud between the monk and the corpse refining is often fought to the death as soon as they meet.

The blocking of the ten refining corpses naturally couldn't escape the perception of the four of Yun Tianzi, they were also emotional, eager to fight, and after hesitating for a while, they cared about the secret realm in the bones on the thirteen bodies of Qishan.

"The secret realm is mine, it's mine......"

Wan Evil's expression was excited, seeing that Shan Thirteen was about to die in the hands of Mu Xiao Yuan Soul, but at this time, Shan Thirteen laughed fearlessly.

Poof—

The sound of a sharp blade entering the body came, it was not Shan Thirteen who died at the hands of Mu Xiao Yuan Soul, but Mu Xiao Yuan Soul slammed his shriveled hands into the chest of Wan Evil Zhenren.

"No, it can't be...... How could the Wood Xiao Yuan Soul get out of control......"

The death of all evils, the death is more unjust, and with his strength, it is not enough to see that even three mountains and thirteen are not enough. It's a pity that he died like this, and Yun Tianzi and the others, who don't know what's going on, can't help but feel creepy. Generally speaking, there is a half chance of killing a powerful monk with at least six people of the same rank.

"Are you still following?"

Shan Thirteen looked uninhibited, it seemed that it was very easy to kill the Ten Thousand Evil True Beings, and only the existence at the peak of the cultivation realm could use one or two such methods, and it was not so easy and comfortable.

"This ......" The expressions of the three people with long eyebrows changed, as if they were looking for a balance between considering the temptation of the secret realm in the bones and the value of their own lives.

"The old man sect still has important matters, don't leave it here!" Yun Tianzi knows more or less that the soul body of Shan Thirteen is very powerful, so withdrawing one step earlier is conducive to improving the contradiction between him and Shan Thirteen, and he will turn around and leave immediately.

Tick –

Shan Thirteen's hands behind his back, because of the nervousness and twisting each other, the beads of sweat slipped down involuntarily. Although it was a subtle sound, for a powerful monk, there were still many useful details to deduce.

"Obediently hand over the secret realm in the bones, maybe the old man can spare you a small life. In the end, it was the temptation of the secret realm in the bones, and the people of Changmei decided to take a gamble to see who could sit on it.

After all, a large part of the death of all evils was because he was severely injured by the sound of the dragon's roar of the corpse, and instead of healing his wounds, he used the most powerful move, thus burying a new root of madness. Therefore, the actual combat effectiveness of all evils can only be exerted in general at best.

The three of them sacrificed their magic weapons one after another, surrounded the thirteen groups of mountains, and cut off any possibility of escape for the thirteen mountains. With such a painstaking arrangement, it is natural that there is no chance for Shan Thirteen to escape.

"Haha, if you want my little life, it depends on whether a few people have the ability to do it, and some people are going to be buried with them!" Shan Thirteen talked eloquently, as if he didn't see the other party's eyes, and only cared about picking up the Qiankun bag left by the evil real person.

"You...... The two, I shouted one, two, three, and one shot together, I didn't believe that he could escape the combined blow of the three of us. The momentum of the Changmei real person skyrocketed to the extreme in an instant, like a big knife that stood up to the sky, slashing towards the thirteenth mountain is seven seven hundred and forty-nine moves. The other two also went all out, and they all showed their own killing skills.

Under the joint efforts of the three of them, the entire small space almost collapsed, and there was an abundance of true yuan everywhere, raging unorganized. Shan Thirteen, who was in the midst of the storm, put half gold and half black bones against his forehead, and suddenly a desolate aura burst out from it.