"The ghost clan captured from the battlefield in northern Xinjiang, the army led by the ghost emperor level is nearly hundreds of thousands. ”

"In the Heavenly Holy Tower, they have completely evolved into necromancy. Now, the little guy has a headache. The Lord of the Dao Palace smiled.

The old man's gaze converged on the black cyclone on Jiang Mo's body, and said, "This eleventh level level, perhaps, is that kid's chance." ”

......

At this moment, Jiang Mo had been completely surrounded by more than a thousand ghost clan necromancers.

These ghost clan necromancers gathered together, and the terrible roar was enough to frighten the courage of ordinary people.

In this, there are three ghost clan necromancers, and their strength is the most powerful.

On the battlefield in the northern frontier, they are also the powerhouses of the Upper Realm Martial Emperor who gallop in all directions!

was caught by the master of the Dao Palace and caught in the Heavenly Saint Tower, and was tortured into a necromancy, and their resentment was naturally great.

"Damn human, I'm going to eat your flesh and drink your blood!"

"I will shatter your holy soul so that you will never be reincarnated!"

......

As the two more powerful races of the Great Heavens, every year, almost a million living beings die in the war between the two races.

Therefore, the hatred between the two races can be described as extremely deep, and they do not share the sky!

Jiang Mo's expression still seemed very calm, and he didn't have any cowardice because of the encirclement of more than a thousand ghost clan necromancers.

In his opinion, these ghost clan necromancy were the best materials for him to cultivate the Netherworld Holy Scripture.

"Kill!"

A commanding roar came out, and the black tide-like ghost clan necromancer surged towards Jiang Mo.

Seeing this situation, Jiang Mo urged the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword, and his body was like a flash of lightning, rushing into the encirclement of the ghost clan's necromancer.

Boom, boom, boom......

The sword light flickered, and the monstrous sword intent spread across this place, and the strength of those ghost clan necromancers was not very strong.

Except for the three ghost emperor-level necromantic powerhouses, the rest of the necromantic powerhouses couldn't withstand Jiang Mo's sword at all.

Jiang Mo rushed into it, and soon disrupted their revitalization, led by a ghost emperor necromancer, holding a black holy bow in his hand, quietly aimed at Jiang Mo.

Sou!

The blue sky and white sun arrow, like a meteorite, swept towards the place where Jiang Mo was, and swept quickly.

The spaces along the way seem to burst open.

Some ghost clan necromancers, directly under the powerful arrow qi, exploded and exploded.

"Nine Dragons Wind Thunder Palm. ”

Jiang Mo let out a low snort, slapped out his left palm, and his vitality gathered into a four-headed dragon-shaped palm print.

Rumble!

One of the dragon-shaped vitality directly shattered the blue sky and white sun arrow.

Immediately afterwards, the aftermath continued unabated, and slapped the body of the ghost emperor necromancy.

Bang!

The other party couldn't dodge, and was violently knocked out, and the Nine Dragons Wind and Thunder Palm contained extremely masculine power, while the ghost clan's necromancer was full of yin energy, and the two were just right to restrain each other.

That dragon-shaped vitality shattered almost all of the other party's thoughts.

"Kill him!"

The ghost emperor-level necromancer was quite annoyed, and he integrated all the weak necromancers around him into his body, making him even stronger.

Jiang Mo has collected hundreds of ghost beads on the battlefield, as if he is in a no-man's land, according to his estimates, this time, at least he will be able to open up a thousand tricks and reach the level of the ghost king.

"This little guy has a kind of courage that does not change in the face of thousands of troops!"

Outside the Heavenly Saint Tower, the Lord of the Dao Palace commented.

The eleventh floor of the Heavenly Pagoda.

After a stick of incense, Jiang Mo unleashed a powerful sword move, and the sword qi was five hundred zhang long, completely exterminating those ghost clan dead spirits.

He collected more than a thousand ghost beads, looked around, but a feeling of depression arose in his heart.

If this eleventh floor was so easy to pass, it wouldn't be called the Heavenly Saint Tower.

His ghost aura with a radius of hundreds of zhang has been cleared away.

However, farther away, there were heavy black clouds that were rapidly surging towards this place.

From that black cloud, Jiang Mo sensed a faint and vast aura, if he expected it to be true, the other party should be a strong man at the level of the Martial Emperor of the Upper Realm of the Ghost Clan.

"We must take advantage of this time to seize the time to refine these ghost beads, and when the time comes, we will be more confident to resist the necromantic army of those ghost clans. ”

Jiang Mo secretly said in his heart.

He inserted the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword in front of him and did it cross-legged.

The Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword constantly released circles of sword qi, as if it was an artifact standing there.

"Give me refining. ”

After adjusting the way of cultivation, Jiang Mo once again ran the "Netherworld Holy Scripture" and completely refined the ghost beads into his own power.

Bang, bang, bang......

I saw black cyclones emerge from around Jiang Mo's body.

After the two pillars of incense, three thousand acupuncture points had been opened up on his body.

"According to the above statement in the Netherworld Holy Scripture, after opening up three thousand tricks, I can perform a kind of ghost clan's martial arts, called 'Vientiane Senluo'!"

In Jiang Mo's mind, he recalled Vientiane Senluo's method of casting.

When he was performing this martial art, the three thousand tricks on his body all slowly rotated, drawing strength from the surrounding heaven and earth.

In the end, Jiang Mo's body was covered by a layer of black ghost qi, and he mobilized layers of ghost qi, and immediately printed it out with a palm.

Bang!

As a result, in this piece of heaven and earth, it was as if there were ten thousand ghosts dispatched, enveloping the entire space.

"This little guy, shouldn't he have been affected by the ghost clan's necromancy?"

"How could he use the ghost clan's Vientiane Senluo?"

The Lord of the Dao Palace said with some surprise.

"Palace master, don't underestimate this little guy, some of the hole cards he has on him, even if it is you and me, may not be able to see clearly. The old man said slowly.

The Lord of the Dao Palace stopped talking.

At this moment, the layers of black clouds had already converged, like an army pressing the realm, surrounding Jiang Mo.

This time, there were tens of thousands of troops, almost half the number of the eleventh layer of space.

However, Jiang Mo's face did not show any fear.

In his eyes, these were the best resources for cultivating the Netherworld Holy Scriptures.

"Weak ant, do you know what the price is going to pay for breaking in here?"

A ghost clan necromancer at the level of a Martial Emperor in the upper realm, its body was covered with a layer of black armor, and when it spoke, it was like thunder, deafening.

Facing the encirclement of tens of thousands of ghost clan necromancers, Jiang Mo's eyes were indifferent, and he said coldly: "Where did you get so much nonsense?"

When the words fell, Jiang Mo slashed out with a sword, and suddenly the dazzling sword light tore through the sky, directly splitting the heavy black cloud into two.

Subsequently, Jiang Mo exhibited the 'Vientiane Senluo' that had just been cultivated!

At this move, those ghost clan necromancers were all stunned, and immediately let out an angry roar: "Despicable human beings, they actually steal the advanced techniques of the Holy Clan!"

"Watch Bendi dismantle you in eight pieces!"

After the roar fell, the Upper Realm Martial Emperor played a bronze treasure tripod.

Above the treasure ding, the inscription flowed, and a vast and unpredictable coercion shrouded Jiang Mo's head......

(End of chapter)