Layers of dark yellow mist, like dirt, shrouded Onihara's old and withered body, making him move through the dense soil as easily, like a fish entering water.

In reality, however, he was not at all easy.

Onihara's face was pale and tense at the moment, and he was desperately fleeing out, almost using the strength to feed.

"You can't go wrong...... You can't go wrong...... That kind of power and supernatural powers...... Definitely the Lord of the Holy Family......"

With the help of the power of the Earth Escape Talisman, he frantically escaped from the ground as he muttered, "Besides him, who else has such terrifying strength among the Blood Pill Physiques within a radius of tens of thousands of miles!"

In the blink of an eye, the ghost plain had flown out forty or fifty miles away, and as for the death and life of the ghost cloud and the ghost fog, he had already completely left it behind.

Although as the patriarch of the Ghost Spring Clan, Ghost Yuan can completely gather the clansmen, open a large array, and completely strangle Zhao Shenbi in the clan land with the help of the favorable geography and the momentum.

But he had no doubt that even if he could really kill this Lord of the Holy Clan, he would most likely have to fight back under the other party's death, and he would die and hate on the spot.

He didn't dare to take this risk, so he had to flee with his way!

Even if he knew clearly, the prohibition in the center of the tree could only trap the other party for a stick of incense at most.

As long as Zhao Shenbi is out of trouble, the clansmen of the Ghost Spring tribe will not have the slightest resistance and will only be ruthlessly harvested like weeds.

Even if he knew that his limit was approaching, even if he survived now, he would only live for another thirty years at most.

Rao is like this, he still chooses to run away without a fight.

The older a person gets, the more afraid he is of death.

Especially for a cultivator like the Shura tribe, who has pursued the limits of his body and life all his life, the closer he is to death, the more clearly he can feel the feeling of his body decaying, his qi and blood decaying, and his soul withering, as if he was buried deep in the earth.

And as the realm climbs, this feeling will be infinitely extended and amplified, enough to torture people to madness.

Therefore, throughout the ages, in the cultivation realm, there have been many powerful monks who were originally highly respected, and when they were about to die, they did all kinds of crazy things that exterminated human morality.

Even the Buddha's son Daozi, who has cultivated the golden body of an Arhat and the immaculate glass body, has many people who cannot escape such a fate.

There is a great terror between life and death, and it is not just talk.

After consuming all the power of the Earth Escape Talisman, he flew hundreds of miles away in one breath again, and after confirming that Zhao Shenbi still did not chase after him, the heart of the ghost Yuan hanging in his throat was completely let go.

His body twisted slightly, like an earthworm out of the dirt, only to find that his back was already completely wet with cold sweat.

"It's dangerous...... It's dangerous...... Fortunately, the strength of the sacred tree is strong enough to stop this evil star. ”

Ghost Hara wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with palpitations, and after taking a few deep breaths, he gradually suppressed the fear and panic in his heart.

After a while, a trace of excitement suddenly flashed in his eyes, "But I finally escaped, this Earth Escape Talisman cost me tens of thousands of Blood Source Crystals at the beginning, but now it is not in vain! As long as I tell this news to the Dark Clan before he gets out of trouble, when the time comes, the Dark Clan will definitely give me a great opportunity!"

"Hehe, those who achieve great things are not informal, as long as I can break through the realm and prolong my life, the clansmen of my Ghost Spring tribe will all be sacrificed for me!"

Thinking of this, the excitement in Guiyuan's eyes was even stronger, and his eyes were as hot as fire, "When the time comes, I will go back and swallow the more than 10,000 holy fruits, maybe I can really achieve the blood infant realm, hahaha, the longevity of more than a thousand years, the sky and the earth are big, where can the old man not be at ease!?"

Onihara laughed wildly, the clan pattern on his body flashed, and his whole body was full of qi and blood, and he was about to fly away towards the Dark Clan.

An emotionless voice descended from the sky.

"Are you finished?"

The moment he heard this voice, Onihara couldn't help but shiver fiercely, and a terrifying chill ran in his heart.

It is neither the voice of man nor the voice of a beast.

Because whether it is the language of man or the howl of wild beasts, there are always all kinds of feelings.

Whether it's sadness, anger, joy, or even coldness, there's always a feeling in it.

However, this voice has no emotion, as empty and indifferent as a machine, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

It's like a death sentence.

He subconsciously raised his head, only to find a young boy in a blue robe standing on the treetops.

A pair of transparent wings sprouted from the back, vibrating slightly in the air.

The child's fingers were sharp and narrow, and the two claw hooks on his arms curled like sickles.

Especially the pair of upside-down triangular pupils, it almost made the fear of the ghost cloud explode from the bottom of his heart.

He roared bitterly, "What a monster you are!"

However, the blue boy did not answer him, and spat out an incomparably narrow giant sword from his mouth, and the wings on his back flapped at the same time, leaving only a fading afterimage and disappearing into the air.

In the sky and on the ground, the stormy killing machine smashed down wildly.

Onihara's throat tightened, and sweat rained down.

He asked himself that this escape route could be said to be seamless, so he couldn't figure out why he was still found by this strange child.

And the sense of threat brought to him by this childish child is even weirder and stronger than Zhao Shenbi!

Under the stimulus of death, every cell in Onihara's body worked desperately, even at the expense of overdrawing the already small amount of longevity.

Qi and blood are high, like a bonfire burning.

However, in the next moment, the power that he was about to surge to the peak came to an abrupt end.

With the blood spurting out of his chest, it flowed away like a tide.

A long sword like the backbone of a giant beast poked out of the sky and pierced through his heart mercilessly.

Ancient Dragon's Spine Sword.

Onihara vomited blood, "You...... You ......"

Ignoring Onihara's struggle and despair, the blue-robed boy spun the blade of his sword vigorously, and his heart was completely shattered into powder.

After a cup of tea.

In the closed hall at the top of the Ghost Spring Clan's sacred tree, the forbidden power that shrouded the surroundings slowly dissipated.

In the air in front of Zhao Shenbi, the dark blue light flashed slightly, and Xiao Lan's strange figure appeared out of thin air.

He sniffled, and after feeling the rich bloody aura, he nodded, "Xiaolan, have you succeeded?"

Xiaolan didn't speak, opened her small mouth and spit it out gently, and a gray space ring and a cloud of oily green light spots were immediately suspended in the air.

Above that green point of light, there was an extremely frightened face that was constantly distorting, it was the ghost plain that had just escaped with the help of the earth escape charm.

"Yes, it seems that you have gradually adapted to the body after the transformation, although the realm has plummeted, but with the ancient dragon spine sword body, the body refiners below the late stage of the ordinary blood pill are probably not your opponents. Zhao Shenbi nodded with satisfaction, and a line of purple blood spurted out from his fingertips and merged into Xiao Lan's body, which put it into his big sleeve.

After Xiao Lan's aura disappeared, Yan Zhen let out a long breath.

Not to feel like Atlas any longer.

The aura on Xiaolan's body is too weird and too distorted.

Such a brute beast that forcibly changed its life form under the power of Sumeru Baoyu has indeed surpassed Yan Zhen's understanding and cognition.

And people are usually full of awe and fear of incomprehensible existence.

So for the scene in front of him, Yan Zhen kept silent very sensibly, and didn't even mean to ask.

Zhao Shenbi was noncommittal, and glanced at Yan Zhen meaningfully.

His eyes swelled with brilliance, and his telekinesis gently poked out, and after sweeping it into the spatial ring, there was finally a smile on his face.