On the earth, Gongshan Xuan has already killed his red eyes, and he is also one of the Seven Ancestors of the Yin and Netherworld of Xiao Yudu, who used to be the power of the Yin Moon Realm, and he only feels extremely depressed at this moment.

Unlike the other five ancestors, since he fell into the realm a few decades ago, he has been a little depressed in his heart, and now he sees that they have each opened the Shura body, and they are like entering the realm of no one in the thousand-eyed ghost clan, and his heart is even more uncomfortable.

So he could only pour out all his anger on these Thousand-Eyed Ghost Clans.

"The stars have changed!" Gong Shan roared angrily, his already illusory and transparent body was even more radiant, and it was actually a little similar to Zhao Shenbi's star spirit body.

He stepped on the ground with his left foot, knocked out his right shoulder, and with the strength of his strong body, he directly defeated a thousand-eyed ghost clan whose breath had reached the fifth order, and with a horizontal push with both hands, the qi in his palm skyrocketed, and immediately destroyed all the ghost eyes.

Suddenly, Gong Shanxu rubbed his eyes, could it be that he was dazzled, why was there an extra sun in the sky in addition to Xuehao?

A bewitching purple sun.

Before he could recover from the shock, a soft female shout suddenly resounded between heaven and earth.

"Turin, formation!"

As her voice fell, the grand purple light immediately dispersed, turning into ninety-nine purple streamers, forming a lotus shape to surround the ghost king.

Gongshan's pupils constricted, and his face changed drastically, "Turin!"

The name Turin is very unfamiliar to ordinary Shura people, but for a strong person like them who has already stood at the top of the realm, it is like thunder.

In the ancient Shura language, the word Turin represents the son of Xuehao.

And those who can be named after the son of Xuehao, throughout the ages, looking at the entire Shura world, there are only so many people.

The personal soldier of the Shura Holy Maiden, the Shura Holy Guard!

"Holy Family...... It's the Lord of the Holy Family!"

After feeling the sublime breath in the sky, hundreds of thousands of Shura people on the earth trembled in unison, and they actually had an urge to kneel and worship.

The seven Chen Zhijiang people who were in the battle were also moved, and different degrees of shock appeared on their faces.

The ancestor of the Shura Dead Clan smiled, "Turin, it's actually Turin...... The old man has lived for so many years, and he has only heard their names in legends. ”

"Now that Turin is out, then that amazing and brilliant Shura saintess must have also come here. I heard that she is a rare stunner in the sky and difficult to find on the earth, and I don't know who is lucky enough to be able to kiss Fangze. ”

The ancestor of the Yin Clan slammed the knife in his hand, and after shattering the Ghost Clan without thousands of eyes, he also clasped his arms with both hands and sighed, "But, how could she come here......

Although the words were frivolous, the ancestor of the Yin clan didn't even dare to look away, as if he was afraid of offending the majesty of the holy woman, so he hurriedly held his breath and remained silent.

Only Chen Zhijiang had a strange face, and after glancing at Zhao Shenbi with great meaning, he coughed twice unnaturally.

It was too late, and the ninety-nine Turin had completely dispersed, and his whole body was shrouded in pure purple armor, and there was not a trace of skin exposed on his body, even his eyes were tightly covered.

However, the aura on their bodies has reached the realm of blood infants!

Not to mention that in the clan territory of the Shura Holy Clan, there are still many ancestors in the Yin Moon Realm, and the strength of this Turin alone is enough to easily crush any ordinary tribe in the Shura Realm.

The heritage of the Holy Family can be seen.

Ninety-nine people were holding the same long swords, and after rising against the storm at this moment, and after being suspended in the sky, they actually trembled and resonated at the same time, forming a purple streamer array, locking the ghost king on the canopy.

A breathtakingly beautiful peerless shadow finally walked out of the purple sun, and the jade held a dark purple spear in her hand, like a Valkyrie in the primeval period, about to deliver an attack that had been brewing for a long time.

This blow carried with her anger, her murderous intent, her resentment, her determination and all her feelings.

Regardless of the deep crisis of the Holy Clan, she traveled hundreds of millions of miles and crossed the Shura Realm in order to save the man who had never contacted her for decades, but who haunted her in her dreams.

That proud Zhao Shenbi.

Lan Ling shouted angrily, "Those who want to kill me in the Shura realm don't look at whose world this world is!"

The spear in his hand was brilliant, turning into a purple beam of light that destroyed the world and the earth, shattering the layers of space, and pouring straight into the belly of the ghost king, and along with his body, it penetrated straight into the ground!

The smoke and dust were filled, and everyone present was terrified by the power of this blow.

However, an even stronger sense of crisis suddenly rose in Lan Ling's heart.

After she frowned, the expression on her beautiful face suddenly changed, "Turin, retreat quickly!"

It's late!

In the depths of the earth, the Ghost King's body rose from the ground, and there was not the slightest injury on his body, but instead showed a twisted sense of strength.

In each of his eyes, there was a destructive power that broke the rules, and what was even more suffocating was that within this destructive power, there was also the power of chaos, devouring, corrosion, and evil energy at the same time!

In the void, countless kinds of strange air currents that were invisible to the naked eye, like rivers and seas, were all sucked into the body of the ghost king.

Lan Ling vomited out a mouthful of purple blood, and only then did he finally see that the Heavenly Punishment Holy Spear that he had just poured out all his cultivation had been swallowed into his stomach by the Ghost King at will, like a string of sugar gourds!

The dense eyes of his abdomen had collapsed at some point, and after the flesh rolled and wriggled, it formed a hideous blood-colored mouth.

Lan Ling's scalp was numb.

At the moment of seeing this blood-colored giant mouth, Chen Zhijiang was also shocked by the heartstrings, almost broken.

Almost completely instinctive, he blurted out, "Bloodtooth Beast!"

As if in response to his words, the Ghost King's eyes exploded like light bulbs, leaving only a hideous giant eye on the top of his head, which was flashing with bursts of mysterious ghostly light, looking at Chen Zhijiang with deep meaning.

A chilling speculation immediately surfaced in Chen Zhijiang's mind.

Sensing the upheaval in the ghost king's body, the purple light on the ninety-nine capital's body skyrocketed, and without hesitation, it urged the body of the Shura Holy Clan, turning into a brilliant purple rain of fire, falling backwards rapidly.

The next moment, a fire ignited on everyone's body without warning.

This flame appeared extremely suddenly, completely unlike the creation of the universe, without any heat, but full of twisted chaos.

And the nourishment that supports the burning of these flames is not a physical object, but the elements and rules between heaven and earth!

A terrifying scream echoed through the heavens and the earth, just a dozen breaths, and Turin, who had been menacing before and had left countless legends in the Shura Realm, all died in this chaotic flame.

None survived!

Lan Ling spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the purple crystal in his eyebrows snapped to the ground, cracking one after another spider web-like cracks.

She looked directly at the Ghost King, and there was a tremor in her voice, "You...... Are you a Thousand-Eyed Ghost, a Bloodtooth Beast, or an Abyss Demon!?"

The Ghost King didn't answer her.

He had flaming horns on his head, dark green wings on his back, and a chaotic storm churning under his feet, a frenzied air flow surging around him.

Among the primeval evil clans, the different natural powers of all races are all gathered in his body at this moment.

Behind the Ghost King, a series of void cracks were generated, and thousands of twisted creatures began to fish out, each of which represented a completely different power and aura, and even the form was strange and different.

But they all have the same essence.

They're all primeval cults!

Outside the void, two sword lights broke through the void, one after the other.

"Stop him! Don't let him continue to merge!"

Before the sword arrived, a woman's voice that was sharper than the sword arrived first.