As soon as the thorn seeds hit the ground, they took root and sprouted in the ground, growing thick thorn vines, entwining the ghost king and a large number of together to form a huge cocoon composed of thorn vines and ghosts.

All the trapped could not break free from the thorn vines.

But in front of the ghost king, these thorn vines are meaningless......

The ghost king raised his hand with one hand, and the thorn vines wrapped around his arm were uprooted in an instant.

With a tear of both hands, the thorny vines wrapped around the abdomen were torn off like noodles.

With a random punch, a monk's head exploded like a watermelon, turning into countless rains of blood.

With a slight palm, the chest of a monk burst open on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, the Ghost King broke through the double obstacle of the thorn vine and the monk, as if he had broken through a fence made of paper.

At this moment, the middle-aged man with the sword on his back had already come not far from the ghost king, and was raising the array plate that was burning with blue flames.

The strongest blow is launched at this distance, and even if the Ghost King is fast, it will be difficult to dodge.

When all the arrays were condensed with aura one after another, the middle-aged man with his back sword felt a powerful power, and he was about to burst out with the momentum of a violent storm.

This blow, the middle-aged man with the sword on his back is bound to win!

Because this blow is not only his strongest blow, but also the last hope of everyone!

If this blow can't defeat the Ghost King, then all the people here will die.

It's a matter of success or failure.

He had to hit!

"Purple Flame Wave..".

At that moment, the ball of flames condensed in a high density exploded like a volcano, and at the extreme speed of supersonic speed, it exploded in the direction of the middle-aged man with the back sword, forming a powerful energy wave.

Rumble!

A bang!

The burst of flame energy blasted out and slammed into the Ghost King's body.

"Boom"!

There was a loud bang, and suddenly in front of the ghost king, a thick fog was stirred up.

"Did you kill the Ghost King?" the fat monk looked cautiously ahead.

"I don't know, I should have killed it."

"Haha, I don't have any defense, I just want to block my Purple Flame Wave." The middle-aged man with the sword on his back laughed.

"That ghost king will definitely die." The other monks, at this moment, all thought that the ghost king had died.

The Purple Flame Wave is the most powerful spell in the middle age of the back sword, I don't know how many times more powerful than other people's spells, even if the middle age of the back sword is in a hurry, it is definitely not the ghost king who can follow.

After all, fire spells are the biggest nemesis of ghosts.

At this moment, all the monks erupted in a loud cheer.

Now that they are middle-aged with swords in their backs, they have already killed the ghost king, and they have won this battle.

They've managed to save a life.

"Be careful". The fat monk suddenly cried out in astonishment.

Just when everyone thought that the ghost king would definitely die, they saw that one of the ghost claws directly broke through the dust and killed the middle-aged man with the sword on his back.

"This isn't true, is it?" The yellow-clothed monk looked ahead in surprise, he didn't expect that the Ghost King would be able to directly break through the Purple Flame Wave.

"The Purple Flame Wave is my most powerful move, how could it be broken so easily?"

"Isn't the Purple Flame Wave in the Ghost King's hand?" a monk pointed to the Ghost King's hand in astonishment.

Many monks hurriedly looked at the Ghost King, only to see that at this moment, the Ghost King was grabbing a flame with his hand, and quickly threw it towards the middle-aged man with his sword on his back.

"Not good". The middle-aged man with his back sword shouted loudly and quickly dodged into the distance.

Rumble!

Only a deafening explosion was heard.

The raging flames turned into terrifying energy turbulence the moment they hit the ground, and they suddenly swept away in all directions!

The dirt on the ground was instantly crushed by the terrifying energy, turning into countless pieces of rubble that floated off the ground, shooting out with the shock wave and the scorching air wave.

"Bang..". The middle-aged man with the sword on his back who was closest to the ghost king was directly affected by the energy turbulence that exploded, and he was so shocked that he vomited blood and flew out.

In the process of flying upside down, the clothes on his body were twisted into pieces by the turbulent flow of energy, and his body was cut into countless bloody holes.

And the obese monk, the yellow-clothed friar, and the others, who were far away, were also shocked by the bursting energy turbulence.

Only the strong man, with the hard armor of his whole body, forcibly carried the destruction of the energy turbulence.

After the energy turbulence swept through, the surrounding ground had become unrecognizable. The stone floors within a radius of ten meters have been stripped away, revealing bare soil.

As soon as the middle-aged man with his back sword fell to the ground, and before he could catch his breath, the ghost king's sharp claws slashed towards his body.

The middle-aged man with the sword on his back had to endure the great pain in his body, and a carp rolled to avoid it.

But!

The speed of the ghost king was too fast, and the middle-aged man with the sword on his back still couldn't avoid it after all, and his legs were cut off by the ghost king's claws, and even the ground formed an incision half a meter deep!

The middle-aged man with his sword on his back lay at the feet of the ghost king and howled miserably, dragging his blood-drenched body on the ground with his hands, crawling forward in pain, the scene was extremely miserable.

The ghost king stepped on the middle-aged man with his back sword, and raised his claws high, ready to finish him off with one claw.

"No...... Please...... Let me go!" The middle-aged man with his sword on his back cried and begged, at this time, where was he still like the domineering seven-fold cultivator before?

When the ghost king ended his middle-aged life with his sword, the obese monk quietly slipped out of the ancient tomb, ready to take the opportunity to escape.

"Want to escape?!"

The moment the sound fell, the ghost king stepped out, turned into a phantom and galloped towards the strong man, and in a blink of an eye, he came in front of the fat monk, and slammed a thunderous punch on the fat monk's chest.

The fat monk's entire chest was exaggeratedly sunken, and the indestructible oracle bone burst open in an instant, and the shattered internal organs mixed with blood shot out violently.

A large mouthful of blood mist erupted from the obese monk's mouth, and his body flew upside down like a broken kite, completely unresponsive when he fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, all the monks were so frightened that their legs weakened, and they collapsed directly to the ground, unable to escape at all.

At the scene, everyone's faces were as dead as ashes, and their expressions were completely desperate.

Even the middle-aged and obese monks with swords on their backs have completely failed?

The enemy in front of you is simply incomprehensible!

Whether it is Wang Da Hammer, or the middle-aged with a sword on his back, or an obese monk, all the strong qi cultivators present are like chickens and dogs in front of the enemy in front of them, and there is no difference.

It's all one move, and it's all in seconds!

Who else?

In the entire ancient tomb, who else can fight against it?

It's over!

Dead!

It's completely out of the way now!

No one survived, no one escaped.

All are going to die!

"Damn, why did I come to this place! I don't want to die!"

"How can this ghost king be so powerful!"

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