The twelve ghost cultivators, their eyes glazed over, their faces full of horror, and the extraordinary golden light posed a deep threat to them. They felt that under that golden light, even the strongest people at the peak of foundation building could not be safe and sound. If they faced the golden light, I am afraid that they would be like those eight thousand powerful ghosts, directly dissolving, and their souls would not be able to escape.

"You twelve ghost cultivators, next, you can die with peace of mind. ”

Chen Hao's eyes were cold, and he spoke softly, as if the Grim Reaper had pronounced a sentence.

The voice came out, and it directly brought Tianzhi and the other twelve ghosts back to their senses, and their eyes showed frightened fluctuations.

"Tianzhi, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Souls has been defeated, what should we do?"

"Hurry up and find a way! Now, I'm afraid I can't stop this kid!"

"When I saw that golden light, my whole body trembled. ”

......

Cheng Yu and the other eleven ghost cultivators, when they heard Chen Hao's words, their faces were terrified, and they quickly turned their heads and shouted anxiously at Tianzhi.

"Hey, I'm afraid we won't be able to escape today, and now, what we need to think about is probably how to send the true information of this kid Chen Hao back to the Eight Great Sects!"

The old monk of Tianzhi flickered, glanced at Chen Hao, waved the vajra to resist the sword, and then said: "Once this kid Chen Hao returns to the Central Plains, he will definitely use the state machine to exterminate the eight major sects and various small and medium-sized sects, and at that time, the consequences are unimaginable!"

"This ......"

Cheng Yu and the other eleven ghost cultivators glanced at each other, all of them were silent, they all knew that what the old monk Tianzhi said was good, if they couldn't escape, if the whole army was wiped out here, then not only could the information that Chen Hao was in the middle stage of foundation building not be transmitted, but even the news that Chen Hao knew that the eight major sects and various small and medium-sized sects were ghost cultivators could not be transmitted.

Once these two pieces of news can't get out, the consequences will be extremely serious, after all, there are still more than twenty days before the implementation of the Yama Realm's great plan, and during this period, it is necessary to preserve the strength before it can succeed.

"Now, we have to make sure one person escapes, and then bring the news back to the sect. Let the various sects be prepared. ”

Tianzhi's eyes flashed with green, and when he saw that everyone was silent, he immediately spoke, and said, "Who do you think is more appropriate to break through?"

"Tianzhi, your cultivation is the strongest among us, and you have reached the peak of the early stage of foundation building, if you come to break through, you will definitely have a greater grasp. ”

Cheng Yu's eyes flashed green, he groaned for a while, looked up at the old monk Tianzhi, and said.

"That's right, Tianzhi, your cultivation is high enough, and after breaking through, it will also have a great effect on the great cause of my Yama realm. ”

"I agree with what Lao Cheng said. ”

"I feel like it's just decided, get out of it before Chen Hao's kid makes a move. ”

......

When the other ten ghost cultivators heard Cheng Yu's words, they also nodded in agreement, and they did not hesitate at all in front of the great cause of the Yama Realm.

"Okay, in that case, I'll break through. ”

The old monk of Tianzhi glanced at Cheng Yu and the other eleven ghost cultivators, and he didn't pretentiously, he responded directly, and then said: "You all give me your soul seeds, and when Yama Daozun returns, I ask Daozun to pull you out of the River Styx." ”

"Thank you!"

Cheng Yu and the others thanked him, and then his body moved, and he directly arrived at the Tianzhi old monk's side, and from the center of their foreheads and eyebrows, green light spots flew out, and they were caught in the palm of the Tianzhi old monk's hand.

"Edict!"

Chen Hao commanded the dance with his two-handed swords, dismantling the formed death sword net, and turned it into forty-nine swords again.

Forty-nine swords followed the swing of the sword fingers, lined up around the twelve ghost cultivation, forming a huge circle, the power complemented each other, connected into one, the sword pointed at the twelve ghost cultivation, exuding terrifying fluctuations, and there was a rhythm of stabbing to death without saying a word.

"Gather attacks, specialize in a point, and break through!"

The old monk of Tianzhi watched Chen Hao change the sword formation, his eyes flashed green, and he glanced at Cheng Yu and the other eleven ghost cultivators.

"Let's work together and break through!"

"Good!"

"Understood!"

......

Cheng Yu and the other eleven ghost cultivators nodded covertly, surrounded Tianzhi in the middle, and then lifted the ghost weapon in his hand, condensed the ghost power of the whole body, injected it into the ghost weapon, and urged the blade.

"Break through?"

Chen Hao smiled coldly, raised his sword finger, and volleyed at the forty-nine swords. Suddenly, the sword light was agitated, the sword qi returned to the intestines, and it was violently moved, and they stabbed towards the twelve ghost cultivators in the center together.

"Kill!"

Cheng Yu roared, raised the ghost weapon with a flickering blade in his hand, and slashed down fiercely in one direction of the encirclement formed by the forty-nine swords, and the pitch-black blade directly collided with the sword of one of the forty-nine swords.

"Boom!"

A monstrous loud noise rose up, turning into ripples like water waves, surging in all directions.

Just one breath.

"Click!"

The pitch-black blade was shattered, and even the sword it slashed was a little dim.

However, after Cheng Yu's blow, it was Huashan Huang Yao, who was carrying a pitch-black ghost sword, the sword was pitch black, and from top to bottom, it was also towards the sword that Cheng Yu had chopped.

"Boom!"

The pitch-black sword slashed directly at the dim Heavenly Thunder Sword Split Sword and directly erupted into a powerful roar, and then saw that the pitch-black sword and the Sky Thunder Sword Split Sword and Sword were facing each other for a while, and the two collapsed together.

"Chance!"

Tianzhi and the other twelve ghost cultivators, seeing the Heavenly Thunder Sword Sword Splitting Sword collapse, the green light in his eyes suddenly lit up, and he was just about to break out of that gap, but in an instant, he heard Chen Hao, who was above them, snort coldly.

"Is it so easy to break through here!"

Chen Hao waved his hands, and one after another pointed out, and the gap that had just appeared was blocked by another sword in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the sword rays in a circle became more dense as they approached the twelve ghost cultivators, and they could even feel the unparalleled sword power on the remaining forty-eight swords. If Chen Hao was allowed to narrow the encirclement, it was only a matter of time before they died.

"It's definitely not okay to drag on like this, we can only burn our lives and gamble with all our might!"

Tianzhi watched as the dense sword light surrounded them in a small circle, and suddenly opened his mouth and roared loudly.

"Okay! We will lay down our lives to break through his encirclement!"

Cheng Yu and the other eleven ghost cultivators nodded fiercely.

Then, their bodies shook suddenly, and a violent heat emanated from their bodies, and gradually, the heat boiled, forming a black flame on Cheng Yu and the other eleven ghost cultivators, extremely enchanting and extremely blazing.

"Roaring fire!"

"Burn my body!"

"For my lord!"

"Why die dead!"

......

Cheng Yu and other eleven ghost cultivators spoke in unison, extremely tragic.

Immediately see.

In the midst of the tragic sound, their bodies slowly melted, turning into eleven balls of pitch-black liquid containing explosive power, and slowly moved towards each other.

to the end.

Eleven groups of pitch-black liquid containing terrifying energy converged in front of the old monk of Tianzhi.