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Blood slipped from the corners of the eyes of the Iron War King Tu Canghai, and if he used such a poisonous trick that was common to the gods and gods, he would naturally not be safe and sound, and he would also pay a certain price.

It's just that this price is too small compared to destroying a big city in Qingxia Sect and looting the heavy treasures in the city, and it is worth the price for him.

When the blood on the ground boiled like a pot of oil, and countless blood-colored soul shadows rose in the wind, Wang Zhenren's face completely changed, and a stream of reverse blood gushed out of his throat, and he swallowed it back.

"The shameless traitor actually used the cultivation spirit of tens of thousands of demons from the Thorn Dynasty as a medium to transform thousands of dead souls. Such an act of abandoning the generals under his command can only be done by waiting for these pigs and dogs. ”

Wang Zhenren was so angry that his white hair danced wildly, he never thought that the more than 10,000 demon clan ironclad wolf riders were just to get close to the city and squander their essence and blood to prepare for the Yin Corpse Curse.

Before the big array opened, the dead qi in the sky danced wildly, and in an instant, those dead souls slammed into the walls of the Dry Bone City, and the terrifying pressure made the faces of the three Purple Mansion Realm Monarchs in the city extremely blue.

With their cultivation, although they are not afraid of these dead souls, they can protect themselves.

But once the barrier is removed, the city gate will definitely be overwhelmed by countless dead souls, and if you want to open the great array again, it will be extremely difficult. What's more, these monks under the True Monarch behind them have no ability to resist the Yin Corpse Curse.

"Senior brother, what should I do, there are still hundreds of my sect monks struggling outside!"

A Purple Mansion powerhouse in the Dry Bone City asked anxiously, originally there were more than ten Purple Mansion Realm combat forces in the Dry Bone City, and six of them went to execute the beheading plan with the Sword Emperor Qu Jiangqiu, leaving less than half of the high-level combat power.

With their cultivation, it is already a little stretched to protect the city gate, and if they want to rescue some of the gate people outside the city, they are not able to catch it.

"True Disciples, are there still True Disciples in Dry Bone City who have not left with the Sword Emperor? ”

Inside the north city gate, an elder waved his hand to kill dozens of dead souls, and suddenly remembered that among the batch of trial disciples in the gate, there should be two Fengwang inner gates and one true disciple in the city.

"Mu Shan and Cheng Yue, the two inner gate kings, have already gone to the south gate to meet the enemy, and as for the new true disciple Emperor Yunxiao, it seems that he is in retreat. Soon, someone replied to the elder.

Wang Zhenren's heart was churning, one wrong step today, one wrong step.

The Iron War King of the Thorn Dynasty made it clear that he wanted to turn the Dry Bone City into a ghost city with the help of the Yin Corpse Curse, and for this reason, he did not hesitate to compensate for it with tens of thousands of elite iron horsemen of his own dynasty.

"Real person, it's not good, if you go on like this, the great array of my Dry Bone City has not yet opened, I'm afraid those bloody clouds and dead qi should break in. ”

"It's over, the more than 400 disciples outside the city can't be saved..."

The king of the North Gate Mansion, who was resisting the dead souls, looked at the sect monks who saw that there was no hope of returning to the city, turned around and killed again into the mist, and closed his eyes in pain.

"Iron War King, you will definitely die, and the Qingxia Ancient Sect is bound to set foot on your Thorn Dynasty!"

Wang Zhenren's momentum was overwhelming, and he suddenly roared, and the earthy yellow mana circle behind him skyrocketed, and a giant earth thorn suddenly appeared outside the city, piercing towards the depths of the mist.

On the extraterritorial battlefield, real people are angry, and millions of corpses are ambushed.

If these disciples were killed in frontal battle, then Wang Zhenren would not be angry even if he was sad in his heart.

However, seeing these heroic disciples dying in the fight with the dead souls, they couldn't even see the shadow of the demon cultivators of the Thorn Dynasty, it was too aggrieved and unwilling.

Wang Zhenren's heart ached, and he couldn't wait to cramp and peel off the skin of the Iron War King behind the scenes.

The giant spikes erupted in the mist with great lethality, and hundreds of spikes one zhang thick and three zhang high actually penetrated the flesh of many thorn dynasty demon clans.

Screams and curses rang out, and the hoarse and eerie voice of the Iron War King finally sounded in the fog.

"Wang Yusheng, don't shout! When the army of our dynasty breaks through the city of dry bones, this king will personally suppress and kill you, and light the sky lantern. ”

In the depths of the dark clouds, two crimson rays of light were faintly visible, and they turned out to be the eyes of the Iron War King, piercing through the layers of mist and shooting straight out.

Wang Zhenren's eyes were cold to the bone, and he snorted coldly, looking at the only sect disciple outside the city gate who had returned with a broken arm, his heart trembled, dripping blood.

Splitting out an incarnation, Wang Zhenren tore open a gap and pulled the seriously injured disciple into his mana enchantment, looking at the dying True Monarch disciple, his face was full of gloom.

"You, can you hold on?"

The returning disciple's face was full of panic, and his left arm was cut off by a sharp blade, revealing a white stubble that was constantly bleeding.

"Back to the real person, the disciple is fine, it's just..."

"Just what?" Wang Zhenren leaned down, trying to hear what the disciple was trying to say.

"It's just that real people are going to be in trouble!"

A contemptuous voice sounded, Wang Zhenren suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and with a backhand slap, he directly fanned the disciple out three feet away, and hit the city wall and exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Looking down, a pitch-black dagger was inserted into his lower abdomen, and Wang Zhenren spurted out a lot of crimson blood in one mouthful.

"The rune dagger of the Yin Corpse Curse! Iron War King, you really do everything you can, and you actually use such a subordinate method, which is simply a loss of face for the high monks. ”

Shen Nian swept the corpse of that disciple, Wang Zhenren roared hoarsely, that disciple had already died, and the reason why he could still stumble back was just because he was manipulated by the dead soul.

"It's not good, the real person has been plotted, you and a few others will quickly follow me to protect the real person. ”

Seeing that Wang Zhenren was injured, the surrounding half-step Purple Mansion elders who were in charge of guarding them were in a state of death, and their brains rushed over from both sides of the city wall, their faces extremely frightened.

Wang Zhenren looked at the pitch-black dagger that exuded death in his abdomen, his face was gloomy as water, for him who stepped into the realm of real people, this injury was originally only a small injury, but after adding the Yin Corpse Curse, it was a big disaster.

If the dead qi enters the body, even if it is the power of the Purple Mansion, it will be gradually eroded, if you don't want to damage the Dao Ji, then you must immediately sit cross-legged on the ground and get rid of the dead qi.

"What a calculation!"

At this moment, Wang Zhenren still didn't understand that the Iron Battle King didn't expect that sword to hit him hard, he just wanted to make him afraid and make a choice.

Once he chooses to preserve himself and get rid of the dead air, he will inevitably take back the barrier, and the main city gate will suffer.

To protect himself, or to protect the City of Dry Bones? Wang Zhenren was caught in a dilemma.

Wang Zhenren only hesitated for a moment, and there was a knife twist in his abdomen, and black blood actually flowed out along the scars, emitting a foul smell.