Seeing the ghosts and corpses of the gods, it was as if they were stuck in a quagmire, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't get rid of those spirits like maggots on tarsal bones.

The six-headed Miaoyin toad also ran out to fight the autumn wind, hugging the body of the ghost corpse and gnawing continuously, but their teeth didn't look very good, and it was quite difficult to bite.

The human slave imprint in Zheng Xian's soul disintegrated at this time, and it came out of Zheng Xian's soul like smoke and dissipated.

Obviously, with the help of the Swamp Pond Magic Mirror, Zheng Xian already had the means to destroy the human slave brand, and he didn't need to rely on Beng Niang, the Swamp Pond Magic Mirror could help Zheng Xian do this and erase the human slave brand.

Zheng Xianben didn't set a trap, but when the spirit of the ghost corpse sneaked into Zheng Xian's body and began to communicate with the human slave brand, Wu Wu in the armor discovered the whereabouts of the ghost corpse for the first time, and from that time on, Zheng Xian pondered how to yin this little holy ghost corpse.

Zheng Xian once made a vow to smash the Yin Poison Palace, shatter the Yin Poison Mountain, and bury the Yin Poison Gate with his own hands.

Fortunately, if there is no presence, he can sense the slightest invasion of the divine soul, otherwise with Zheng Xian's cultivation, I am afraid that he would have been succeeded by the ghost corpse a long time ago.

The ghost corpse was the beginning of his wish. Zheng Xian has a deep hatred for the Yin Poison Gate, as long as there is a slight opportunity, Zheng Xian will not let go of anyone from the Yin Poison Gate.

Zheng Xian can repay his kindness tenfold, and he can also take revenge tenfold!

Zheng Xian pushed the boat down the river and lured the ghost corpse into his body, like catching a turtle in an urn, although the ghost corpse was powerful, but the tens of thousands of gods and souls conceived in the swamp pond magic mirror rushed up and desperately devoured the ghost corpse, which also made the ghost corpse unbearable.

After all, the ghost corpse is the great monk at the apex of the Gangcheng realm, although he can't shake off tens of thousands of divine souls to bite, but he will definitely not be eaten by these divine souls for a while, and even these divine souls can't completely eat his divine soul, after all, the ghost corpse is the best at refining souls, and he is familiar with the weaknesses of divine souls, and his own divine souls have also been carefully refined, which is far more powerful than ordinary great cultivators with extreme gangqi.

At this time, a red round mirror slowly appeared on the top of the ghost corpse's head, and the gods and souls who had originally gnawed at the ghost corpse turned into sharp barbs one after another, hooking the ghost corpse's soul and dragging it towards the red swamp magic mirror.

The ghost corpse has seen this piece that has devoured the blood of the True Monarch and the Red Mirror Master, so he naturally knows the power of this swamp pond magic mirror.

The ghost corpse immediately let out a roar and struggled desperately.

But the soul is not the flesh after all, the body can use magical means, and even use magic weapons to attack the enemy, although the soul of the ghost corpse is far harder than the condensation of those souls that drag him, but after all, it still loses to the huge number of opponents.

The spirits of the ghosts were dragged into the magic mirror of the swamp step by step by those spirits, like a person trapped in a swamp, and all struggles were useless.

As the ghost corpse's spirit sank into the mirror, the light of the swamp pond magic mirror instantly dimmed.

The Swamp Pond Magic Mirror flew back into Zheng Xian's palm, and became pale for a moment, and the original blood-red color dissipated at this time, this time the Swamp Pond Magic Mirror was truly silent, and completely entered the state of turtle breath.

Obviously, the soul of the ghost corpse is not so easy to refine, and at this time, the Swamp Pond Magic Mirror should be running at full strength, refining the soul of the ghost corpse.

After all, the Swamp Pond Magic Mirror has a limit, he has devoured the Blood Pool True Monarch and the Red Mirror Master, these two superb monks have already supported the Swamp Pond Magic Mirror to the full, at this time, it is extremely difficult to accommodate the ghost corpse's divine soul, and although the blood Pool True Monarch and the flesh of the Red Mirror Master have been refined, but the divine soul is still struggling in the depths of the swamp pond of the Swamp Pond Magic Mirror, otherwise the Blood Mention True Monarch and the Red Mirror Master's divine soul will be integrated into those mirror souls, becoming one of the tens of thousands of screaming divine souls, and will be envoyed by Zheng Xian at will.

The reason why the Swamp Pond Magic Mirror fell silent when it entered Zheng Xian's palm before was because the Swamp Pond Magic Mirror was stepping up the refining of the two divine souls, but unfortunately Zheng Xian encountered a great killing opportunity in the blink of an eye, and the Swamp Pond Magic Mirror was barely activated.

It can be said that at this time, the Swamp Magic Mirror is already in full operation.

Fortunately, the Swamp Pond Magic Mirror has devoured the flesh and all the vitality of the two Great Monks, and has enough savings, otherwise, if there is no Great Monk to infuse the vitality power or Gang Qi to fill the consumption, at this time, the Swamp Pond Magic Mirror will only spit out these three divine souls, or be exploded by these three divine souls.

The battle between the gods and souls seems to be a long time, but in fact, in terms of the physical body, it is just a matter of an instant, from Zheng Xian's mouth to the words of the little saint ghost corpse to Zheng Xian's complete recovery, it is just a few breaths of time.

Zheng Xian's eyes returned to clarity, and he looked around at the Dragon Tiger Danmen Monk who looked at him with a look of surprise and caution, and said, "Don't worry, I have already killed that little holy ghost corpse!"

Yes?

Does this sound a bit mysterious, making people dizzy?

Why is it so like a cowhide that wakes up in the morning and blows in a state where the head is not awake?

Can the little holy ghoul be killed by Zheng Xian so easily?

The monks of the Dragon Tiger Danmen didn't dare to believe it if they wanted to.

What they didn't know was that at this time, outside the space porcelain magic weapon of the cracked earth, not too far away, the body of the little holy ghost corpse suspended above a gust of yin wind and mist suddenly fell from the air, and was picked up by the panicked disciples of the Yin Poison Sect, and all kinds of spells were used to rescue them, but all of them had no effect, so that the disciples of the Yin Poison Sect were all crazy, rushing towards the porcelain magic weapon that was cracked in the space.

They specialize in playing with the divine soul, and naturally know what happened to the little holy ghost corpse at this time, they don't believe that the divine soul of the ghost corpse will be destroyed so easily, as long as the divine soul of the ghost corpse is retrieved, the ghost corpse can be rescued.

The ghost corpse was too confident, and it didn't leave a single divine soul to guard the body, and all of its brains were thrown into Zheng Xian's body, but on the other hand, how could the ghost corpse believe that he had lost so badly, and he didn't even have the slightest chance to escape back to the divine soul?

With a loud bang, the space porcelain was struck by a huge force, and it shook violently, like a giant hammer striking a bell, shaking the disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Danmen who were in the space porcelain.

Zhenggong Zhenjun ignored all the changes in the outside world, and stared at Zheng Xian carefully with a pair of eyes.

Zheng Xian Dao Zhenggong Zhenjun was thinking something, and immediately released the divine soul, Zheng Xian's human slave brand is a kind of divine soul brand, which is engraved on the divine soul, Zheng Xian is not a human slave of the Yin Poison Gate, showing the divine soul, it is clear at a glance.

Sure enough, Zheng Xian's soul was not branded as a slave, or the brand of a human slave had been refined, no matter what Zheng Xian had done before, he was no longer a member of the Yin Poison Sect from now on.

Zhenggong Zhenjun nodded slightly, when life and death are at stake, it is not the time to delve into these, but it is because Zhenggong Zhenjun has increased the vitality of the gate of the immortal path.

The Gate of the Immortal Dao began to grow at an accelerated pace.

At this moment, a muffled bang came again, and with it, in addition to the huge tremor and shaking, there was also a light.

It was as if an eggshell had been knocked open, and the sunlight from outside poured in.

Zhenggong Zhenjun and other monks of the Dragon and Tiger Danmen couldn't help but be overjoyed, they were worried that those spatial cracks were constantly cracking, and they were constantly cutting towards them, the most terrifying thing about the space cutting was that nothing could defend against this kind of cutting, the magic weapon magic power encountered the space cutting, it would be cut off, even if some magic weapons were surprisingly powerful, the space cutting could completely skip this defensive magic weapon, and they Dragon Tiger Danmen had no good way to fight against such a space cutting.

Obviously, it is much easier to break the porcelain from the outside than from the inside.

One by one, the monks of the Dragon and Tiger Danmen all flew out of the broken space porcelain.

At this time, Zhenggong Zhenjun and the others saw clearly that the original Ripping Earth was fighting with the disciples of the Yin Poison Sect.

This space porcelain was chiseled open by an elder from the Yin Poison Gate who came with the little holy ghost corpse.

Seeing that the disciples of the Yin Poison Sect and the disciples of the Creation Immortal Sect were fighting, Zhenggong Zhenjun hurriedly took the disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Danmen to escape by taking advantage of the chaos.

Unexpectedly, the two sides who were originally fighting fiercely saw the disciples of the Dragon Tiger Danmen coming out of the space porcelain, and immediately stopped the fight, one after the other, surrounded the Dragon Tiger Danmen in the middle, and categorically did not leave them any chance to escape.

The face of the elder of the Yin Poison Sect was already like a dead corpse, and at this time, there was more condensation: "Hand over the soul of my little saint of the Yin Poison Gate." ”

Hearing this, the disciples of the Dragon Tiger Dan Sect believed Zheng Xian's words that he had already killed the little saint ghost corpse.

In shock, Qi Shushu looked at Zheng Xian, his eyes seemed to be looking at a monster covered in thorns.

Masamiya Zhenjun nodded, revealing the expression that this broom star really did.

Basically, Zhenggong Zhenjun has figured it out, the more he wants to kill Zheng Xian, the worse he will die, fortunately, Zheng Xian entered their Dragon Tiger Dan Gate, they were not prepared to chop Zheng Xian to pieces, and they have always remained kind, otherwise I am afraid they will not have a chance to stand here at all.

I'm so glad I am, I'm so glad I am!

Zhenggong Zhenjun has stopped pouring vitality into the gate of the Immortal Dao, and originally thought that there was a chance to escape, but now it seems that the chance is slim.

It was the true monarch of the main palace who began to re-infuse the immortal path gate with the power of vitality, if he didn't dare to infuse a large dose of it for fear of shattering this immortal path gate, the surrounding monks would shoot together, and the immortal path gate would be opened in an instant.

Of course, the elders of the Yin Poison Gate know what the True Monarch of the Dao Dao Zhenggong is going to do, and the ripper is not an illiterate guy, even if he doesn't know the existence of the Dao Immortal Dao Gate, but seeing that the Immortal Dao Jade Gate is gradually expanding, there are strange fluctuations inside, and he also instantly knows that this is to communicate with the mortal world.

The ripping soil lost his mind for a moment, it turns out that there are still such treasures in the world?

The green tendons on the forehead of the ripping soil immediately jumped up, no matter what, he had to settle this treasure.

If you can freely communicate between the mortal world and the fairy world, for a sect, it is to grasp the opportunity, and the benefits are endless. Compared to the Gate of the Immortal Dao, the Bronze Divine Wood has become irrelevant.

In Rift's eyes, the mortal world is like a big breeding farm, and the billions of Terrans are definitely a very large number. If the Creation Immortal Sect included this part of the population in the gate, would there still be enemies in the entire world?

Moreover, every sect is trying to find a way to return to the mortal world, and almost all the immortal cultivators know that this immortal realm will die completely in a short time, and when the time comes, they will die together with the immortal realm. With the Gate of the Immortal Dao, you will have the opportunity to take the lead! Maybe you can find a way to let the monks above the Dancheng level return to the mortal world.

Baby!

Ripping Earth made a judgment in an instant, and without saying a word, he rushed towards the gate of the Immortal Dao. This baby will arrive as soon as possible, and you will be at ease as soon as possible.

Not to be outdone, the Great Elder of the Yin Poison Gate on the opposite side turned into dozens of shadows and rushed over.

Seeing that the gate of the Immortal Dao still has a few breaths before it can be fully opened, and this counting time can do too many things for a Gang Qi level cultivator!

Zhenggong Zhenjun suddenly spoke: "Door master, I'm here to open the way for you!"

As he spoke, Zhenggong Zhenjun threw a pill that had been prepared into his mouth, and then Zhenggong Zhenjun's face turned red with a sickly demonic face, and with a swing of his big sleeves, air currents swept out of his body, like two tornadoes entangled the sleeves of Zhenggong Zhenjun, and Zhenggong Zhenjun's figure floated up, like a god, guarding the gate of the fairy road.

At this time, the gate of the Immortal Dao was on the verge of opening, and a pitch-black vortex slowly rotated inside, which was the road to the mortal world.

The great cultivators of the Gangqi realm of the Dragon and Tiger Danmen came out one after another, next to each other, like a knife and gun poking horizontally into the ground, and a ball firmly protected the entire Immortal Dao Gate behind them.

Pure water bit his lip fiercely, and took a deep look at the Zhenggong Zhenjun with a strong breath and a flying beard, at this time, the Zhenggong Zhenjun was majestic, like a majestic god's mansion, inviolable, and the appearance of the good old man before was simply incomparable.

Pure water splattered blood on his lips, and without saying a word, he turned his head and got into the gate of the immortal path.

There was a muffled sound behind Zheng Xian, and the bodies of several disciples of the Dragon Tiger Dan Sect of the Gang Qi Realm shattered, but the gap they let out was immediately filled by other cultivators of the Dragon and Tiger Dan Sect.

At this moment, this is the hardest egg in the world, the Dragon and Tiger Dan Sect's Jiedan disciples and fractal disciples, etc., burrowing into the Immortal Dao Gate without saying a word.

There was silence, no goodbye, and no goodbye.

Seeing that the Gangqi monks guarding the gate of the Immortal Dao were dying one by one, Zheng Xian, who was going to be the last to leave, was kicked into the gate of the Immortal Dao by Gu Yu Zhenren, and the laughter of the true monarch of the main palace came from behind him, desolate and distant, heroic and uninhibited.

The true monarch of the main palace, who has been guarding all his life, finally found his immortal nature at the last moment, who wants to be stepped on by others for the rest of his life? Who wants to always suffer a loss?

Without the shackles of the sect, Masanomiya Zhenjun regained his identity.