"Woohoo!"

Twelve coffins, with long bare tails, roared towards the edge of the Golden Tiger City, and before they could get close, sharp chains flew out of it.

"Wow!"

The blood spear was entangled in chains, and in the eyes of the Blood Demon General, a blood-colored light flashed, and a thick blood qi suddenly swept through its body.

"Spiritual skill, blood blade spin!"

In Yang Feng's shouting, the dense blood-colored arc of light, like a sharp blade, rotated rapidly with the Blood Demon General as the center, striking those viper-like chains and constantly retreating.

"In the end, it is the proud disciple of the sect master, I don't know how much stronger than Tang Hu's waste. A hoarse strange laugh rang out from the coffin, hovering above the sky: "But you still can't escape death!"

The Blood Demon General is indeed an eighth-order spirit beast, but there are twelve spirit beasts hidden in the coffin.

Huge quantitative disparities, sometimes, are enough to affect the outcome of a battle.

"King of the Nights. Xiao Yang let out a low shout, and the King of Ten Thousand Nights carried a long black qi, and the sickle blade in his hand shone with a fierce light, slashing fiercely on top of a coffin.

"Boom!"

A crisp muffled sound came out.

Where the scythe slashed, there was not even a single opening left!

"Mysterious Beast King of Ten Thousand Nights?" The voice in the coffin was a little surprised: "Boy, if I guess correctly, you should be Xiao Yang." ”

"Your nonsense, it's too much. Xiao Yang said lightly.

Now he just wanted to hurry up and force the sect master of the Blood Luo Sect and the so-called three elders in blood clothes, and after solving them all, go to the back mountain to get the Ice Spirit Stone.

"Hey, boy, you shouldn't have come. The voice of Yin Measurement sounded again: "Xuan Beast, although it is a good thing, but it takes too much time to cultivate, for the sect master, becoming a strong spirit king is the most important thing, it is said that a Xuan Beast can extract three hundred drops of essence blood." ”

"Three mysterious beasts, that's nine hundred drops. ”

Another coffin, slightly shaken.

"With the ninety-two drops that have been obtained, after killing this kid and Yang Feng, you should be able to catalyze the blood Luo heart. ”

"After killing them, I don't know what reward the sect master will give us, hehe. ”

A mysterious beast, three hundred drops of essence blood?

Xiao Yang's complexion changed without a trace.

Like, there's something wrong.

"You miscellaneous people who only have essence and blood in their hearts, the Blood Luo Sect will be destroyed because of you!" Yang Feng's face was filled with violent anger: "Blood Demon will ......"

"Wait. ”

Stretching out his hand to stop Yang Feng, Xiao Yang said coldly: "Is it interesting for a person to talk to himself." It took a lot of thought to refine the twelve spirit demon puppets. ”

air, slightly stagnant.

"Spirit puppet, what do you mean?" Yang Feng looked at Xiao Yang in confusion.

"The twelve coffins are not real spirit beasts, they exist with empty breath, but they have no life, I think, except for spirit puppets, it is difficult to have other spirit beasts. Xiao Yang raised his head and looked at the top of the formation: "Pretending to be a ghost in front of a six-rank Dan master, don't you think it's a bit redundant." ”

"Wow!"

The blood-colored spiritual power was surging in the sky, Yang Feng's eyes were slightly cold, and an old man in a bloody robe slowly descended from it, driven by a pair of Peng wings, and lightly stepped on the coffin in front.

The old man was described as withered, with two cloudy old eyes, deep and vicissitudes.

"No spiritual power?" Yang Feng's face swelled with a slight shock.

This old man didn't have half of his spiritual power.

Even the spiritual gate was not opened!

"You're right, I don't have spiritual powers. The old man glanced at Yang Feng and Xiao Yang, and the corners of his mouth showed a little self-deprecation: "Do you think that I am a waste?"

"Without spiritual power, how can it be ......" Yang Feng still couldn't believe it.

An old man who wasn't even a spirit disciple killed Tang Hu, who was a seventh-order spirit emperor?

It's a fantasy.

"You're amazing. With a long exhale, Xiao Yang said seriously.

It's hard to imagine how a person who doesn't even have spiritual power can rely on his own perseverance to become a five-grade array mage, and that pair of Pengyi is also made by a simple formation.

The subtlety of Peng Wing, although it is not as good as the secret techniques such as quicksand wings, is still very powerful.

As long as the material is sufficient, it can be mass-produced!

Without spiritual power, the perception of the formation will undoubtedly be lowered by several levels.

If this old man can open the spiritual gate, I am afraid that there will be an unprecedented formation master in the northern region today.

"No matter how powerful it is, what's the use. The old man's face was a little moved, and he immediately shook his head with a wry smile: "Because I couldn't open the spiritual gate, I was regarded as a waste in the family since I was a child, and suffered humiliation, and after the death of my parents, I was driven out of the family and wandered on the mainland. ”

"With such a powerful formation technique in hand, why do you have to serve the Blood Luo Sect. Xiao Yang frowned slightly, this old man, even if he went to the four small peaks, it would not be difficult to get into the seat of an elder.

Anyway, do these dirty things.

"Since I killed the first person for the Blood Luo Sect, I can't stop it, those famous big forces, how can they see a scum like me, not everyone who makes a mistake can be forgiven. ”

It seemed that Xiao Yang's admission made the old man's heart feel a little loose, and he smiled self-deprecatingly: "I can see that among the twelve coffins, all of them are spirit puppets, you are the first, do it, as long as I destroy these spirit puppets, I will withdraw from the Blood Luo Sect, and it is time to pay off the favors owed to the sect master." ”

"Good. Xiao Yang nodded solemnly and looked at Yang Feng beside him: "You can retreat for the time being, I will come to this battle myself." ”

"The people of the Blood Luo Sect are not trustworthy. Yang Feng was a little worried.

"It's fine. ”

Seeing Xiao Yang's persistence, Yang Feng sighed lightly, and then withdrew hundreds of zhang.

"You don't plan to use the Thunder Emperor Master?" the old man asked in surprise.

"The attributes of the Thunder Emperor Master have a strong restraint on the blood attributes, I am afraid that these twelve coffins of yours will not be able to stand its kick. Xiao Yang smiled faintly, and the scythe blade in the hand of the King of Ten Thousand Nights pointed obliquely at the earth, shining with a cold cold light.

"Then you're welcome. The old man's rickety body straightened up, and the soles of his feet stepped suddenly: "Blood chain, blood snake entanglement!"

"Whoa!"

In a crisp sound, the chains twitched rapidly, intertwining with each other, like the bloody mouth of a giant snake, tearing towards the Thunder Emperor Master.

It's not a psychic skill.

It's a formation.

But its lethality is close to the high imperial dome level!

His eyes were raised slightly, and Xiao Yang's low cheer resounded through the sky.

"Thunder Emperor, Thunder Flash!"

(End of chapter)