Wu Zu, there are no ghosts in the east.

It was also Tang Chen's cheap master, it turned out to be him, Tang Chen never expected it, his face became a little strange, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

When the monks around them heard these words, they all trembled, and their hearts were so depressed that they couldn't cry or laugh under the change of their faces.

"Martial Ancestor?hahaha...... Dong Wu Ghost, don't think that your Martial Ancestor is very powerful, you must know that in the eyes of my Northern Motian, your so-called Martial Ancestor identity is just a name!

Bei Motian waved his hands, and streams of black and red energy emerged from the palms of his hands, and in the blink of an eye, the powerful air currents surged with terrifying coldness.

The infinite momentum rushed and swept away, exploding and monstrous.

As if black clouds were coming over and about to kill him, his cold face turned up, and the cold killing intent swept and exploded, as if he was going to strangle Dong Wugui to pieces.

A terrifying cold light flew, and under the outbreak of infinite killing intent, the surging was boundless, and the terrifying momentum collapsed and pressed down, no matter how vast your magical power was, it would be useless.

Tang Chen's heart was shocked, and in the blink of an eye, a powerful momentum exploded, secretly worried about the cheap master Dong Wugui, if this cheap master had a good one, or if he couldn't beat the other party, then he wouldn't have any backing

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"Cheap Master, you must win! Now I rely on you!"

Once his identity is revealed, Bei Motian can kill him with just one hand, so his little life is still in the hands of the cheap master.

The resurrected Dong Wu Ghost suddenly moved in his hand, and a small purple sword suddenly flashed with a strange light.

"Nine Heavens Purple Sword, you still have it with you!"

Seeing the small purple sword that Dong Wugui took out, the purple lightning the size of his thumb slammed and entangled.

The small sword is only half a meter long, two fingers wide, and the whole body is purple.

The edge of the small sword was sharp, flashing with a cold light, this was an unusual small sword.

"Bei Motian, do you think that after so many years, plus the hundreds of millions of years that the Heavenly Tomb World has been frozen in, do you think I will not grow at all?"

Under the cold eyes, Dong Wugui stomped his feet slightly, and a majestic wave of aura suddenly spread around.

The small purple sword was clenched in his hand, and the true qi in his body suddenly poured in as if he didn't want money.

"Snort!"

The Nine Heavens Purple Sword seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and it had been replenished in some way, buzzing, high-spirited, and the purple light of the Dao Dao emanated from above, which was terrifying.

The Nine Heavens Purple Sword, absorbing the Nine Heavens Purple Qi as the source, is born and born.

"Beimotian, everyone knows you as a demon god, but few people still remember my martial ancestor, you were strong back then, and I have no ghosts in the east, but I am not a vegetarian, hehe......"

That's right, as a martial ancestor, Dongwu Ghost, his own strength is very strong, not to mention, the inner heaven and earth have long been perfected, and now he has been resurrected, in these hundreds of millions of years, he has not done nothing.

The Heavenly Tomb World has been frozen for hundreds of millions of years, and he has not only had a successor appear, but also comprehended a set of swordsmanship in a suspended animation.

There are only three swords in this set of swordsmanship, but the sword costs human life, and if you can't resist it, then you can only completely annihilate the world.

Tang Chen cautiously looked at the two sides who were fighting, the two powerhouses of the Martial God Realm were dry, and between the killings that you came and went, all kinds of methods emerged, and endless divine powers exploded.

The moment of strength, the horror and horror, revealing an incredible look, this is an opportunity to learn.

"Old ghost, do you think you have that so-called Nine Heavens Purple Sword that can turn the tables? Although this is a good treasure, it can't do me much harm!hahaha......"

Laughing, Bei Motian didn't care about all this at all, for others, although the Nine Heavens Purple Sword was a treasure, it was nothing to him.

Are you afraid of this? It's just a joke.

The corners of his mouth raised a sneer, revealing a chill, and the killing intent surged, and the infinity swept like a wave.

With both hands raised, the majestic rolling qi burst out in an instant, infinitely crushing, infinitely rioting, and shocking.

It's just that he couldn't have imagined that the set of swordsmanship that Dong Wugui, the martial ancestor, has comprehended over the years is enough to make you, the demon god of Beimotian, kneel and fight on the street

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"Demon God North Ferris? hehe...... I'll let you know why the flowers are so red!

The three-life sword technique I have comprehended is only three swords in total, but these three swords, can you still dodge the demon god Bei Motian?"

Bei Motian has always wanted his Nine Yin True Scripture, this is something that Dong Wu Ghost has known for a long time, Bei Motian wants to learn from the inner heaven and earth method of martial arts, and wants to expand his strength even more.

It's a pity that he didn't get it hundreds of millions of years ago, and now, he still won't get it.

Dong Wugui, the martial ancestor, how could he give him the opportunity to get the Nine Yin True Scripture?

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, people, ghosts, gods and demons have spirits, souls and spirits, divided into past lives, present lives and future lives!"

The Three-Life Sword Technique is a set of terrorist attacks that rely on the three aspects of the past life, this life, and the next life, and it is temporarily unsolvable.

He had comprehended for hundreds of millions of years, wasn't he just waiting for this moment? Now the opportunity had finally come, and Bei Motian was attracted to the space he had opened up.

This is also an opportunity for him.

"Snort!"

"Bang bang!"

A violent explosion suddenly sounded terrifyingly, and the huge sound was like a bell, and the endless terrifying qi wave seemed to be about to materialize in an instant.

On the Nine Heavens Purple Sword, the streamer was already changing, and a violent sound suddenly sounded, which was terrifying.

"What a powerful Nine Heavens Purple Sword, it seems that this old thing of Dong Wu Ghost didn't lie to me, his strength has actually improved a lot!"

Bei Motian's face suddenly became solemn, and his cold eyes flashed, if the cold changed, he would kill the sky completely.

With both hands grabbing at the void, a black and red hand grasp mark fell from the sky and landed directly on the top of Dong Wugui's head without warning, as if he was going to slap him into a meat pie.

It was quite a terrifying scene, it was really crazy and bloody, even those monks and Tang Chen who were watching around all changed their faces, and their hearts couldn't help but twitch.

As if the handprint was about to fall on him, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva secretly, and hurriedly found a safe place to dodge.

Even if the battle of the strong is good-looking, the premise is that there must be a small life, otherwise everything will be over.

His gaze changed uncertainly, and the dark robes around Dong Wu's body were agitated, majestic and mighty, and the momentum went straight into the sky.

"Boom!"

"Woohoo!"

A deafening sound kept ringing, which made people's hearts infinitely shocked, and under the terrifying look, Beimotian suddenly seemed to have discovered something.

"Old ghost, you...... You've come to ......."

Before Bei Motian's words could be fully spoken, he was directly enveloped by the terrifying sword light of Dong Wu Ghost.

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