Thousands of graves were billowing with black mist, which seemed to be attracted and rushed madly towards the middle.

All the disciples of the Soul Tomb crossed their knees on the ground, pouring out the vitality in their bodies, forming a formation to wrap Xin Qijie and the others in it.

The black mist that emerged from the ground, like tentacles with teeth and claws, rippled out a circle of black qi waves, sweeping a radius of ten zhang.

When the black air flow swept towards Xin Qi Festival, the momentum that emanated from his body directly shook the black qi wave into powder.

Four or five figures covered in black mist walked in, holding spears and long knives, and the vitality in the formation poured into their bodies like a tide, and the momentum around them climbed, and the weapons in their hands flashed with dazzling light, attacking Xin Qijie and the others.

With the strength of Xin Qijie and the others, the Soul Returning Tomb Tomb Tomb Master will not come out, even if it is the Great Elder Soul Thousand Anger of the Soul Returning Tomb, he will not be able to deal with them with the help of the formation.

"Let's fight quickly so that we can kill the owner of the Soul Tomb. Looking at the four or five figures that shot in, Xin Qijie's powerful momentum burst out, and the vitality in his body rolled out like magma, bursting out with dazzling two-color brilliance, gathering a giant sword in mid-air, and slashing at the shot figure.

The man looked at the slashed giant sword, the black spear in his hand rose into the sky, and the majestic air flow rolled through, turning into a black Howling Moon Sky Wolf, facing the giant sword. But when it came into contact with the giant sword, the Howling Moon Wolf exploded into pieces on the spot, and the black spear in the man's hand burst open, looking at the giant sword cut off in horror, and his body was directly cut in half.

Except for the owner of the Soul Returning Tomb, he was afraid that no one was the opponent of Xin Qijie, so he killed a martial artist in the late stage of the Small Creation Realm.

Soul Qianfu saw Xin Qijie make a move, his eyes shrank slightly, and his heart was full of horror, it had only been a long time since he saw it, how strong was Xin Qijie's strength! As he spoke, he jumped into the pit.

The sound of everyone's vitality exploding, when it spread, was like a thunderbolt exploding, resounding throughout the sky.

The strength of Jing Wuyi and the others is all around the Small Creation Realm, except for Leng Qianqiu in the middle stage of the Small Creation Realm, everyone is in the late stage of the Small Creation Realm, such a strong lineup is also a rare lineup in the Douxuan Empire.

Although the strength of the elders of the Soul Returning Tomb is good, it is still much worse than Jing Wuyi and the others!

Leng Qianqiu's Ice Jiao Spear and Xue Qingyang's Water Fire Jade Spirit Spear pierced the opponent's throat at the same time, and with a slight shock to his arm, the opponent flew out miserably.

Jing Wuyi's underground spikes were like human flesh harvesters, easily tearing the opponent apart.

The Dragon Pavilion Master's opponent was blasted into blood foam by his bucket-thick fist.

Rumble!

At this moment, a dazzling two-color sword pillar, like a tornado, skyrocketed to the size of ten zhang, like a firework, shooting at the formation formed by the disciples of the Soul Tomb, and suddenly the formation exploded like glass, and the slag burst everywhere, and the terrifying energy wind shook the bodies of those disciples of the Soul Tomb to the ground.

Victory is often dominated by the strong, and the weak can only be a foil, even if there are more disciples in the Soul Tomb, as long as their vitality cannot be condensed into a single force, then in the eyes of Jing Wuyi and others, they are ants and can be crushed at any time.

Xin Qijie swept into the deep pit, the cold air flow swirled, and the majestic vitality in his body gushed out like a tsunami, surging angrily towards the deep pit, and suddenly the space shook violently, and the rumbling sound made the entire city begin to shake.

The dust in the sky was like a tornado sweeping, and the sound of a loud rumbling sound echoed throughout the deep pit.

When the overwhelming dust subsided, I saw a faint light shining around Xin Qijie's body, and the eighteen martial artists around him were wearing the same handprint. There was an eerie air flow surging above their heads, an extremely terrifying eerie air current, and in the gloomy air flow, there was a huge demon corpse, exuding a monstrous ferocious aura, and the blood-red pupils exuded a strong smell of blood.

Eighteen people wrapped the Xin Qi Festival in a circle, and the roars of the demon corpses resounded one after another, and the momentum was extremely terrifying and terrifying.

The voice of Soul Thousand Anger came from behind the eighteen people: "Xin Qi Festival, even if your strength is stronger than the peak of the Small Creation Realm, you will definitely not be able to escape the demon corpse array arranged by the eighteen people today, so you wait to die." ”

Jing Wuyi swept down, landed beside Xin Qijie, and saw eighteen demon corpses exuding a monstrous and ferocious aura, his expression was slightly solemn, and he said: "Qijie, you deal with the nine heads in the east, and I will deal with the nine heads in the south, and first destroy the nine demon corpses." ”

"And me, let me deal with the nine heads, with a few of us, it shouldn't be a problem to break the formation. Xue Qingyang's clothes fluttered and landed beside Xin Qijie.

Xin Qijie said: "Leng Qianqiu, you and the Dragon Pavilion Master don't have to come down, when we break the formation, you will attack Soul Qianfu, be sure to use the strongest attack to kill him, or seriously injure him." ”

"I see. Hearing Xin Qijie's order, Leng Qianqiu, although he was a little displeased, still spread the word.

Soul Qian smiled fiercely and said: "Shoot, kill them, what I promised you, I will naturally do it for you." ”

The eighteen warriors nodded slightly, urging the vitality in their bodies, and the vitality in their bodies rose to the sky, pouring into the eighteen demon corpses, and the eighteen demon corpses roared, and the earth-shattering roar resounded in a radius of thousands of miles, if it weren't for the fact that this was a dead city, I was afraid that it would attract countless martial artists to watch this earth-shattering battle.

Leng Qianqiu looked at the terrifying momentum of the eighteen demon corpses erupting in the deep pit, and felt extremely depressed, even if it was above it, he felt that it was depressing and terrifying, as if a person who was extremely depressed, his heart was a little distorted, as if he was about to turn into a bloodthirsty beast.

"Young man, it's so easy to be infected by evil qi, and it takes a lot of training. The Dragon Pavilion Master's palm patted Leng Qianqiu's shoulder hard, and a vitality spread out in his body, his body shook violently, and the feeling of depression in his mind disappeared without a trace.

Sweat soaked through his clothes, his heart was dark, such a terrible formation, I don't know if my cousin can resist it, and arched his hand: "Thank you Dragon Pavilion Master for your help, otherwise I'm just afraid of being infected by the evil qi inside." ”

"It's a trivial matter, let's come together, naturally go back together, otherwise we won't be able to explain it to the Xue seniors. The Dragon Pavilion Master said heartily.

There were a few disciples in the Soul Tomb who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and when they saw them talking, they suddenly attacked them. However, the Dragon Pavilion Master's fist smashed out, and the crimson flames intertwined into a huge firebird, and the fluctuations emitted by the huge firebird directly burned those disciples into ashes.

The rest of the disciples of the Soul Tomb saw that the good hands in their tomb were easily burned into nothingness, and they swept away into the distance. (To be continued.) )