Provocative words, one sentence after another, although the emperor ghost knew in his heart that he could only respond calmly at this time, but the moves in his hand were stronger than one move.

"Shura Night Refinement, Ten Thousand Ghosts Grieve Together."

The demonic energy swept around, and then the yuan was one, and the roar of the conquest seemed to bring the cry of ten thousand ghosts in the nine shadows, confusing people's minds.

Seeing that the emperor's ghost moves were like hell and cold and vicious, Mo Cangli woke up the Zhige sword seal again, and in the blink of an eye, the Zhige sword seal incarnated into thousands of thousands, and a pure yang righteous light lit up in it, which was constantly refracted in the bronze mirror transformed by the countless Zhige sword seals.

Pinching his fingers and forming the seal, Mo Cangli guided the sword seal to converge and condense into a huge bronze mirror with a height of one floor.

"Stop the flow and break the sun", as Mo Cangli pointed at the blade of the sword, suddenly, a round of bright sun rose in the sword array, and the qi of the most yang and the strongest gushed out from the sword seal, shining on the heavens and the earth.

The attributes were restrained, and the emperor ghost spit out a small mouthful of blood again, staggered, and took a few steps backwards.

With a small victory, Mo Cangli mercilessly continued to urge the sword seal of Zhige, causing countless sword qi in the entire large array to shoot towards the emperor ghost.

The sword shadow flies, vowing to take the life of the emperor and ghost.

With the traction of the sword seal, more and more sword qi left more and more wounds on the emperor ghost's body.

With the loss of blood and physical strength, the emperor ghost gradually recognized one thing in his heart, he would be defeated, and the emperor of the Shura country would be defeated here. The sense of humiliation that has been accumulating since the beginning of the war can no longer be suppressed germinates in the heart of the emperor's ghost.

The more and more force between the parries is inadequate.

Seeing that the aura of the Emperor Ghost had weakened to a certain extent, Mo Cangli was about to end the Emperor Ghost here.

Just as the move was about to be launched, a figure broke in safely from outside the Zhige Flow Formation, which was the Killing Moro that the Emperor Ghost had already summoned through magic.

In the face of the Killing World Moro who cultivated the Demon Qi Technique, Zhi Geliu could no longer exert the same effect as suppressing the Emperor Ghost, and Mo Cangli's injuries that had been forcibly suppressed by the Ink Maniac broke out again, and he could no longer take the initiative to control the large array for a while.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Emperor Ghost let the Killing World Moro break off, and he broke away from the uncontrolled array first.

Seeing the Emperor Ghost and the Killing World Moro leave one after another, Mo Cangli wiped the blood on his mouth, and controlled the sword seal to take back the big array. Then he urgently ordered Yama Taixiao and Tianhai Guangliu to go to Tianqing Gorge to check the condition of Qiao Rulai and the one-eyed dragon.

After the two left, Mo Cangli couldn't hold on any longer, and reluctantly put away the ink madness.

This game seems to be over, but everything is still in the process and is far from over.

Above the sky, Ye Qing, who was supposed to be recuperating while concocting death water in the Burial Bone Ridge, was hovering in the air on a white phoenix at this time.

Looking into the distance, Ye Qing barely saw that the mountain peaks in the distance seemed to shake, and then the clouds in the sky seemed to be drifting in the direction of the Burial Bone Ridge.

"Terrifying, terrifying, after Bu Xiaoting and Yao Mingyue's attack on the King of Beijing, using the attack converted by the reincarnation tribulation, he was able to break through the mountain wall of dozens of zhang in the air. Although there may be a karst cave in the mountain, which causes the mountain wall to be weak, but even so, the destructive power is far beyond imagination. Could it be that the giant-level characters and the combination of divine skills really have such power? ”

Urging the white phoenix to fly in the direction of the Burial Bone Ridge, Ye Qing recalled this scene in his memory, thinking about how to achieve the same effect if he did it himself.

If you use explosives, Ye Qing thought about such a large stone wall, if you don't know how to arrange the explosion point, I'm afraid that if you exhaust the inventory in Blackwater City, you may not be able to blow up the mountain wall. And to accomplish all this in a specific time, science is really not as reliable as magic at this time.

And to do it with martial arts, Ye Qing can only choose to storm the stone wall or change the nature of the stone wall with the true qi of Tukunlun, turn the fossil into mud, and use gravity to open the gap.

It's just that it's still that problem, it is almost impossible for Ye Qing to complete this task of opening mountains and cracking rocks in a regular and quantitative direction.

"So, there's still a long way to go."

After thinking about it, Ye Qing found that the three-way Gu poison gas blowing in this wind channel was simply as fast as his own.

Under the erosion of the three-way Gu poisonous gas, the burial bone ridge, which was already full of wounded soldiers, has become a real burial ground, and only those with high skills can form a protective qi with their own skills to isolate the poisonous gas from the body and temporarily store it.

But compared to the boundless and endless poisonous gas, how long can a warrior who can't breathe and can't return his breath last?

In the blink of an eye, except for Linghu Qianli, who was holding the wings of the god of death and flying in mid-air, no one survived.

Just when Ye Qing arrived, the Dead God Wing Gecko broke its tail, and the decisive strong man broke his wrist, causing the Linghu who was holding the Dead God Wing to fall down weakly.

The frightened Death God Wing had no time to take care of Ye Qing coming by the clouds, and fled without looking back.

Throwing out the hidden weapon casually, the flying god wings shook, and Ye Qing squatted down and patted the white phoenix's feathers.

The white phoenix with a heart swooped to catch Linghu Qianli, and then desperately flapped its wings to dispel the poisonous gas that drifted with the help of the wind.

Soaring into the sky, the white phoenix shuttled through the sea of clouds, and the feathers that exploded all over its body also returned to their former smoothness.

After calming the white phoenix for a while, Ye Qing turned his head to look at Linghu Qianli, who was sitting on the back of the white phoenix, and said, "Brother Linghu, I saved your life." ”

"Huh? Well, thank you. A cold sweat was blown by the wind, and Linghu Qianli finally relaxed, but unlike another Linghu Shaoxia, Linghu Qianli was a martial arts idiot. In addition to martial arts training and martial arts competitions, there is nothing else that can make Linghu Qianli happy.

Seeing that Linghu Qianli was like no one, Ye Qing laughed for a while, if it was someone else, at this time, if you don't say a thousand thanks, you have to deal with Ye Qing carefully.

After all, this is at a height of thousands of feet, Ye Qing can rescue people, but if one is not good, Ye Qing will not throw people from the air.

However, if it weren't for this kind of martial idiot, Ye Qing would not have taken the risk to save it.

Maintaining the clouds and mist under the white phoenix, Ye Qing asked, "Linghu Qianli, do you know that the King of Northern Beijing has already regarded you as an outcast?" ”

"Abandoned son? This is the task assigned by the master, and I will complete it. ”

Silently put away the Hidden Blade, Ling Hu Qianli was completely unmoved by Ye Qing's words, turned his head to look around at the white phoenix, and pulled a handful of feathers when he was uncomfortable, and the corners of Ye Qing's mouth wanted to twitch.

In case the white phoenix is awkward and turns over, Ye Qing and Linghu Qianli will experience the feeling of a high-altitude skydive.

In order not to suffer for himself, Ye Qing stopped Linghu Qianli's move of wanting to pluck out a feather for collection, "Then you obey the order of the King of Beijing so much, is it because the King of Beijing is unruly plucking you?" It also opens the palace library to you, so that you have exercises to practice and someone to learn from? ”

"Huh? You know that very well. But your big bird is so beautiful, I just don't know how it tastes. Linghu Qianli reluctantly put down the feathers in his hand, and turned to see where it would be better to start if he wanted to take a bite.

The spiritual white phoenix trembled, and the frightened Ye Qing hurriedly comforted him again.

"Linghu Qianli, if someone can promote you in the same way, give you better martial arts, and find a better opponent for you, do you mind changing the boss?"