The mountains are undulating.

Chu Nan, who was walking on the winding mountain road, paused and looked towards the skyline.

The red glow has turned from blood red to brilliant golden, dyeing the clouds as if intoxicated.

The mountains in the distance were obscured by a vague and hazy mist. It reveals the meaning of slaughter, as if to indicate the coming storm.

For today, Chu Nan has been waiting for two years, but now, Chu Nan did not take off into the air and hurried into a streamer.

Carrying the six-foot-nine-feather red phoenix knife behind him, he walked towards the ghost mountain step by step, without hurrying or slow.

The Nine Feathers Red Phoenix Sword had not been urged by Chu Nan's internal force, and had turned into a seemingly ordinary sword at this moment, without the slightest luster.

However, along the way, the cultivators who kept passing by in a hurry beside him had a surprised look at Chu Nan from time to time.

These people are all disciples of major second-rate and third-rate sects.

Their sect returned with a feather, and naturally they didn't have the face to stop on the ghost mountain. But more of the time, it was because the strong people of their own sect were seriously injured, or they almost wanted to fall, and they were scared, and it was more like running for their lives.

They looked at Chu Nan's eyes, and they all showed the same light.

This kid is still walking towards the ghost mountain?

Could it be that he also went for the forbidden spell of the ghost clan?

What are you kidding, looking at this kid's appearance, it seems that a gust of wind can blow him down, and he is not even as powerful as himself.

People are also fighting, and so are ghosts. I don't want to see if I have that strength.

Because Chu Nan's momentum has now been hidden to the extreme, these cultivators who come and go are at most the peak of the Imperial Spirit Realm, and they don't even have the Cave Realm, so they don't want to see through Chu Nan's cultivation.

In their eyes, Chu Nan is naturally a fledgling, a guy who is not afraid of heaven and earth, and wants to come up and send him to death.

However, they didn't persuade anything, leaving behind a stream of ridicule and contempt, and soon passed by Chu Nan and rushed down the mountain.

For these gazes, Chu Nan didn't seem to hear them, and still walked towards the mountain slowly.

If someone with a heart observes carefully, they will definitely find that Chu Nan's steps seem to be very heavy, and with every step, the leggings bound to his calves make a weird, metal-twisted sound, and on every step he steps on, there are fine, dense turtle patterns.

The slightest gust of wind shuddered the stairs and the fine stones rolled down.

However, after all, there are not so many people who are observant, but they also think that this stone is just a step that has been devastated and fallen off after years of wind and rain.

But what they didn't know was that each piece of this staircase was made of hard and unhurried blue stone! It was all carved out piece by piece by the powerhouse of the Cave Void Realm with great effort.

......

On the ghost mountain, there was silence, and there were thousands of cultivators' rooftops, but at the moment it was as silent as death.

Everyone's eyes were full of horror and disbelief at the figure on the rooftop that was in ruins and almost destroyed.

Chen Zilai, who was surrounded by the group of emperors, his face was extremely embarrassed, his right hand was clenched into a fist, and his muscles were violent, as if he was trying his best to endure it, and his eyes were gloomy to terrifying.

Finally, he couldn't help but burst into tears: "Stop, we're admitting defeat!"

"Tread. ”

The figure of the Ghost Emperor Seven, like a ghost, fell from the sky like lightning and fell lightly to the ground.

Immediately-

"Whew!"

Above the firmament, a body like a meteor fell straight to the ground with a whistling sound of breaking through the sky, and smashed down in front of the Ghost Emperor Qi.

"Boom!" the ground trembled.

The young emperor Chiyan, who was still majestic, had already passed out at this moment, covered in blood, and seemed to have taken in less air and more out of breath.

That's not an ordinary person, but it's the Chiyan Young Emperor, who is famous in the extreme north and ranks first on the god list!

But in the hands of the Ghost Emperor Seven, he was completely tortured and killed without the power to resist!

Seeing this strange scene, everyone shuddered, and a deep fear was born in their hearts.

Ghost Emperor Qi, on the other hand, had a relaxed and comfortable face, and his cheeks were stained with blood, but the bloodstains were obviously not his.

Wiping the blood from his fist, the Ghost Emperor Qiji laughed and kicked the Chiyan Young Emperor in the lower abdomen.

The latter suddenly flew out upside down like a ball, and Chen Zilai's face changed suddenly, turning into a streamer to catch the Chiyan Young Emperor from mid-air.

He was shocked and angry, and his face changed again and again: "You!"

"Boom. The Ghost Emperor Seven Yin and Yang laughed strangely: "My ghost clan, how can you come and leave as soon as you want? If I don't teach you a lesson, I really think that I have passed the sky!"

"Okay, my royal family has been taught!" Chen Zilai gritted his teeth and handed over the Young Emperor Chiyan to the guards behind him, and he took a deep breath.

On someone else's territory, especially on the territory of an extremely terrifying existence like the ghost clan, no matter how much anger there is, you can only hold back.

An Yi's face was already pale at such a moment, not only her, but even Xiao Xin and Ye Bing's faces were extremely embarrassed, as pale as paper. They included all of them, and their eyes were full of shock.

The strength of the Ghost Emperor Seven is really terrifying.

The scene just now, the battle between the Chiyan Young Emperor and the Ghost Emperor Seven, they remember it vividly.

originally thought that the Chiyan Young Emperor would be on an equal footing with the Ghost Emperor Seven.

Who knew it would be like this!

Thinking like this, the hearts of the three junior sisters suddenly rose.

subconsciously glanced at each other, and saw a thick worry and despair in the eyes of the other party.

An Yiru's jade hand was clenched to the extreme, trembling softly.

Chu Nan hadn't come yet, but now they were scared and retreated.

An Yiru's eyes were extremely complicated, her red lips were clenched to the extreme, and she muttered:

"Little junior brother...... Don't come...... For the senior sisters, live well......"

She was scared now, she was afraid that even if Chu Nan came, he would not be the opponent of Ghost Emperor Qi at all!

This Ghost Emperor Seven, his strength is terrifying enough to the point of perversion!

Even if Chu Nan came, he was only sent to death in vain.

Rather than this, she would rather use herself as a sacrifice and dedicate a few of her senior sisters to this man than let her little junior brother come over!

"Is there no one anymore?" Ghost Emperor Qi's face was full of lightness, he didn't seem to have consumed any strength at all, and he was still at his peak.

The cold gaze slowly scanned everyone's faces, with a hint of mockery and endless disdain. But no one dared to speak, they all tilted their heads, and dared not speak in anger.

Wuchen's deep eyes scattered a trace of inexplicable light, scanning from An Yiru's body, and then landed on the top of the mountain, densely packed with ghost clansmen.

His face was slightly solemn, and in the eyes of a strong man like him, he could naturally have something extraordinary.

You can find details that are difficult for others to find, on the top of this mountain, nearly a thousand ghost clan cultivators, the rhythm of breathing, the flow of eyes, and even their demeanor and expressions are completely consistent, as if they are carved out of a mold.

The breaths rise and fall with each other, completely converging together, without the slightest sign of disorder, as if one person is breathing, and they are as if they are one, one person.

Pulling a hair and moving the whole body, Wuchen can be sure that if he attacks one of them, he will definitely suffer a unified counterattack from thousands of people.

With so many cultivators attacking together, even if you have to avoid it for a while.

"It is worthy of being a ghost clan, the background is profound, and the cultivators who have been trained are simply terrifying. Wuchen secretly admired in his heart.

He originally felt that the disciples of the Little Extreme Palace were already very good, but compared to the thousands of ghost clan cultivators, he suddenly felt that he was not at the same level.

The square is wide, so quiet that you can only hear your heartbeat and breathing.

In the sky, the sun gradually slipped from the peak, and the sunset slanted, and the warm sunlight passed through the gaps between the peaks and the lush mountain forests, sprinkling on everyone's body.

"There's no one anymore. The Seventh Elder stood up with a gentle smile on his face, but this smile, in the eyes of Chen Zilai and An Yiru, was like a treacherous and vicious old fox.

"Then, this time the ghost clan ceremony will end for the time being. The Seventh Elder was also happy that his only son had won the leader: "Thank you all Daoists for coming to cheer you on." As for the matter of the leader of the Xiuzhen army this time, I think you won't be unreasonable, right?"

What he said was naturally the previous agreement, whoever can achieve victory will be in charge of the Xiuzhen army in the entire Far North, and will have the power of life and death to fight against the Fire Brake Country.

Hearing this, whether it was the royal family, or the Xiaoji Palace and the Ice and Snow Valley, the cultivator's face was not good-looking.

This time, it was really a handful of rice that could not be stolen from the chicken, and the wife was compensated and the soldiers were broken.

"So...... And so it was decided. "The Seven Elders' words were just halfway through.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, a sharp sound pierced the sky!

A huge black shadow shot from the bottom of the mountain like a sharp arrow, with a mighty momentum, destroying the withering and decaying, and the faces of the people who were blown by the strong wind everywhere they passed were painful, and they retreated one after another, not daring to block its edge!

This huge black shadow suddenly slammed into the Ghost Emperor Seven at an extremely incommensurate speed.

Ghost Emperor Qi's face changed drastically, and his hands suddenly slapped the black shadow, but he was hit by the black shadow and took five or six steps backwards, and the soles of his feet slid out two deep marks on the ground!

This huge black shadow turned out to be a huge stone tombstone about six feet high, like a small mountain! Such a huge stone tablet was actually thrown out by people like a sharp arrow, which shows the terrifying strength of its strength!

On this tombstone, there are a few big characters depicted with teeth and claws - the Ghost Emperor Seven is buried here!

Seeing this scene, Ghost Emperor Qi's face changed again and again, and he was shocked and angry.

The sound of subtle footsteps gradually approached from afar, and slowly came from the bluestone steps beyond the top of the mountain. The momentum on the top of the mountain suddenly changed.

Everyone was tense, and they opened their eyes in unison, their gaze wandered, and finally locked on the steps, and their breathing gradually began to become rapid and disordered.

"Finally, are you coming?"

The footsteps are getting closer and clearer.

Wuchen, and couldn't stand a hint of interest in his eyes, and looked over.

Above the nine heavens, the blood sun poured out, through the misty clouds, and scattered impartially on the last layer of the stone steps.

There, a tall and resolute black-robed figure finally slowly appeared in the sights of countless astonishments.

Under the gaze of countless surprised, weird, shocked, and frightened eyes, the black-robed young man with leggings took a step forward and climbed the last step.

Ignoring everyone, his calm, cold eyes went straight through the dense crowd, like a sharp knife, stuck in the body of the Ghost Emperor Seven.

The indifferent voice, with a hint of calmness, was like a thunderstorm in the nine heavens, resounding in everyone's ears:

"Chu Nan, let's fight!"