The Holy Soul Prince and Kavien, who were standing in front of Joel, did not have the slightest intention of following Joel's ink, and without saying a word, they mobilized their soul power to attack again, forcing Joel to retreat again and again, and suddenly threw two black balls as he retreated. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I don't know what this thing is, the Holy Soul Prince and Kavien hurriedly avoided it, and the moment the two black balls hit the ground, they suddenly became larger, and the momentum on them was also growing rapidly as they continued to grow.

In less than two seconds, the round ball with a small head turned into two huge puppets with a height of more than three hundred meters, and the momentum emanating from the puppets made the faces of the Holy Soul Prince and Kavien change slightly, these were actually two sixth-level peak puppets. It seems that this forging city is really not easy to attack!

Two huge puppets broke the roof of the entire hall, and with a wave of their hands, the strong walls of the hall collapsed in an instant. The smug face of Yoel below quickly changed drastically, and he was horrified to find that the Imperial City's protective array had strangely not been activated.

"Damn it! Ney, if you get through this time, you'll be dead!"

At this moment, a full seven ghosts flew from the direction of Tolbin Manor, and when Joel found out that there were actually four sixth-level ghosts among them, and there were two sixth-level peaks among the four sixth-level ghosts, he was immediately stunned. When did the Spirits' hidden strength reach such a point?

In an instant, a ridiculous thought that had never been seen before came to Joel's mind:

The Forging City was breached, the treasure house of the Wuji Emperor, and the treasury of the entire Wuji Empire was looted and cleaned, and the Forging City was razed to the ground, and it was reduced to ruins?

How much wealth has been stored in the entire Forging City in the endless years is completely an astronomical amount, and this is also the foundation of the Fierce Soul Clan! Once it is seized by the Ghost Clan, I dare not say that the Dominance of the Fierce Soul Clan in the Nightmare World will collapse, at least it will be a great loss of vitality.

Oh my God! Is the world crazy?

As soon as he thought of this consequence, Joel couldn't help but shudder, in this way, even as a close confidant of the Emperor Wuji, he believed that he would definitely die, right?

"Run!" "Escape!" There was only one word left in Joel's heart at this moment! Out of such a big basket, he would die in battle, and he would die if he went back to find the Emperor Wuji, then-

Yoel gritted his teeth, and after giving the two puppets the order to attack, taking advantage of the fact that the rest of the ghost clan had not yet arrived, he directly reached out on the spot and tore open the boundary membrane of the nightmare world, and disappeared in front of everyone in a flash.

Joel's escape stunned the ghosts on the field, but they didn't have much time to surprise at this point, as the two puppets left behind by Joel were not easy to deal with.

"Transformation!" the Holy Soul Prince roared, and his entire soul body suddenly became larger, reaching nearly a thousand meters in the blink of an eye. A punch at one of the golems.

After the Holy Soul transformed, the other ghosts also transformed and launched a crazy attack around the two puppets. Although these two huge puppets with terrifying aura were the peak combat power of the sixth level, where were the opponents of the nine ghost clans led by the Holy Soul? For a while, they were completely in a situation of being passively beaten. If it weren't for their rough skin and thick flesh and amazing defensive power, I am afraid they would have been unable to resist it a long time ago.

Forging City is already in the bag!

While these ghosts were wreaking havoc in the Imperial City of the Infinite Emperor, Mark was leisurely studying the door of the treasure house of Tolbin's murderous spirits.

This kind of gate relying on the formation technique to arrange the defense is simply not worth mentioning to Mark, who is now familiar with the road. After all these years of understanding and researching the battle during the sack process, it may not even be clear to Mark himself, he is now a powerful fourth-level formation master.

While moving the special formation base in his hand to test the formation group in front of him, while glancing back at Musar, a fifth-level ghost floating behind him, Mark smiled lightly:

"Hey, Musar, there are eleven of you, but only ten of you have come, where is that fourth-level ghost named Fenum?"

Musar, who was now concentrating all his attention on the battle in the imperial city in the distance, replied impatiently when he heard Mark's questioning:

"I don't know!"

"Hehe, it's two ways to collect your people, right?, otherwise why would they ask me for two Sumeru equipment and a spaceship?" Mark said tentatively.

It was too easy for him to come up with a few Sumeru equipment and spaceships now. Although the materials in the Ring of Legends in his hand have not yet reached the point of piling up, they are by no means far behind.

"Hmph, don't ask if you shouldn't know!"

Musar glanced at Mark with some surprise:

"Hurry up and get rid of this treasure house, there are a lot of them in the back! According to what was said in advance, you take 20%, and we will take 80%! It's really cheap, you kid! We are working hard outside, and you are still here so leisurely!"

"Why don't you come?" said Mark, pausing and pointing to the white mist in front of him.

"Hmph, count you ruthless!" Musar turned his head and stopped talking, these ghost clans even stumbled in their cultivation, intermittently, where could they have so many resources to learn something as lofty as the "array"?

So Mark pouted, continuing this boring, but compelled temptation. With just one breath, there was a strange reaction from the formation base in his hand, Mark's eyes lit up, and he quickly threw the formation base that had been prepared in his other hand in one direction.

"Bang-" After an imperceptible sound, the white mist in front of him suddenly disappeared, revealing a stone staircase that went all the way down.

"Alright, the first step is done, let's go down!" Mark straightened up and stretched his waist, and glanced calmly in the direction of the imperial city, where the battle suddenly became fierce, and it seemed that another group of enemies had come out. Behind him, Musar had a solemn look.

At this time, some unexpected changes did take place in the Imperial City, the Holy Soul Prince and Kavien were dealing with the two sixth-level peak puppets, while the other two sixth-level peak ghosts, Iska and Mia, were leading the others to deal with the eight Fierce Soul Clan women who ran out of nowhere.

Although the strength of these eight women of the Fierce Spirit Clan is not high, the highest is only level six, and the lowest is only at the beginning of level five, but the eight of them have formed a strange formation, which can cover each other, alternately attacking and defending.

What's even worse is that they all hold eight swords in their hands, and these eight holy weapon-level swords are so powerful that Iska and Mia don't dare to plunder their edges, so they have to be tired of coping, and they can't fight for a while.

originally thought that the battle situation could be won in one fell swoop, because of the addition of these eight women of the Fierce Spirit Clan, it was stalemate for a while.

If Yoel knew all this, he would have regretted it and his intestines were blue, these eight people were the eight wives and concubines of Emperor Wuji, who were usually soft and weak, but they didn't want to have such combat power. I knew that I would stay, so that with the help of these eight women, I could repel the remnants of the Ghost Clan in one fell swoop. Not only is there no fault, but there is merit, and it is also a great miracle!

Although Mark, who successfully entered the treasure house, seemed to be indifferent to the situation of the battle outside, he also knew that once the Wraiths were defeated, not only would he not get any benefit, but the idea of using this battle to force the Wraith Clan back to the Nightmare World would also go bankrupt.

"Looks like we'll have to find a way to help them!" Mark muttered to himself as he walked.

In the oncoming treasure trove hall, Mark's eyes lit up with the dense weapon racks, especially a sword, an axe and a spear placed on the highest weapon rack. It's a no-brainer!

He turned his head and pointed to the weapon rack and said to Musar, who was in a state of flux:

"Musar, do you see it? Those are three holy weapons, you send them over quickly, with these three holy weapons, I believe that the Holy Soul will be able to end the battle as soon as possible!"

"Hallow!" Musar's eyes lit up, and he didn't care about the other things in the treasure house, so he hurriedly stepped forward to put away the three holy weapons and flew out. In the blink of an eye, the figure was gone.

"Hehe-hee-" Mark chuckled, "no one bothering me now, put the important stuff away first!" (To be continued.) )