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But at this moment, they saw that Pang Si's flying sword suddenly hidden, and then reappeared.

Then, they deeply felt why Zhou Tian's flying sword was only slightly inferior to the innate treasure.

A sword array suddenly appeared, and endless thunder and fire raged, turning these monsters into ashes in an instant.

This is the strength of the Sword Pavilion?

Feng Mingxuan looked at Qin Tiantian, and suddenly felt that his confidence was not so sufficient. The so-called profit and wisdom are faint, and they suddenly come to their senses at this moment -- any plan is especially extreme. Before absolute strength, the strategy is also a joke.

How ridiculous is it like a swarm of ants discussing a plan to trip over an elephant?

Ten Innate Treasures!With this kind of power, can these undead creatures in front of them really achieve their goals?

I don't know.

But...... Determines how much water a barrel can hold, but it's the shortest plank!

For a while, almost everyone's eyes were on Xu Yiyang.

There is no doubt that the supreme leader of this Sword Pavilion is the shortest plank.

However, they also saw that Xu Yiyang did not rush forward at all, and even he began to understand something in such a fierce battlefield.

This is a bit of a disappointment.

But when the Pang Division Sword Formation was together, Qin Tiantian and the others also knew that the Sword Pavilion was about to face real pressure.

Sure enough, then Pang Si dispatched the Innate Supreme Treasure Thunder Lead.

Pang Sigong took a deep breath, and the long sword thunder guide that had been like a halo by his side was finally sacrificed.

Impacting this, how could Pang Si Gong not feel the pressure? Those skeletons, none of them were weaker than him, Pang Si Gong! Even when he launched the sword formation just now, he actually quietly borrowed the power of the innate Zhibao Zhen Mountain on his body, which caused such a shocking result -- all the skeletons within a radius of 100 zhang were swept away.

If the monks had been replaced, they would have dispersed in a hurry in the face of such killing.

But these undead creatures were not afraid, they just roared and continued to rush towards Pang Sigong and the others.

If you just felt the pressure, now it's the real test. Pang Si's face changed, and the moment Lei Yin attacked, it was a sign of all attacks.

Although Pang Si Gong was only a cultivator during the Tribulation Period, a set of Zhou Tian Zhuxiang Flying Swords was dispatched, and the combat effectiveness exerted by it did not need to be a Mahayana monk who only attacked with ordinary treasures. An enemy that even the Zhou Tian Zhuxiang Flying Sword could not deal with, even if it was a Mahayana monk, he had to face it carefully.

The most nervous thing is such an enemy, as soon as it comes up, it is overwhelming and black!

The cultivation realm is vast, and the population does not know how much. But with such a vast cultivation realm, coupled with the elites of countless small worlds such as the Sword Spirit Continent, there are only hundreds of millions of cultivators.

How many undead creatures are there in the Hundred Battles Secret Realm?

At the time of the outbreak of the Great War, there were bored monks who had roughly counted the moments. There are billions of skeletons alone...... What's more, there are zombies, lichs, rotten bone birds, bone knights and so on, and their numbers are also amazing.

Compared to the undead, monks have absolutely no advantage in numbers.

However, although the number of undead creatures is huge, the good and the bad are mixed, and as soon as they attack, the monks chop melons and vegetables, and they don't know how many undead creatures they have destroyed. Therefore, at the beginning, the camp of the undead frightened the little friars into making their legs weak. But after a day of fighting, almost all the little friars began to be triumphant—I don't think these monsters are very good!

Yes, but in just a few months, the vast camp of boundless undead creatures has shrunk by more than a circle.

How many undead have been strangled?

But then the friars learned what the problem was. It turns out that those undead creatures that they can kill with one hand are not dead in vain - the monsters in the back have become much more difficult.

The monks knew that the power of the undead they killed would be absorbed by the other undead and become even stronger. This means that the more they kill, the more undead they are left, the more powerful they become.

But the most critical problem is that they must continue to kill!

After several years of fighting, now, the camp of the undead creatures in front of him no longer has the desperate size of the past. But the aura of its condensation is not far behind.

The number is less, but the strength is not necessarily weak.

Take the skeletons that Xu Yiyang and others faced directly, at the beginning, there were hundreds of millions, but now, they are only less than one million. But these million skeletons, the cannon fodder at the front, are only afraid that they all have a level of competition with the Yuanying Monk.

Of course, such cannon fodder is the largest in number and the least useful. But Pang Si served them to slash and kill all the way, and I don't know how many such little cannon fodder they killed...... And the most bizarre thing is that even if they are also skeletons, those skeletons who are far away from Pang Si and them and have not been affected by the battle have not launched an attack.

Except for those affected by the battle, the rest of the skeletons were silent, standing there like sculptures.

This also makes the power of dissipation relatively much more concentrated.

Therefore, when Pang Si and the others rushed to the middle of the skeleton line, many skeletons absorbed enough strength and climbed to the point where their strength was enough to fight the Monk of the Tribulation.

At this time, Xu Yiyang, the supreme head of the Fa-rectification period, naturally didn't know what hidden worries there were, even Pang Siyi, Fei Yuanzhi and others, and they didn't know what kind of problems would exist.

At the moment when Pang Si Shi Lei led the move, the bodies of more than ten skeletons in front of him shook suddenly, and then they froze. When the aura shook for a while, those strange and stiff bodies turned into ashes and drifted away in the wind.

Clusters of fire began to float. Those skeletons with expressionless faces that only roared and impacted, suddenly burst into their eyes, and their mouths grew up, greedily devouring these flames.

Everything seemed to be going so smoothly, Xu Yiyang and the others once again advanced forward a full thirty zhang in one go!

These thirty zhang are really paved with flesh and blood, and I don't know how many skeletons have fallen.

In front of the stone hall, the faces of Feng Mingxuan and the others became even more ugly - they saw that all of a sudden, the Sword Pavilion Cultivator's Innate Supreme Treasure was sacrificed, but in an instant, all the skeletons within a radius of a hundred zhang were leveled. This kind of momentum, not to mention these skeletons, even if they are replaced, I am afraid it will be the same fate.

The only hope now is that these undead creatures must not mess around, so that they will have a reason not to attack. At the same time, they even more hoped that the strength of these undead creatures would be a little stronger—although they were not the opponents of the Innate Treasure, the strength of the monks was limited. As long as the strength of these monks is consumed, there will be a moment when they will not be able to drive the treasure to attack.

At that time, it will be the death day of the Sword Pavilion.

In the battle array, Pang Sijun killed unprecedentedly happily. The ironclad Zhenshan on his body made him not worry about the attacks of these undead creatures at all, and the thunder led the attack, and there was almost no one to join him!

The monks are all the same.

Fei Yuanzhi and others are also very hearty. Holding the innate treasure to slash and slash wantonly, no matter how powerful the monster is, it can be killed with just one blow, what could be more enjoyable than this?

Even the drunken ghosts and others began to slowly boil their blood.

It's rare to have such a smooth battle!

The battlefield is gradually covered with firelight - those scattered forces, these fires, are now turned into a sea of fire!

It's just that in the midst of the fire, what this group of monks felt was a bone-chilling cold.

And those skeletons, as if they were addicts getting what they needed, were jumping with flames in their eyes!

At this moment, Pang Siyi and the others were almost at their peak in excitement.

They are about to cut through the formation of skeletons! Just three hundred zhang away, there is a group of unique skeletons, which is so eye-catching.

This group of skeletons is as many as a hundred. At the front, they were all wearing miserable white armor. This armor, at first glance, is made of condensed bones, and there is a crying sound from it, which is extremely weird.

This group of skeletons in miserable white armor, and then a group of fellows wearing robes that are not much different from those of monks. The most peculiar thing about these skeletons is that they are talking in a low voice!

Speaking out of his mouth, at least it is comparable to the existence of Mahayana monks......

In the center of this group of robed skeletons, there is a high-backed chair made of countless skull heads, on which sits a giant nearly two feet tall.

This man is no different from a monk, except that his body is too tall to speak. It's just that the clothes on his body are all made of the collusion of heads that have turned into white bones. On his head he was wearing a crown - spliced together of blood-stained bones.

The whole thing was a giant surrounded by bones.

The most palpitating thing is that I can clearly see that those white bones and skulls are still opening and closing, as if they are wailing in pain, and there is still fire burning in the deep eye sockets.

"That's the Skeleton Boss!" the drunkard burst into ecstasy at the sight of the strange skeletons.

Once the boss is killed, the skeletons will no longer participate in the attack until the boss is recreated.

Now that they've cut through the formation and come here, they're so lucky to see the skeleton leader! I'm sorry if I don't kill him.

Therefore, the drunken ghost shouted, and the Qiankun pot in his hand flashed, but it was no longer a spew-out weapon, but a cloud appeared.

Then, there was a faint and illusory groan. When I looked at it again, the clouds were like life, frantically condensed, condensed in the air into a sea of fine wine.

Then, the ocean, which had driven the drunkards crazy, suddenly collapsed, turned into a terrifying tsunami, and swept towards the skeletal leader who was too tall to speak.