"Broken mountains and rivers!"

Li Mo took advantage of the momentum to pursue, and when the Death Soul Curse was attacking, and Liu Hong had no time to deal with it, he slashed out the strongest sword.

The crystal sword body slashed through the sky, dragging out a sword ray more than twenty zhang long, carrying a fierce sword intent, heading away.

However, Liu Hong is not an ordinary monk, he has some extraordinary willpower, even if he is experiencing unimaginable pain at this moment, he also feels the sword intent that comes from the sky.

"Roar!"

He suddenly let out a roar, the ghost power in his body surged, forcibly suppressed the invasion of the Death Soul Curse, held the sword in both hands, and used all his strength to slash out a sword, blocking the oncoming cyan sword.

However, Li Mo's offensive has just begun.

"Brush!"

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Liu Hong, with a long sword like a dragon, making a roaring sound, and the blade of the sword went straight to his throat.

Liu Hong immediately raised his sword to meet him, and the two long swords collided together, making a clanging sound.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, more than a dozen chains suddenly appeared, shooting towards him like feathered arrows shot by a divine bow, and the chains emitted a nine-colored glow, and even crackling thunder and lightning.

"The Ghost King is now!"

Liu Hong frowned, knowing that he couldn't go on like this, he needed to use all his strength, and he couldn't keep his ghost power to cross the tribulation, otherwise, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to pass Li Mo's level.

With a roar of rage, endless black smoke erupted from his body, and hideous-looking ghosts appeared from within the black mist, numbering no less than a thousand.

Then these ghost figures let out a terrible scream at the same time, and began to merge with each other, forming a ghost king figure with a height of nine feet and six feet.

It has three heads and six arms, each arm holds a magic weapon that is painted black, as soon as it appears, its six arms move together, defusing the attacks of more than a dozen order god chains, and then the ghost king let out a howl, forming layers of sound waves, like a tsunami that lifted Li Mo out.

"Kill him!"

Liu Hong gave an order to the Ghost King, and then looked up at the sky, and saw that the last heavy thunder had condensed and formed, and it would fall at any time.

He didn't dare to waste time, and immediately sat in the void, absorbing the surrounding heaven and earth aura while dissolving the death soul curse in his body.

After breaking through to the realm of the Jie Dan, with the ghost pill in his body, he could absorb the aura of heaven and earth at will and convert it into his own power.

On Li Mo's side, he fought with all his strength with the three-headed ghost king summoned by Liu Hong, one person and one ghost fought back and forth, from the air to the ground, and from the ground to the top of the mountain, one mountain after another cracked, and the ground cracked out one after another, which can be described as extremely understandable.

The ghost king summoned by Liu Hong has the power of the peak of the first layer of the elixir, even if it is Murong Ancestor, it is not its opponent, as Li Mo of the innate realm, even if he has the strong combat power to kill the opponent beyond the level, but in a short time, he will not be able to defeat the ghost king.

Now he wants to stop Liu Hong, but he has no skills.

"It would be nice if Li Shuangye was here, even if he couldn't defeat the Ghost King, he could help delay him temporarily."

Li Mo thought of his consciousness clone.

"Sneeze"

In a hidden room tens of thousands of miles away, Li Shuangye, who was tinkering with a pile of bottles and cans, suddenly sneezed.

"It's weird, can a cultivator in the Innate Realm also catch a cold? No, I don't even have a physical body, how can I be sick, could it be that someone is talking about me? Li Shuangye touched his nose and said secretly.

He didn't take this to heart, and after rubbing his nose, he continued to fiddle with the bottles and cans in front of him.

From his point of view, the pile of jars in front of him was filled with all kinds of poisonous insects............

"Click!"

A deafening thunder sounded, the pitch-black sky seemed to be torn apart by lightning, and three thunderbolts with a thickness of five zhang fell from the sky and slashed towards Liu Hong, who was meditating.

Seeing this, Li Mo, who was fighting with the Ghost King, immediately pulled back and left the place far away, worried that it would be affected.

Seeing this, the three-headed and six-armed ghost king roared and chased him directly.

Liu Hong looked up at the thunderstorm that fell from the sky, his dark pupils were full of fear, he knew that in his current state, he probably wouldn't be able to survive this last catastrophe.

"Looks like that's the only way to do it!"

Liu Hong said secretly, his eyes looked in the direction of Li Mo, and decisively decided to use this trick.

As a ghost cultivator, his most powerful place is his soul, the so-called physical body, which is all the product of condensation of a strong soul, strictly speaking, he has no substantial physical body.

Click!

The rolling thunder came, as if someone was holding a hammer and slamming it on the drum surface, making a shocking loud sound.

The dazzling light tore through the void, illuminated the heavens and the earth, and also illuminated the bodies of Xiang Xiaotian, Liu Hong, Li Mo, and the three-headed ghost king.

Three stout thunderbolts roared and fell like dragons, each of which had the power to kill a first-tier cultivator.

Although Liu Hong is already a fifth-level cultivator, as a ghost cultivator, he is naturally afraid of the power of thunder and lightning, and at this moment, the ghost power in his body is less than ten percent, and in the face of these three thunderstorms, even he himself is not sure of surviving.

At the moment, if you want to survive, you can only find someone to use a special secret method and find a substitute for the dead ghost.

This secret method is that he integrates his soul into other people's bodies, and uses other people's bodies to endure the catastrophe.

At this moment, there are only two monks with physical bodies in the field, one is Xiang Xiaotian, and the other is Li Mo, who is fighting with the Ghost King.

Xiang Xiaotian has been disabled by Liu Hong and seriously injured, and with his current physical strength, he will definitely not be able to withstand the damage of the Heavenly Tribulation.

Therefore, Li Mo became his only choice.

"I originally wanted to kill you with my own hands to avenge my master, but now it seems that I am afraid I can't do it."

Liu Hong's dark eyes stared at Li Mo tightly, and after a moment, he sighed lightly, stretched out his right hand, and slapped his chest.

This palm went down, directly smashed his flesh, forming a black aura, looking from a distance, like a pool of ink floating in the air, extremely black, and yin to evil.

"What does this kid want to do, can't he want to deal with the catastrophe in this state?"

Outside the mountain range, Shen Tianjue looked at Liu Hong, who had turned into a puddle of black liquid, and muttered.

After Xiang Xiaotian's injuries stabilized, he regained his senses and quietly squatted under the divine furnace and looked into the distance.

"I don't know."

Lin Daotian replied with a frown.

Even if he was well-informed, he couldn't guess what Liu Hong wanted to do for a while.

However, no matter what Liu Hong wants to do, there is an obstacle to the catastrophe here, he can't make a move, he can only wait and see what happens, hoping that Li Mo can support it until the moment when the catastrophe ends, so that he can save people.