At this moment, the battle on the ghost swamp gradually appeared to be faulty.

The countless blood spilled under the swamp like rain falling from the sky, and it was all absorbed by the clusters of small flames!

Here, like a slaughterhouse, the monks who rushed to be the first were torn apart one by one by the devil's claws, and the blood was used for sacrifice!

After the last monk was brutally murdered, suddenly—

The ghost claws in the entire swamp surged up and broke away from the swamp, bursting into the air, instantly covering the sky and the sun, and the dense ghost claws roared in unison, shocking the world and crying ghosts!

A strong and terrifying aura suddenly poured out of the center of the swamp.

As if the formation was activated, the countless tombstones standing on the swamp, the tombstones of different sizes and uneven sizes began to move strangely in the swamp, constantly changing.

Click, click, click, the eerie and eerie sound echoed through the space like the sound of a demon gnawing bones on a guillotine.

In less than a stick of incense, those tombstones suddenly froze, and a skull-like formation was formed in the entire swamp.

In the very center, the swamp cracked open with a bang, and a skull altar slowly rose.

In the center of the altar was a dead tree like an ancient temple, its dry branches wrapped in bloody chains, and its skulls and dark claws hung on it.

On the top center of the branch, there stood a gnawed off beast head, and a cloud of black gas lingered on the skull.

It was like a black mist lingering in a large bowl.

That black qi was constantly entwined and entangled, and soon a black mist lotus was formed!

In the center of the Black Mist Lotus, bursts of dark green light flashed.

Ye Qiantong looked at this strange change in surprise, and her eyes were firmly fixed on the black mist lotus.

The eerie and terrifying evil aura emanated from the Black Mist Lotus!

"Black Lotus is now, the ghost fire is out!" For some reason, this sentence suddenly flashed through Ye Qiantong's mind.

"It's the true breath of Nether Fire." Emperor Ming's handsome face was careless and lazy, but those phoenix eyes as deep as an ancient pond suddenly flashed an unknown chill, unfathomable.

"Let's go!" Emperor Ming's powerful arm tightly wrapped around Ye Qiantong's slender waist, and he was about to fly forward.

But at this moment, the high slope of the sky on the side suddenly rolled over, like a tornado hitting in white.

Ye Qiantong paused slightly, and looked in the northwest direction.

Suddenly, an old voice fell from the sky: "Hahahaha, His Royal Highness the Emperor Shao, he actually left the old man to come and steal this ghostly fire alone, it's not kind!" ”

I saw this sound coming, and those hideous and twisted ghost claws in the sky above the Nether Ghost Fire suddenly burst open, and tens of thousands of ghost claws turned into powder in an instant!

Ye Qiantong gasped, such a strong breath, such a terrifying power!

The tens of thousands of ghost claws, each of which was above the fifth order, were destroyed effortlessly by just one sound wave.

Ye Qiantong's face condensed slightly, and the cold light under her eyes was as black as ink.

The cold flashed, and in an instant, a fierce wind struck.

Emperor Ming's noble and handsome face evoked a sneer, and he jumped into the air with a thousand pupils of the night.

I don't know how he found out, but I saw a flash of white light pop out of Di Mingjue's fingertips, and it exploded towards a skeleton on the other side of the altar.

Suddenly, the formation changed, and the originally empty space for observation turned into a primeval forest, high mountains and valleys, which was very real!