"What did you say, old man?"

Shen Cong covered his chest, he was injured too hard, even if Shen Cong's physical recovery ability was extraordinary, being pierced by such a sword, his vitality was also greatly damaged. And this is still Shen Cong, if he were someone else, I am afraid that he will kneel and not move at this moment.

"I found something strange, something familiar, probably a treasure I've seen before. The old man shook his head in the Seven Smoke Array, "Don't you think that this person is not a ghost or a ghost, and the recovery speed is too fast, even more exaggerated than you." This monster is not physically stronger than yours, but its strength and resilience are far superior to yours, which is worth considering. ”

"Can you get to the point?"

Shen Cong slapped his palm on his chest, and most of the pieces of flesh and blood were slapped out by Shen Cong, accompanied by sword qi with erosive power. Shen Cong's brows furrowed in pain, but he endured it stiffly. Fortunately, these sword qi were removed, and Shen Cong's physique could finally recover as usual. A trace of granulation continues to grow, with a tingling feeling, which makes people can't help but want to scratch.

"Young people nowadays, why are you so anxious!" the old man laughed instead of hurrying.

"Old man, what are you going to do! I can't beat this monster, I can get rid of it!"

Shen Cong twitched from the corner of his eye, if it weren't for the treasure he might have, why did Shen Cong stay here. A one-star king, Shen Cong's combat power is full, and it is impossible to win, unless the Seven Smoke Array has a huge energy injection, so that Shen Cong can achieve the Seven Smoke God of War, then it can be a battle.

Although the people present were all strong, and the texture of the True Yuan was also extremely strong, the number of people was still small after all, and the amount of True Yuan input was far from enough to support the operation of the Seven Smoke Array.

Shen Cong looked up at the ghost thing constantly condensing his own strength, according to this trend, Shen Cong could only leave first, and if he stayed here, he would just die in vain.

"Relying on that treasure hunting mouse, you also overestimate the power of that little thing, this place is imprisoned by the formation, and no one can move in until it is broken. The old man chuckled softly, "Of course, the formation here has been abandoned for thousands of years, and it has long been dilapidated, and now it is barely running, but it is still a little worse. If there is a ninth-order apocalypse that wants to be forced, you can also break in, as for you, let's break the confinement here first!"

"What do you mean?"

Shen Cong was stunned, the little guy is Shen Cong's last hole card, that is, he can move himself and others. If the little guy can't help it, it's really a dead end.

"Although the mystery of space is extremely strong, it is not invincible. There are many ways to restrain it, do you think that if you condense the space debris, the backyard of those top sects will allow you to go casually? It's the same here, but with some ingenuity, you can naturally take advantage of a loophole, and it's really too dilapidated here. The old man shook his head slightly.

"Can you not breathe without talking!"

Shen Cong said helplessly, since it can be broken, then naturally there is nothing to worry about.

"Hehe, boy, do you want to take a little advantage?" the old man said suddenly.

"What do you mean. ”

"There's something good, and if I'm not mistaken, there's a treasure hidden here. This treasure allowed the ghost to recover so quickly, and the source of its power came from there. As long as you can find it, this ghost thing won't be a problem. The old man said in a deep voice.

"Can you feel it?"

Shen Cong took a step and appeared in front of the ghost, the sound of the waves was endless, but before Shen Cong could make a move, the long sword in the ghost's hand swiped and directly pierced the momentum of the sea condensed by Shen Cong, Shen Cong's momentum couldn't help but weaken, and before he could make anything else, there was a fantasy in front of him.

Thousands of troops, thousands of arrows, Shen Cong is as small as an ant. To use such flesh and blood to cut such a torrent of steel, it is simply a mantis arm as a car, and death is a deserved end.

Shen Cong's heart couldn't help but emerge with a kind of sadness, a kind of dying sadness, a kind of unwillingness to be unable to get his wish, as if he came here at this moment, died, and there were no bones left, it was completely self-inflicted, ridiculous and pitiful.

"Aang!"

Shen Cong's spine trembled, and the sound of the dragon's groan shook in the soul sea, Shen Cong's eyes closed and opened, where was there any thousands of troops in front of him, only the long sword of the ghost thing swept away. The Zhenhai seal in Shen Cong's hand was almost on the verge of collapse, and it crashed into it, Shen Cong's body shook violently, and he took a few steps back, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

Tang Guan topped from the side and did not let the ghosts pursue. And the ghost thing didn't think about pursuing, just now with a sword sweep, it forced back everyone's attack, and Shen Cong just happened to be in it. But even so, he was also attacked by an illusion, and the power of this illusion was even stronger than before.

Shen Cong had already tightened the sea soul when he was hit before, and what he was guarding against was the illusion invasion of Shang Fang's sword in the hand of the ghost. But it's useless, even if you know, even if you have precautions, when that sword stabs, what Shen Cong sees is thousands of troops, and what he feels is his own sense of humility.

It was endless fun to fight with the sky, but at that moment, Shen Cong only had a kind of unwillingness to be an ant, and the humiliation of facing death in the end, and there was nothing left. If it weren't for the roar of the dragon soul in his body, Shen Cong would have been able to stop it with just a few steps back and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Ahh

Tang Zhen suddenly shouted loudly, his left hand covered his right shoulder, and there was a broken arm on the ground, which was constantly writhing there at the moment. Tang Zhen's face was distorted, and with a roar, the broken arm on the ground flew back, but it was only a moment's effort, and most of the broken arm was still corroded, and the flesh and blood turned black, leaving only the bones in it still intact.

Tang Zhen sealed with one hand, dotted on the broken arm, and then pressed the broken arm on the right shoulder again, and a layer of gray gas rushed into Tang Zhen's body with the naked eye, but Tang Zhen didn't care. Even if these death qi will cause him great damage, it is definitely stronger than losing his right arm, otherwise in the future, even if he breaks through to the eighth order and regrows his right arm, this will become a weakness for him.

"Senior brother, save me!"

Nie Yu shouted loudly, and the others were startled and wanted to help, but it was too late. The gray sword qi flashed, and a large hole suddenly broke in Nie Yu's chest, which should have been the place where his heart was beating, but it was empty. Nie Yu's whole body trembled, he didn't feel the pain, but he knew that he had lost something important.

Slowly lowering his head, looking at the position on his chest empty, Nie Yu's face was as pale as snow. The vitality of the Seventh-Order Mountain Moving Realm is extremely strong, and even if the heart disappears, it can survive for a period of time. But no matter how strong the vitality is, the heart is gone, and the real way of life will be cut off. Even if Shen Cong reached the seventh-order physique, his heart and skull would still be harmed, and if he was shattered, Shen Cong would inevitably die, not to mention Nie Yu.

"Ahh

Nie Yu shouted frantically, knowing that he was going to die, and now he was not dead, this feeling frightened Nie Yu, but he couldn't do anything.

"Roar!"

The ghost thing roared, the long sword in his hand danced, and countless sword qi shot out, Nie Yu's voice stopped abruptly, and his body exploded into blood foam and scattered it around.

"Senior brother!" Tang Zhen's eyes turned red, and he looked at the ghost, "You brute, I'll kill you!"

After saying this, Tang Zhen rushed towards the ghost creature frantically. But he was hit hard just now, Tang Zhen's combat power had already declined, how could he threaten the ghost at this moment.

"Be careful!"

When the others saw this, their hearts were suddenly shocked, Xiao Huang jumped forward and stopped Tang Zhen, while the others attacked the ghosts. It's a pity that it's useless, the ghost thing is too strong, at the very beginning when the ghost thing used brute strength, they were dwarfed, and now the ghost thing can use the exercises, and use the Shang Fang sword to the realm of supernatural power, they don't even have the last advantage, they are not defeated at the moment, but the ghost thing is still absorbing power, condensing the Shang Fang sword technique in the body, and they don't care much about it at all.

Otherwise, if the ghosts were really serious, they would probably die faster. They saw this clearly, but it was precisely because they saw it clearly that their hearts became more and more desperate. Now they are not dead, they have become a lingering breath, and in a few moments, they will say goodbye to this world completely.

This kind of pressure is crazy, and if it weren't for the little hope left, they might really not be able to hold on, and then it would be a real disaster.

"I still can't find it, you have to let it seriously injure it again, let it absorb the power of the treasure, and I can find out!"

The old man's voice finally sounded, with some regret. Shen Cong's brows furrowed slightly, he was seriously injured again, so it had to be the same as the previous time. But that time there was a Ten Thousand Beast Diagram, but now it is gone, and the combat power of the ghost is still stronger than before, how can it be hit again?

"That treasure is extremely extraordinary, even a ninth-order apocalypse powerhouse is probably excited. Boy, how you choose, it's up to you!" the old man said flatly.

"Nineth-order powerhouses must be excited!"

Shen Cong was stunned, he didn't expect such an answer. What is the ninth-order apocalypse, that is the existence standing at the pinnacle of this world, in the eyes of those people, the number of people and the power are meaningless. Because they alone are enough to resist the attack of any sect, they are the strongest people in the world, and they are just a thought of turning over the river and the sea.

Such a strong person, if they want something, there are few things that can stop them, and I am afraid that only those real desperate situations can do. And what can make such a strong person excited, how precious and exaggerated, if exposed, I am afraid it will lead to a bloody storm!

"If you don't fight, you'll die, everyone!"

Tang Guan roared suddenly, his whole body suddenly turned scarlet, and the axe in his hand turned fiery red as if it had been burned by flames, and the space around Tang Guan's body rippled slightly. Tang Guan's entire head suddenly raised, and a wave of qi rose from under his feet, and a terrifying aura erupted.

Everyone was solemn, knowing that it had reached the most critical time, and now even if it burned the natal true element, it would be at the expense of it, otherwise if it died, there would really be nothing.

Tang Guan's right foot stepped back, and with a muffled sound, Tang Guan's whole person had already appeared in front of the ghost, the axe in his hand was raised high, and the whole world seemed to be split into two under Tang Guan's axe. This is naturally an illusion, but being able to exude such an artistic conception, the power of Tang Guan's move can already be imagined.

The air burned wildly, and everywhere the axe passed, the space trembled slightly. The head of the ghost thing turned around, looking at Tang Guan, the long sword in his hand swung, but his figure retreated towards the rear.

Tang Guan's face turned pale, and the qi machine wanted to keep up, but he found that he couldn't lock the ghost thing at all, or the speed of the ghost thing was fast enough to get rid of all this.