The white clothes are better than the snow, and the dust is drifting. Just love the Internet...... It's like a little sun, rising on the blue waves.

The posture of an immortal has a hint of immortality.

Holy and holy.

"You, how is it possible," the old man in the skull hat took a few steps back, his expression was in a hurry, "how can you expose the immortal qi and form an immortal qi?"

In the Eastern Continent, on the closed continent, not to mention immortal energy, even a trace of immortal energy is also rare.

There can never be a situation where the immortal energy is exposed, unless there are immortal traces.

In the Eastern Continent, except for a few Saint Realms of the Human Race, that is, the powerhouses of the Immortal Realm, almost no one was able to absorb the energy of the Immortals.

Because the immortal energy of the Eastern Continent is so scarce that there is no one.

The farther west, above the Youlian Sea, it seems that the immortal energy is slightly rich, but no one can directly absorb the immortal energy, and it also makes the immortal energy excessive, and the immortal energy is exposed.

The people on the Gang number, all of them looked shocked, and looking at their appearance, they understood the existence of immortal energy.

"Immortal?"

Everyone looked up blankly.

Dressed in white, Meng Lang had already come to the Xuan.

"You don't have to disguise anymore, show your true identity!" A sneer flashed across the corner of Meng Lang's mouth.

As soon as the old man in the skull hat moved, he screamed, and the body of the backbone became thinner, and his lower limbs became shorter and looked ugly, and the people behind him also changed immediately, the same ugly, a group of dwarves.

"Look away, there is a fairyland in the human race, no......" The old man in the skull hat blinked his eyes and shook his head again and again, "No, you are still in the Emperor Realm, just in the early stage of the Emperor Realm, how can you have the power of immortals, and you can still expose the immortal energy?"

"Oni!"

The soldiers of the anti-legion are all nervous, ordinary Emperor Realm ghost clans, they have no choice, not to mention the late stage of the Emperor Realm, there is a huge disparity in strength.

The ghost clan, every emperor realm and above, has been blessed by the shrine, making them brave and not afraid of death.

Moreover, the strength has increased greatly.

"Wow wow...... The immortals of the Emperor Realm, ridiculous and ridiculous......" The old man in the skull hat looked up to the sky and smiled, as if he had seen something extremely funny, and immediately, he said viciously, "Kill me!"

The five or six people of the ghost clan are almost all masters who have been blessed by the shrine in the late stage of the imperial realm, and their strength is monstrous.

After tearing the camouflage, they were even more vicious like tigers and wolves, all of them were like fierce gods, pounced on the rebel legions, and even the rest of the human races did not let go.

Hula!

Everywhere they passed, several people suddenly fell.

The strength of those human races is not weak, they are all in the imperial realm, but they were killed in one face.

"Reverse the legions, set up a formation, trap them!"

Meng Lang's eyes were cold, when he met the ghost clan, he would never be soft, and at the same time as he ordered, his body moved, like a streamer, shooting towards one of the ghost clans.

Hands waved, palms collided.

The thud was endless.

Between the two, there is no distinction between the top and the bottom.

"The ghost clan in the late stage of the imperial realm, with the blessing of the shrine, is far beyond the ordinary imperial realm, comparable to the combat power of a winning fish,......" Meng Lang turned over and retreated, away from the ghost clan.

The ghost clan, with a short head and thighs, had a trace of blood flowing out of his wide mouth after repeated impacts.

"Emperor Realm, is this still Emperor Realm, Emperor Realm Immortal, what a freak, freak,......" The ghost clan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression was fierce, and he stared at Meng Lang fiercely, like a fierce beast.

Bang bang!

It's like beating a drum.

There are many masters of the human race, and the masters of the imperial realm are like sandbags, and they are knocked down by several people of the ghost clan one by one, and many of them have died in Huangquan, and they have died with a whimper.

The disparity in strength is huge, and it is vulnerable.

"Ah~"

Meng Lang was distressed, he looked up to the sky and roared, with a touch of storage ring on his wrist, the sky-shaking bow appeared on the palm of his hand, like a small sun, and in an instant, with a finger of his right hand, endless waves surged, and the essence in the sea water burst out.

Soon, it condensed into a three-foot-sized turquoise arrow on Meng Lang's palm.

The long turquoise arrow emits earth-shattering power.

Immediately, the ghost patriarch who was facing Meng Lang roared, his voice was urgent and terrified, and his eyes were full of fear.

After hearing the terrible roar, the rest of the ghost clans who had been killed were startled, and they saw a green light, which was like the blade of death, piercing their hearts.

"Quick, unity!" the old man in the skull hat roared.

The figures flashed, and they were about to converge.

Poof!

The long turquoise arrow pierced through the howling ghost, and before the howling sound stopped, the ghost clan was dead.

"Shrine Summon, Martial Arts Spirit!"

Several ghost clans were combined, and behind them, a warrior was condensed, dressed in gold-colored battle armor, majestic and unbeatable.

As soon as the warrior appeared, he wielded a slender scimitar and pointed straight at the turquoise water.

"Martial arts spirit?" Meng Lang's teeth were cracked, and he hated it.

The spirit of martial arts, which is deeply planted in the hearts of the human race, once upon a time, was stolen by the ghost clan and seized for himself.

Carry it forward, it can also be said to be distorted and used.

On the contrary, the martial arts spirit of the human race is declining day by day and is reduced to the end of the road.

The distorted spirit of martial arts, but it supports the ghost clan, drifting across the ocean, killing the human race, with blood on his hands and full of crimes.

Sonorous, the katana collided with the water arrow, making a sonorous sound.

Two killing weapons, against each other.

At their connection points, two huge semi-circular arcs of energy appeared backwards, which were energy arcs generated by fierce fights with each other.

Mars four bombs.

"Bushido spirit!"

Meng Lang's face was dark, his right hand pointed to the blue water, and immediately, his wrist trembled, and his face was pale, as if his strength had not been caught.

With Meng Lang's current realm, encouraging the use of a water arrow is the limit. If you want to urge the second Five Elements Arrow, you can't catch it.

The fingers trembled, the sea water surged, the essence in the sea water surged, and several Canglong sucked water, and a water dragon condensed towards Meng Lang's palm.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Meng Lang's face turned even paler.

The water arrow on his palm, which was gradually forming, also trembled slightly, as if it was about to collapse at any moment.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out again, and the water arrow looked like it was about to collapse.

Burst!

A third mouthful of blood.

"Go!"

Meng Lang's eyes were cold, and he put the water arrow that had not yet been fully formed on the heaven-shaking bow, with one finger, and the water arrow came out of the string.

Burst!

Meng Lang spurted out a fourth mouthful of blood, and his high-spirited body was also stunned, and he involuntarily knelt on the deck, and the force of the heavy fall made the hard deck sink deeply, cracking out the slightest gap.

Rumble!

The second incomplete water arrow, with Meng Lang's incomparable anger, the heartfelt resentment of the ghost clan, shot at the arc of the katana.

Poof!

The samurai's face was shocked, and the defense broke.

The katana he held trembled slightly, and it was quickly finished, turning into ashes. He also collapsed in an unwilling roar.

Samurai, who are nothing more than summoned spirits, naturally collapse after being defeated.

Boom, boom!

Several ghost clans, including the old man in the skull hat, exploded on the spot like a leather ball, flying into the distance, and the solid deck cracked one after another, and then spread.

Knock knock!

Several ghost clans fell, and everyone was overwhelmed. Only the old man in the skull hat fell to the ground, not dead yet.

Meng Lang wiped the storage ring, took out a handful of elixir, threw it into his mouth, and swallowed it into his stomach after chewing a few times.

All this happened so fast.

Even the Lion Emperor was liberated from the state of defending against the sneak attack of the ghost clan, and he saw several ghost clans dying in anger.

A touch of shock spread on his lion's face, and he said wrigglingly: "Immortal power, it's immortal power, I didn't expect the adult to control it, and the immortal power ,......"

The power of immortals far surpasses spiritual power, and it is simply an untouchable power for spirit masters.

In the Eastern Continent, where there is no immortal energy, the power of immortals is the supreme power.

The Holy Lord of the Human Race, every time he exerts the power of immortals, he must slowly absorb the energy of immortals in the endless years before he can slowly transform into the power of immortals.

The Lion Emperor came over and said respectfully, "My lord!"

Meng Lang glanced at the Lion Emperor and said, "Look at how many people are still alive in the Rebel Legion, if there is hope, save them!"

"Yes!"

The combat power of the ghost clan is amazing, and without the bloodline of the Yu clan, the Mandarin Duck Immortal Array is just a look, and it is not vulnerable at all.

Under the attack of the ghost clan, the rebel army suffered many casualties.

Meng Lang slowly stood up, his complexion recovered a lot, and in a few steps, he came to the place where the old man in the skull hat fell.

"You, what are you going to do?" said the old man in the skull hat in horror.

"Nothing, you just want to ask you a few questions?"

The old man in the skull hat was silent, and in the face of death, some ghost clans did not completely regard death as home.

This ghost clan in the late stage of the Imperial Realm seems to be like this.

"Is this Gang really made by the Bunch?" Meng Lang stared at the old man in the skull hat, not allowing him to hide it at all.

The old man in the skull hat nodded with difficulty, not daring to lie.

"Second question, are you from the land of the ghost clan, the Uno Island of the Uno Empire?" Meng Lang asked.

The old man in the skull hat squirmed in his throat, and his face changed, as if he didn't want to say it.

"Humph!"

"Forget it!"

A trace of divine consciousness flew out, and it buzzed into the divine consciousness of the old man in the skull hat.

The old man in the skull hat immediately foamed at the mouth, his eyes were confused, and his whole body spasmed.

This kind of rough spiritual mind invasion is simply a flood beast, the object of the soul, and the immortal will become an idiot.

For the ghost clan, Meng Lang will never leave his hand.

Halfway, Meng Lang slowly withdrew his spiritual thoughts.

"Spare your life...... Spare...... "The old man in the skull hat is not dead, he is still begging for mercy."

"Spare you," Meng Lang stood up slowly, his eyes were cold, "spare you, that is to commit a crime against the entire human race and become a sinner of the entire human race, I, I don't want to be a sinner of the entire human race, let alone repay the grievances with virtue and leave a disaster, you can only die!"

"You ......," the old man in the skull hat used his last strength to roar, "you don't want to die, the ghost clan will avenge me...... Revenge ......"

"It's just a dog!"

Meng Lang kicked the old man in the skull hat into the sea with a kick in disgust, and soon fell into the mouth of the sea beast, instantly turning into nothing.

"Ghost clan, no one left!"