The seven Ghost Pattern Clan warriors, without exception, were all in the realm of the gods, and the Lum cultivator led by him was the most exquisite, reaching the peak of the gods, and his breath was far away.

The ghost pattern clan is much stronger than the Yin Mei clan, they have no weak body, every member of the ghost pattern clan, the ghost pattern on the body is a strange martial spirit, some of them have ghost patterns, can temper the body, making their physical body strong, more tenacious and strong than the average martial artist who refines the body.

Of the seven Rums, there are two of them.

The ghost patterns on the two people's bodies, one purple and one cyan, were as delicate as cumbersome formations, overflowing with a strange luster, and they couldn't stop absorbing the aura of heaven and earth nearby.

The aura of heaven and earth penetrated into the ghost pattern, and after being transformed by the ghost pattern, it turned into wisps of essence power, nourishing in their blood and bones, making their flesh inexplicably strong.

These two members of the Ghost Pattern Clan, also because of the strength of their physical bodies, came to Lum and the others, preparing to deal with Shi Yan's attack head-on.

The blood-colored dragon from the Sword of Heaven Destroying was spitting scarlet blood light, and the fierce aura soared into the sky, sweeping all the way, and the yin qi in the surrounding graveyards was swept clean, and in the thick smell of blood, the blood dragon Huo Ran was entangled.

The ghost patterns on the two ghost pattern tribesmen who were blocking in front of them suddenly wriggled like earthworms, and bursts of strange fluctuations rippled from within their bodies, as if forcibly changing the operation of the power of heaven and earth.

The shriveled bodies of these two ghost pattern clansmen slowly became full and strong, their height was also elongated, and their bodies were full of green tendons, full of a strong sense of strength.

It's like a demon.

"Howl!",

The two of them shouted at the same time, and the sound shook the sky, and a pure brute force burst out from their bodies.

The arms of the two were swollen, and the crystal light visible to the naked eye flowed, and they quickly rushed towards their fists.

In just a moment, the fists of these two people became crystal clear at the same time, like jade, shining, and the energy fluctuations became more and more thrilling.

Bang Bang Bang!

Unexpectedly, the fists of these two people burst open, and in the blood mist, one by one fist prints were like mountains and hammers, and they suddenly exploded.

Rumble!

The blood dragon that rushed towards Lum and the others, under the bombardment of that fist print, also trembled, and the condensed blood light swayed and swayed.

The faces of the two Ghost Pattern clansmen who exploded with their fists suddenly turned hideous and terrifying, and the ferocity in their hearts was stimulated, and they rushed towards Shi Yan without fear of death.

In mid-air, the blood vessels of the two people's bodies burst one after another, and the ghost patterns on their bodies flickered more and more.

With a lot of blood, the two clansmen of the Ghost Pattern Clan, overdrawn the pure brute strength that has been refined in their flesh and blood for thousands of years, grinning with teeth, and fierce gods.

Shi Yan frowned and grinned coldly, "I can't help myself." ”

As soon as the thought moved, the negative force surged all over his body, and the essence that was rolling and flowing in the chalk of the body converged, and a desperate, violent, bloodthirsty, and crazy thought suddenly erupted from the chalk of the stone rock body.

Rampage Double Heaven.

Shi Yan's eyes gradually turned scarlet like blood, his pupils were full of fierce thoughts, and his body gradually dried up.

The misty white mist swirls around the whole body, forming a thick layer of white armor, and the strong negative force is like a surging river.

Seal of Life and Death!

The two hands were raised, the strange light flickered, formed a mark, and burst out.

The artistic conception of death is quietly confused, and the truth of heaven and earth alternated between life and death seems to evolve in that imprint, and the cold thought of death spreads out, which seems to echo with this cold and dead Tianyin Ancient Mound.

The hunting yin wind is howling, and in the lifeless Tianyin ancient mound, it is like being planted with the seeds of death, and a kind of absolutely dead and silent thought permeates the audience.

Rum and the other clansmen of the Ghost Pattern Clan, their faces changed.

"Death power!", Lum subconsciously exclaimed, hurriedly calmed down, and an ice-blue beam of light flashed in his eyes.

The ghost pattern on his chest suddenly came alive, and it actually formed an ice-blue flower in a short time, and the textures became the lines outlining the flowers, which was very peculiar.

A small ice-blue flower bloomed on Rum's chest, and in Rum's pupils, a strange light flickered.

Wisps of essence power poured from Rum's chalk into the ice-blue flower, the ice-blue flower slowly opened up on his chest, and when the flower was bright, it suddenly flew out of Rum's chest, and fell violently towards the artistic conception formed by the seal of life and death.

A vast and peculiar artistic conception was released from that ice-blue flower, and under that artistic conception, Shi Yan gave birth to a desperation and helplessness that would never end in the vast sea.

The ice-blue flowers bloom extremely vividly, and there are wonderful fluctuations, constantly rippling from the flowers, affecting the artistic conception of death.

Suddenly, the flowers began to be zeroed, and the petals swayed, dancing like elves, beautiful, and in this gloomy Tianyin Ancient Mound, it bloomed with amazing beauty...... In each petal, when flying, they gradually evolve and deform, turning into seeds and falling on the damp ground.

Extremely weird, on the earth, small shoots began to emerge tenaciously, as if deliberately aiming at the artistic conception of death, and began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the young shoots gradually faded and bloomed, the artistic conception of death that was annotated by Shi Yan was like the bright moon in the mirror.

Shi Yan's eyes were slightly dazed.

A wisp of cold will suddenly penetrated his sea of consciousness and woke him up in an instant.

With a shocked expression, Shi Yan stared and looked, and found that there was nothing in front of him, and in the distance, the ghost pattern on his chest condensed into an ice blue flower, and did not fly out.

"Hmph, playing with us, you're a little inferior. Narum looked cold and disdainful.

Shi Yan was surprised, not angry, and nodded with a smile, "That's right, you guys, all of them are old and immortal, and it seems that I am too naïve to target the artistic conception in front of you." ”

After that, he stopped being wordy, and ordered the war demons and demon fangs beside him.

The King of War Demons, Demon Fangs, Gold Devouring Silkworms, and Demon Worms immediately flew out and began to strike ruthlessly at the seven clansmen of the Ghost Pattern Clan, suppressing them with strength.

Each of the clansmen of the Ghost Pattern Clan is good at the mysteries of the soul, and they also have a unique understanding of the artistic conception of the power between all kinds of heaven and earth.

Against them, it is obviously unrealistic to rely on fancy to win, and only pure power bombardment is the king.

The war demons, ghost fangs, gold devouring silkworms, and demon insect kings, without exception, are not afraid of the soul invasion of the ghost pattern clan, especially the war demons and ghost fangs, as if they can avoid the invasion of thin souls, and they are rampage among the clansmen of the ghost pattern clan, ignoring the various soul skills of the seven people at all.

The war demon was like a chariot, rolling and surging in the Ghost Pattern Clan, and the pressure was as heavy as a mountain, enveloping everyone.

The ghost fang changed into a human form, its face was covered with scales, and its shoulders, elbows, and knees were spiky and spiky, and its movements were like the wind, and its hands and feet were sharp weapons, which were simply indestructible.

The gold-devouring silkworm just shot out golden threads one after another, like spider webs, and released those golden threads, eating away at the space of the seven people of Lum little by little.

The seven of Rum, although the realm is not low, their strength is extremely weak, and they are targeted by the war demons, ghost fangs, gold devouring silkworms, and demon insect kings, and they are suddenly in danger, forcing them to avoid the edge for the time being.

Shi Yan looked indifferent, put away the divine sword in his hand, stood with his hands in his hands, looked at them lightly, and did not make a move.

His consciousness fluctuated frequently.

A wisp of divine consciousness condensed by the power of space wandered around in the Tianyin Ancient Tomb, and swept towards the area where the two sages of the Ghost Pattern Clan were located.

In that group of graves, a fierce battle was in full swing.

Lei Mo, Zhuo Hui, Ai Po, Gongsun Tao and his party joined forces to fight against the Ghost Pattern Clan, and even Ye Xiong, Zhu Yi, and Yuelu also participated, urging the power of the secret treasure on their bodies together to attack the Ghost Pattern Clan.

The two sages of the Ghost Pattern Clan sat in the Ghost Pattern Clan, their heads hanging slightly, and a cold smile on the corner of their mouths.

Waves of obvious and extremely extreme soul fluctuations shot out from the two sages of the Ghost Pattern Clan, and one soul skill after another was released, quietly targeting Xiang Reimer and the others.

Lei Mo, Ai Po, Gongsun Tao, these guys of the Seven Ancient Sect couldn't help but take out all the secret treasures of the soul defense class, and those secret treasures were shining brightly, counteracting the soul impact of the two sages, and they were desperately rushing towards the center of the Ghost Pattern Clan, trying to kill the two sages who were surrounded by heavy pressures.

Those two sages, among the people of the Ghost Pattern Clan, still tried their best to restore their strength and absorb the aura of heaven and earth.

Coming out of the confinement, the strength of the two of them was exhausted, and after this recovery, it was also a drop in the bucket, and it was impossible to have combat effectiveness so quickly.

They are buying time.

The powerhouses of the True God Realm, once they absorb the power enough to display their martial arts, Lei Mo and the others are afraid that they will not be able to cope with it at all.

Reimer and the others also knew it, and they attacked desperately to take down the two sages as soon as possible.

Shi Yan's scattered divine consciousness continued to probe all corners of the Tianyin Ancient Mound.

A figure appeared in the sea of his consciousness.

Reimer's son, Raymon.

He and Aya weren't together, he stood quietly behind a tombstone, his eyes flashing with thunder, and his face showing a grim and cold expression, quietly infusing Reimer with the battle between the Ghost Stripes.

Behind Lei Qian, there were several corpses, which belonged to the Martial Spirit Hall and the Heavenly Palace, and one of the corpses belonged to Mo Ling'er.

Her face was extremely pale, her expression was terrified, and she seemed to have seen something terrible before she died.

Lei Jian was next to the corpses, suddenly squinted, looked up into the air, and a flash of lightning flashed in his pupils.

Shi Yan's divine consciousness was suddenly hit.

Zhihai was shocked, and he immediately screamed, with a shocked face.

Even the Ghost Pattern Sage's divine sense, which he hadn't paid attention to, was easily shattered by Lei Qian, which made him very surprised.

"He is the Thunder Flame of the World. At this moment, the Nine Ghost Devouring Soul Flame came with the thought, "Be careful of him, he is using that body to recover his strength little by little." ”