"Knock knock!"

The ground seemed to be shaken by a heavy hammer, Qi Jiuyuan and the person behind him took three steps back, and the real strength under his feet exploded, leaving footprints of three points into the ground.

The footprints were dark in color, and just looking at them, I felt like they were so hard and hard.

The footprints are not deep, but the rock and soil where the feet are stepped on ······

It's almost compressed to the limit. ’

Shen Yi's gaze swept over and secretly estimated.

Dressed as a scribe, he seems to be an elegant ghost king, but his shot is so violent, that kind of strength and fist intent to break through hell, there is really a kind of god blocking and killing God, and Buddha blocking and killing Buddha, if it weren't for someone to help, Qi Jiuyuan should have been split into pieces by now.

But Rao is like this, Qi Jiuyuan is still hit hard.

The stopped figure stiffened, and six shocking blood marks appeared all over the body, the blood marks were deep to the bones, and even the cracks on the bones could be faintly seen.

Qi Jiuyuan violently spat out a mouthful of reverse blood, and the palms holding the sword trembled with residual strength, "The fourth on the black list, worthy of the name." ”

It was also a Xuantian Realm martial cultivator, but the difference in strength was so huge, which made Qi Jiuyuan feel a sense of frustration.

Behind him, a Taoist who looked to be around thirty years old slowly retracted his palm, pressed down, and smoothed out the turbulent qi and blood, and the red light on his face flashed away.

After that, the Taoist looked at the ghost king on the high slope and said loudly: "Ghost king, bullying the small with the big is a little broken." ”

The sleeves of the ghost king's robe fluttered wildly, and the black qi around his body was already lingering, showing a vision of purgatory. I only heard him laugh and said: "As an evil demon, what rules and morals, Xuan Mingzi, since you are here, you will leave your life together." ”

For hundreds of years, the situation between Dao and demons has always been like this, and whenever one party ushers in a great prosperity, they will attack the other. At present, the three grandmasters of the Xuantian True Martial Dao can be said to have reached the peak of the future of five hundred years, and the Demon Dao side will naturally not expect the next move of the Xuantian True Martial Dao.

It's a hunt, and the roles of the hunter and the prey can be reversed at any moment.

The ghost king fell with a word, and then made a move, stretched out his arms, raised his sleeves, and his fist broke through the air, and the huge fist arm came with a bang.

"Xuantian Nine Revolutions."

Xuan Mingzi's figure turned, blocking in front of Qi Jiuyuan, and the Gang air rotated like a whirlpool, constantly circulating, from big to yin to soft, nine turns to infinite, and the stars shifted.

"Xuantian Nine Turns, True Martial Arts is the best at borrowing strength, but the Ghost King ······"

Ye Weiyang watched the two sides fighting, his eyes drooped slightly, and he whispered, revealing great disapproval between his words.

'The ghost king seems to be elegant, but in fact he is domineering and violent, and "Hell Walk" seems to be violent, but in fact it is ······' Shen Yi watched the collision of this scene, and he was also a little optimistic about Xuan Mingzi in his heart, "This skill is violent, but in fact it is a wonderful skill based on life and death, and the violent also implies the mysterious cycle of life and death." ’

Xuantian True Martial Arts does not restrict the doorman from showing people by his real name or by the Dao number, but if he can add a person after the Dao number, in addition to the master, there is only the most famous Xuantian Seven Sons.

Xuanmingzi is one of the seven sons of Xuantian, and has always been known as "Xuantian Nine Turns", and is best at the rotation of yin and yang, borrowing strength.

It stands to reason that he is difficult to match, and he can also deal with the ghost king.

It's a pity that the ghost king is also good at this.

The fist arm collided head-on with the Gang Qi Vortex, and I saw that the Yin and Soft Gang Qi flowed endlessly, turning the power into a force, but the fist arm was solid and unbreakable, and there was no trace of strength leaking out, and even, the purgatory-like vision had already descended on Xuan Mingzi's body.

The world is like hell, and the other is hell, and the stronger the hell, the stronger the ghost king who walks in hell. The seemingly violent magic skill contains the mystery of transfer and borrowing, and it can be continuously used in the confrontation······

Shen Yi and Ye Weiyang have the inheritance of the Demon Dao, and they are also faintly aware of the mystery, and they can see the foundation of "Hell Xing", but Xuan Mingzi does not have this convenience, and can perceive the mystery at a glance.

The ghost king has been dormant for a long time, and rarely makes a move on the bright side, his information is quite vague, and Xuan Mingzi is now at a loss.

"Boom!"

The strength of the fist did not leak in the slightest, but continued to absorb the blessing of the remaining strength, making the punch stronger and stronger, the earth shook, and a crack in the ground appeared, spreading backwards from the feet of Xuan Mingzi.

One punch!

"Bang!"

The anger exploded, the "Xuantian Nine Turns" was broken by a punch, and the remaining strength turned into a fist shadow bombarded in the body, Xuan Mingzi ran Xuangong with all his might, turned the void into reality, opened the cause, and moved the fist strength, but still couldn't help vomiting a mouthful of blood.

On his chest, a fist mark was imprinted on a stone slab, and it was clearly imprinted on his left chest.

"Let's go."

Xuan Mingzi's body retreated with the strength of his fist, and he carried Qi Jiuyuan like the wind.

"I can't go."

The old god of the ghost king retracted his fists on the ground and raised his voice: "Everyone, I don't need to talk about the morality of the rivers and lakes when I wait for the people in the demon path, let's go side by side." ”

There was a burst of laughter from all around, and a series of arrogant qi bursts out.

At this moment, the ghost king greeted, and four majestic figures suddenly appeared in all directions, and at the same time shot towards Xuan Mingzi.

Xuan Mingzi tried his best to use the "Xuantian Nine Turns" to resist, the anger was like a cloud, sometimes agitated, sometimes like water, but the four people who broke out were all Xuanfetus, and the four of them joined forces to go together without martial virtues, plus Xuan Mingzi had been severely injured, and he was injured again and again after a while, and he vomited blood.

The Ghost King, on the other hand, glanced at Shen Yi and Ye Weiyang, and said, "Xuantian True Martial Dao wants to use the Mu Han River as bait to fish, but I don't know that this seat also wants to lure the snake out of the hole and severely damage the True Martial Arts. “

He flicked his sleeves and threw a book to Shen Yi, "Senior nephew, if you don't make a move, you have already returned the favor, and then it is time to fulfill your responsibilities as a devil." This volume is part of the scriptures of the "Book of Immortality" copied by this seat himself, take it, and then go to hunt down Mu Hanjiang. ”

To deal with a Mu Hanjiang, the deputy seat of Bulao Mountain personally went out, and even pulled four Xuan Fetuses. This unrefined method immediately made Xuantian True Martial Dao suffer, and one of the seven sons of Xuantian fell into the hands of the Ghost King.

Looking at his next appearance, it seems that he will continue to fish, and he can catch as much as he can.

Shen Yi took the book, sensed it with his divine thoughts without a trace, and felt a divine sense contained in it.

Obviously, this book is poured into the divine will of the ghost king, although it is not as good as the genuine "Book of Immortals", but if you understand it, you will also gain something.

"The master and nephew take the order." Shen Yi very skillfully stuffed the book into his sleeve and hugged his fists.

(End of chapter)