Lu Yuan's move "Hundred Rivers into the Sea" is a fusion of many of his previous sword skills. Therefore, the power of a sword was huge, and it almost directly broke Yan Guozhong's ghost barrier.

Yan Guozhong sneered, and a huge black spirit flag popped out in his left hand.

He leaned the banner against the whip, and it melted in.

With another wave, countless swarthy resentful spirits screamed and rushed out of the Divine Whip and rushed straight to Lu Yuan.

Yan Guozhong didn't want to entangle with him for too long, he wanted to use the gap in cultivation to quickly and completely eradicate the trouble in front of him.

In the face of the overwhelming resentful spirits, Lu Yuan did not dare to slack off. With a swing of the sword, a large area of ice mist greeted the enemy with a hazy cold air.

This resentful spirit is not afraid of the sword attacks of entities, and its resistance to the attacks of the five elements is slightly weaker.

The ice mist emitted by the blade quickly lowered the temperature to freezing, and the surrounding grass shattered into ice slag.

Wraiths enter the fog, their speed slowing suddenly, but their howls grow louder.

He is worthy of being a sixth-order ghost emperor! These wraiths struggled for a while, and then they all broke through the ice mist and continued to pounce quickly.

Lu Yuan slashed forward several times, and the sword light was engulfed by resentful spirits. He then flew diagonally forward, trying to escape the attack of the wraiths.

Unexpectedly, the wraiths howled and followed, following him closely.

The cold aura of the resentful spirit itself was heavier than the chill released by the Silent Demon Sword, and Lu Yuan felt that his speed was also affected by this breath.

Seeing that Lu Yuan had lost the upper hand, Yan Guozhong laughed loudly, and then swung out a resentful spirit to intercept Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan was caught off guard, only to feel a cold shoulder, and unfortunately was hit by the second piece of resentful spirit!

"Hahaha! Hit! Boy, wait for your consciousness to be devoured and turn into an idiot!"

Yan Guozhong was very confident, his spirit realm in the early stage of the third order was very powerful among ghost masters.

After Lu Yuan was hit, his speed decreased sharply. The first piece of resentful spirits also swarmed in, enveloping Lu Yuan in it.

His eyes were gray, and the rancid smell of corpses penetrated his nostrils, making him dizzy. He felt his mind suddenly become confused, and the ringing in his ears kept ringing.

Lu Yuan continued to speed up his flight, but the two pieces of resentful spirits merged into one, controlling his speed steadily, and he couldn't break out of this large piece of resentful spirits at all.

The mind kept ringing, and the tinnitus continued. Lu Yuan knew that if he continued like this, his divine sense would definitely be devoured!

Just as he was trying to figure out what to do, suddenly the roar in his head stopped, and the tinnitus disappeared.

All the discomfort, except for a little cold and a slight smell of rancidity, are gone!

He was confused: That's it?

Lu Yuan suddenly understood. He sensed that the soul realm behind these resentful spirits was probably the early stage of the third order, and his own was the same.

In addition, he was equipped with the bracers of the back earth to resist the attacks of the divine soul, so he didn't react at first, and his mind was temporarily confused for a moment. And now he was fully accustomed to this power.

Yan Guozhong saw Lu Yuan standing with his hands down in the group of resentful spirits and no longer struggling, and sneered, "It only lasted for a long time before I was eaten by my resentful spirits. Hum! The Emperor still treats you as a true immortal master!"

Lu Yuan heard his words, shook his head at him, and grinned.

Shaking his head with such a simple action, Yan Guozhong was shocked when he saw it: he ...... Wasn't his consciousness eaten? How can you still do this?!

Lu Yuan ignored his surprise. The surrounding resentful spirits sounded extremely noisy to Lu Yuan, and he had already been upset.

As soon as he thought of this, Lu Yuan immediately opened his mouth and roared.

"Roaring !!"

The power of the "Mirror Roar" instantly reaches its maximum - the power of the Demon Spirit Skill will automatically increase as the Demon Attendant's cultivation increases.

The large black wrath of resentful spirits that entangled Lu Yuan was broken by this loud roar, and when he saw them, he turned into countless fragments, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Yan Guozhong stayed where he was, a drop of cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

I don't know how many of his divine senses who were also sixth-order cultivators had devoured his move, but today he was being swallowed by this young man who was one order lower than himself

Easy to break!

"Even if this trick is broken by you, you must have spent a lot of Xuan power. And there will be a cooldown period after your skill is used, and the old man doesn't believe that you can still use this method to break my magical powers!"

After Yan Guozhong finished speaking, he waved the whip again, releasing four groups of resentful spirits.

These wraiths were his original reserves. So as long as he has enough reserves, he has no problem using "Wraith Cloud" as many times in a row.

The four groups of resentful spirits were like hungry tigers, and they quickly pounced on Lu Yuan.

Yan Guozhong just grasped the time difference between Lu Yuan's supernatural power and cooled down, so that he couldn't use the supernatural power that had just cracked the "Resentful Soul Sorrowful Cloud".

Just as the resentful spirit group was about to envelop Lu Yuan, they were dispersed by Lu Yuan's loud roar.

Yan Guozhong looked at the scene in front of him dumbfounded. He couldn't read it at all!

Because he knew that the magic power that could break the "Ghost Sorrow Cloud" would have at least half a cooldown period after using it. I never thought that it would only be a long time, and Lu Yuan actually used it again!

Lu Yuan smiled secretly, "Old thing, when I was promoted to a fifth-order demon king, I obtained the innate supernatural power of "Extreme Cooldown", and the cooldown time of all supernatural powers has been shortened. You think I'm afraid you'll not succeed as an old boy?!"

Seeing that the path of divine sense attack did not work, Yan Guozhong's eyes rolled and he immediately changed his attack strategy.

"Your kid's spiritual realm doesn't seem to be weak. Hehe, old man let you taste the pain of your body being torn apart by ghosts!"

"Devil's Crack Fine!"

As soon as the words fell, countless pale black ghosts rushed out of him, overwhelmingly killing Lu Yuan.

For a moment, the night became darker, as if a piece of the space had been suddenly bitten away by something.

The ghosts, which were originally shadows, turned into entities after flying for a few breaths, and they immediately flew to the vicinity of Lu Yuan with gusts of fishy wind and strange screams.

The latter swung his sword and slashed away, and dozens of ghosts let out screams before disappearing.

But the blade swung like a wave in the ocean - cutting off the current in front of it, and the water behind it surged more violently.

The ghost is not afraid of death, like a moth to a flame, filling the void left by the sword slash.

Suddenly, the sound of ghosts, howls, burning, and explosions rang out.

Lu Yuan's sword dance became faster and faster, and his body became a red ball of light. But the ghosts used the hair-thin attack gap to keep winding around Lu Yuan's body.

As soon as they came into contact with Lu Yuan's body, they immediately began to turn into ghost blades, constantly cutting through his skin and flesh.

This kind of attack is not an ordinary sword attack, nor is it a divine sense attack, nor is it a five-element attack. It's part of the "Dark Spirit Attack"!

The only thing that can effectively resist this kind of attack is the professional supernatural power of the Cishi.

In an instant, Lu Yuan's protective strength began to weaken, and the Qilin Armor could not effectively resist the ghost's dark spirit damage. The pain that I had not felt for a long time returned.

His limbs were the weakest protected and had begun to ooze blood.