As the skull broke, a blue light and two red rays of light passed through the body of the burial ghost, causing his body to directly become three.

But no blood flew out, only a gray-white mist.

I have to say that the sixfold creature of the Creation Spirit is really difficult to kill, even though the physical body has been broken into several pieces, his gray-white main spirit survived, flew away to a distance, and struggled to reorganize his body.

Just as Fang Yingxing was about to chase and kill, a terrible scream came from the side of the Sixfold Battlefield of Creation Spirit.

A human monk was defeated and was impaled by a bone spear, and the blood slowly flowed down the miserable white bone spear, which was particularly enchanting.

Then, his flesh withered at a rate visible to the naked eye, his eyes sunken deeply, and the hands that held the bone spear gradually turned to dry bones.

It's not that the sixfold realm cultivators on the human side are weaker than the burial ghosts, but just now on the altar, they spent too much energy awakening the altar, and now they are naturally a little overwhelmed in the battle, and they are crushed by the burial ghosts.

The body of the burial ghost opposite Fang Yingxing was a lot weaker, but he was sneering: "Human beings really have hidden masters, but in front of our immortals, they are too small, and this plan is also the guidance given to us by the immortals, worthy of being immortals, you fools can only be tricked." “

Fang Yingxing's pupils contracted sharply, the words of the burial ghost were too amazing, from the beginning, this was a game of chess played by their immortals, luring them in and using them as blood food.

Fang Yingxing had reason to believe that the hole in the light curtain between the periphery and the inner perimeter was related to the Burial Ghost Clan, and the power revealed by the Immortal Flower had definitely surpassed the Creation Spirit Realm.

His victorious burial ghost, noticing the abnormal movement here, the light in his eyes turned even whiter, and he grabbed the bone spear and threw it down into the sky.

Fang Yingxing glanced at Xu Qing, Xu Qing was stunned for a moment, wanting to say something, but he still turned his head, stepped on the rakshasa step, and rushed towards the burial ghost who was almost killed by them before.

Of course, she understood what Fang Yingxing meant, he had to face the bone spear ghost alone.

That burial ghost had just devoured the flesh and blood essence of a sixfold spirit creation master, and at this moment it was at the peak of its physical body and divine sense, and the ordinary creation spirit fourfold powerhouse had absolutely no chance of winning when it met him, but for some reason, she had an indescribable trust in Fang Yingxing.

Seeing Fang Yingxing rushing over directly, the bone spear burial ghost was stunned for a moment, and he was ready to use a secret method to speed up the chase and kill.

The Starlight Sword froze and slammed into the Bone Spear, the sound of the collision deafening.

The gap in the realm is shown in this way, there are two more spirits, and the supply of spiritual power is too strong, the bone spear is nourished by spiritual power, and the breath does not fall but rises, while the spiritual power consumed by the Starlight Sword due to the fierce collision cannot be replenished enough.

At this moment, dense cracks appeared on the sword's body, and the brilliance dimmed a lot.

Fang Yingxing simply let go of the Xinghui Sword, turned into a true dragon seal with his left hand, pinched the Xingchen fist with his right hand, and slammed it into the ancient spear burial ghost.

The Burial Ghost's insight was so keen, he quickly adjusted his posture, turned his left hand into a claw, and blocked the True Dragon Seal, while the bone spear swept and collided with the Star Fist.

The terrifying fluctuations came out, and even made some monks who were not high enough to cultivate pale.

Even though the seed-level Tianjiao's combat power is unmatched, the sixfold burial ghost of the Soul Creation Soul is still not to be underestimated.

After being suppressed at the beginning due to lack of vigilance, they have been adjusting their posture and running the dead air, and now the aura has gradually stabilized, and Tianjiao can no longer suppress them.

There was dragon blood flowing out of Ao Yu's body, which was injured by the bone knife, and even the dragon scales that were as hard as pure gold could not be stopped, and they were completely cut open.

Chen Qiyun's characteristic is that he has strong explosive power, and after the burial ghost discovered this characteristic, he has been using secret techniques to flexibly avoid Chen Qiyun's attacks and kills, consuming Chen Qiyun's spiritual power. If this continues, Chen Qiyun will be defeated.

The situation of the Feather Son is not bad, but it is not optimistic, he has the Feather Divine Body, and there is a natural suppression of the Burial Ghost Clan who were born in the immortals. However, the Feathered Divine Body that had not broken through to the Dao One Realm was still unable to exert its most special ability, and it could only barely suppress its opponent at this moment.

Ji Lanyue is like a fairy, with a wave of her hand, there is a sprinkling of brilliance, pressing towards the burial ghost, and it seems to be integrated with heaven and earth. But the long period of consumption also made her pale.

The most desperate thing is the six-fold battlefield of the Creation Spirit, it can be said that the battle there is the most decisive for the fate of the monks, however, the obvious disadvantages on the battlefield make a dark cloud float in the hearts of all the monks.

A Terran monk barely killed a burial ghost at the cost of burning essence blood, but the next moment he was targeted by a burial ghost, and he was killed strongly, and he fell unwillingly.

There was anger in Fang Yingxing's eyes, his situation was extremely hateful and difficult, the other party was not an ordinary Soul Sixfold, his bone spear was too dangerous, with boundless death, every blow could directly take away Fang Yingxing.

The bone spear stabbed out, and Fang Yingxing was closed by the surrounding dead air, and he could only sacrifice the water and fire shield.

The water and fire shield was still pierced, but it also significantly reduced the speed of the bone spear, and it only grazed Fang Yingxing's shoulder.

It can be seen that the part where Fang Yingxing was rubbed did not have a trace of blood flowing out, but dried up and lost the essence of life.

Fang Yingxing gasped, if the shot just now really stabbed him in the chest, he might really fall here.

When he felt the familiar smell of pollen, his heart shook.

The immortal flower is about to bloom, absorbing the flesh and blood essence of the army of monks, and the thing that was conceived seems to be about to truly mature.

Seeing this scene, the seed-level Tianjiao and the Sixfold Cultivator of the Creation Spirit both desperately wanted to rush towards the Immortal Flower, but they were stopped by the burial ghost in front of them.

When these burial ghosts saw the Cheng Xianhua blooming, they all showed fanatical expressions, blocking the monks who were going to attack the Cheng Xianhua at any cost.

The army of monks were all charging, casting Dao methods to prevent the Immortal Flower from blooming, but they were blocked by the pollen light curtain released by the Immortal Flower.

Only then did people know that the previous light curtain was all made of pollen from this fairy flower.

Bang!

Fang Yingxing was kicked directly away by the bone spear burial ghost, and slammed into the stone wall, which immediately stirred up a cloud of dust.

He spat blood from his mouth, and even his consciousness was a little blurred, and in a trance, he heard a voice.

To be precise, it wasn't what his ears heard, but what he heard from his heart.

"Fellow Daoist, borrow my hand, if it goes well, maybe you can prevent the birth of that immortal. I'm going to be on the altar, and you're going to give me a layer of that light. ”

Fang Yingxing sensed these words, his consciousness instantly sobered, he couldn't tell who these words came from, he could only be sure that it was a monk he was not familiar with.

Despite his doubts, he decided to go to help, as it seemed to be the only hope now.

He gritted his teeth, spat out a mouthful of blood, and rushed to the altar.

Sure enough, he saw a figure, rushing towards the altar quickly, without any Dao spiritual power, not even a spirit, just with a strong body, he actually knocked the pollen curtain open a hole.