On the pitch-black surface of the river, the temperature dropped to freezing, and a piece of river water suddenly began to turn red, and a large amount of blood gurgled upwards, which was extremely evil.

A miserable white hand poked out of the bloody water, grabbed the surface of the river, and climbed up little by little.

It's a monster.

Humanoid, with pale skin, dressed in a red ancient official robe.

His eyes are deep-set, his eyebrow bones are high, and his face is full of crazy expressions.

"Son of the river god!"

"Jiang Ju be careful, this is also a monster equivalent to a quasi-Yama!"

As soon as Jiang Chen heard everyone's reminder, his eyes looked over again, and he found that the son of Jiang Shen was gone, he frowned slightly, took one step, shrunk into inches, and appeared ten thousand meters away.

The next moment.

"Boom"

The place where he was standing seemed to have been hit by something terrifying, blowing up waves for hundreds of meters.

And Jiang Chen still didn't see the other party's figure clearly, and a strong ominous sign rose in his heart again, he didn't say a word, and once again shrunk into inches......

In the terrifying loud noise, the place where he had been standing was once again subjected to a terrorist attack.

The strength of the other party is somewhat beyond imagination.

It's almost the same as the pressure that the city king brought to him before, as long as he is hit, maybe he will be seriously injured and dying!

The son of Hebo, the son of the god of Jiang, indeed has the strength of Quasi-Yama.

This kind of background is terrifying.

Jiang Chen could only temporarily avoid the edge and retreat again and again.

At this time, under the long river, a coffin floated.

Some are mahogany coffins, some are black wood coffins, and there are sealed coffins covered with rune paper, and sarcophagi weighing more than 1,000 jun......

A mouthful of coffins was suspended on the water, and a terrifying aura emanated, stirring the long river, churning like crazy, and had begun to spread outward, as if it wanted to destroy everything on both sides of the riverbank!

"! So much? ”

"What should we do, we obviously don't have enough people!"

"Old Zou, how many can you deal with?"

A group of Yin Cao Great Grandmasters looked embarrassed, they counted, there were six coffins, and the aura emitted was all half-kings, this was too terrifying, it was an unimaginable force.

"Fart, what do you think of the old man?" Zou Lianshan's face darkened: "At most, the old man is in the realm of half a king, and he is not a powerful person." ”

At this time, a mahogany coffin opened, and a woman wearing a wedding dress and heavy makeup walked out of it.

"Old Zou, just one by one, hurry up, this seems to be Uncle He's mother, and ordinary people can't deal with it."

Several people hurriedly spoke.

The aura emitted by the woman is terrifying, although it is not as good as the son of Hebo, but it definitely belongs to the peak level of the half-king.

Zou Lianshan's hand shook fiercely, and he almost fell down in mid-air, what happened to Lao Tzu!

"Move the mountain, use all your strength, otherwise we are expected to die together this time."

"If someone else kills me, you can still save your life, the ghost at the bottom of the river and you should be a natural mortal enemy, that mountain, can you move it up and smash her!"

He muttered to himself.

Soon, his face turned stiff, with a touch of hideousness, as if he wanted to retreat and get out of the battlefield, but he was stopped by Zou Lianshan's will.

In the end, he took a sip of "puff" like an obscure one, looked at a big mountain next to the Changhe River with a dark face, gritted his teeth and exerted his strength, and the mountain range slowly soared into the air little by little.

Uncle Heniangniang had also identified the target and walked towards Zou Lianshan.

"Move the mountain!!"

He burst into a shout, and an invisible mountain suppressed it, temporarily blocking it, and the speed in his hand increased, moving the mountain with all his might.

Two half-kings, fighting together.

The rest of Luo Ji and the others were embarrassed, because at this time, the black wooden coffin opened again, and a humanoid monster covered in white hair rushed out.

"What should I do?"

"What else can I do, the ghost is missing!"

"It's too dangerous, and there are too many ghosts and half kings, how useful can the ghost formation be?"

"If you can block one by one, that's all you can do......"

"The shadows obey orders."

"Ghost Strike!"

Luo Ji commanded, a famous yin difference stood separately, and a magnificent array spread out in place, with four great grandmasters as the leader, twenty or thirty grandmasters as auxiliaries, and nearly a thousand C-level yin chasers as the base of the formation.

Everyone's faces became serious.

This array is very uncommon.

Because it's too dangerous, you need to summon the ghosts in your body, and if you're not careful, you'll encounter ghosts.

But there is no way around it at this time.

The yin qi was pervasive, forming a large black mist, and in the large array, one by one the yin was shaped like evil ghosts, and the body loomed, and it slowly disappeared.

When the white-haired monster rushed in front of him.

In the black mist, a huge green-skinned demon walked out, with bloody fangs and fangs, as big as a small mountain, with an astonishing aura, and slapped out.

The white-haired monster was smashed to the ground, and its body cracked.

The green-skinned demon picked it up and seemed to want to tear it in half.

It was also at this time that I could see that this was actually a very old water monkey, maybe the ancestor of the water monkey, no wonder it was so evil and powerful, and it could reach the half-king level.

"Squeak Squeak"

The white-haired water monkey let out a high-pitched cry, and its long pointed nails spread out, more than half a meter, and it was unimaginably sharp.

The cold light swept by, and the finger of the green-skinned demon was broken, and the white-haired water monkey turned into an afterimage, disappeared in place, and reappeared, directly to the back of the demon's neck, and the long nails were inserted into it, digging out a mass of flesh and blood.

The green-skinned demon reached out to cover it, but the other party had already dodged away again.

Even if the ghost mission array was successfully cast, it was still not the opponent of a half-king, because the green-skinned demon was too limited, and it had great power, but its sensitivity was not good, it was huge and bulky, and it almost became a living target.

On the Yin Cao side, the battle situation is difficult.

Not only that, but two more coffins were opened.

Two river gods stepped out.

The general tributary river god, using the river god son to be reborn, and then practicing to "adulthood", will be called by the river lord and the river god under the long river, and become the foundation of the ghost worship lineage.

These two are such existences.

This time, Jiang Chen, who kept dodging, made a move, and directly swallowed a Lingshen Dan, and the two half-kings walked out of it, blocking a river god respectively.

At this time, a voice was heard in the distance.

"Lingbaozong, Xiaoyaozi is here, who dare to make trouble!"

A purple-robed old Taoist flew over, with a somewhat chic shape, a golden demon mirror on his forehead, and a pair of Eight Immortals on his body, each of which was covered with ancient runes.

A big gourd in his left hand, a thunderbolt wooden sword in his right hand, a piece of Lingbao jade tied to it, and even a gossip plate in his mouth.

There is a big bag behind it, jingling bells, and there should be a lot of magic weapons in it.

The old Taoist priest didn't say a word, threw himself into a coffin, took out a lot of soul-sealing nails, and directly wanted to nip the opponent in the bud.

It's a pity that it failed, and the coffin lid exploded directly, and sawdust and rune paper flew one after another.

A bloodied figure walked out, his skin flushed purple.

City King, Zou Lianshan, and Jiang Chen all couldn't help but look over.

"A formed bloody corpse?"

"No wonder this coffin has been sealed with a lot of rune paper before."

"Xiaoyaozi, you will choose an opponent, you have picked the strongest!"

The old Taoist was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, but he couldn't help it, the opponent he picked was crying and had to finish the fight, he directly inserted a sword into someone else's Tianling Gai, and ran away in a flash.

I just ran out not far away, and there were words in my mouth.

"The power of heaven is like a cover, and the thunder is like a prison."

"Brilliant ......"

After a long series of incantations, a rumbling sound suddenly sounded in the sky, and then a bucket-thick pillar of thunder slashed down and crashed into the peachwood sword.

The bloody corpse was scorched black.

But its resilience is so amazing that it directly tears off the scorched parts of its body, and the flesh grows back.

At the same time, the formed bloody corpse suddenly softened, turned into a pool of blood, fell into the river and disappeared.

In the next moment, it suddenly appeared behind Lao Dao, and one hand ran through the back of his heart.

The old Taoist priest fell from mid-air and died so much that he could no longer die.

However, when the bloody corpse went to examine the corpse, it was found that it had turned into a scarecrow, and a huge demon mirror was emitting a strong golden glow, shining at it from behind......

The bloody corpse clutched its body and rolled in place.

The two half-kings fought together again, fighting the law, fighting the trick and the evil technique.

The situation in Yin Cao is not optimistic, there is still a half-king who has no one to deal with, and at this moment, the sarcophagus is constantly trembling, as if something terrifying is about to come out.