In the seventh coffin is a pitch-black cloak.

The cloak floated in the void, looming in human form, with empty long sleeves, but holding a dark green scythe.

Just like the Grim Reaper looming from the night, the chill emitted was a hundred times stronger than the previous monster, and even Lin Yi in the distance was shivering from the cold.

But Meng Zhan is too strong.

His fists were shaped like a dragon's mouth, and he swung with a golden fist style.

That is the sixth grade of the extreme martial arts realm to simplify the complex, the "Gangfeng" that is not coincidental!

Within a few times, Meng Zhan punched out, and the already broken black robe finally turned into rags.

The scythe also turned into glowing green points of light, gradually drifting away in the void.

Meng Zhan's body suddenly froze.

A ghostly figure had appeared beside him.

With an indifferent and mocking smile, Han Xiao pushed out with one palm, hitting Meng Zhan's waist.

"Bang!"

Meng Zhan flew up like a broken kite, flying all the way over the stone path and the void, and fell to the platform.

"Han Xiao!" he shouted angrily, but choked out another mouthful of blood.

"As I said a long time ago, you're like a three-year-old. Han Xiao stood up straight, patted the hem of his clothes, and sighed, "You haven't figured it out, is it actually you and me here?"

"You bastard!" Jin Han stepped forward and shouted angrily.

"Oh?" Han Xiao's voice turned cold, and his eyes glanced at Jin Han coldly.

A terrifying pressure that was incomparably powerful suddenly fell from the sky.

Jin Han took a few steps back one after another, his lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't say a word.

Meng Zhan stopped talking, sat down cross-legged, and entered the Inner Rest Week, trying to recover a little physical strength as soon as possible.

Lin Yi looked at him and couldn't help but shake his head.

His injuries could not be recovered at all in ten days and a half months, and although there were many strong people in the group of Cangyun Sect disciples present, they were only like lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of Han Xiao.

It's better for these people to run away now.

Han Xiao snorted coldly, walked to the seventh coffin, took out a stack of old books, and put them in his robe.

In the eighth coffin, there is a female ghost in red.

Vicious, chilling, terrifying pressure greater than the black cloak.

But within one move, she was nailed to the wall by Han Xiao. The evil spirit attached to the red robe obviously did not rest in peace, but it was nailed by the powerful power of spiritual thoughts, and it was impossible to move.

That's right, the power of spiritual thoughts, the power of the seventh grade "empty thoughts" realm.

"Old man Meng, the old man has already seen it, you, like me, have cultivated to the seventh grade. Han Xiao stretched out his hand and took out a small blue glass bead the size of an egg from the coffin, and sighed lightly: "From the beginning, the opponent was just you and me. What kind of ferocious demon formation, you and I have been cultivating for nearly a hundred years, and you can still be stumped by these dead things?"

"What if the ghost king is resurrected?" he took the bead into his arms and reached out to pull the steering wheel.

"Void as night, this last coffin, I hope it is you. ”

"Boom, boom!"

The last coffin door slowly ascended.

Standing in the coffin was a richly dressed corpse, wearing a strange crown, a black velvet robe, and countless treasures covered in gold and jade.

"Void as night, it's really you!" Han Xiao couldn't hold back his excitement, "Hurry up and hand over that thing related to becoming an immortal!"

"Hmph, it's so arrogant. ”

The dried corpse was still standing, but on the round platform, a light blue figure gradually appeared.

Tall and mighty, not angry and self-imposing, with a fluttering robe and a crown like a thorn, it is the ghost of the ghost king who is as empty as the night!

Isn't that okay...... Lin Yi shook his head secretly, no matter how high your cultivation was during your lifetime, your soul would be scattered after death, and the resentful spirits generated would be at most four or five levels, and it would be difficult to compete with someone like Han Xiao.

An eighth-rank grandmaster like Long Baizhan has a deep hatred in the sea of blood, and there is only a fourth-level remnant spirit left.

"Let's say hi first. ”

Han Xiao flipped his palms, and a pure white air arrow shot out, with a "crackling" electric light.

It's the Spirit!

Void as night flashed to the side, but was still shaved in the shoulder. A cloud of blue smoke drifted away from him.

The power of the seven pins of spiritual thoughts is so domineering that even the ghosts can be forcibly dispersed.

Lin Yi frowned, if the Ghost King was so destroyed, wouldn't the task of this soul list be completed?

Void as Ye was still calm, frowning and snorting coldly: "Hmph, this spiritual thought has a lot of impurities, and it is far worse than this king's back then." ”

"Maybe, but you're dead!" Han Xiao shouted in a cold voice: "Hand it over, give the things of the living to the living, and you can continue to be the king of the dead!"

Another arrow shot out of his palm.

Void as night stretched out a finger.

A deep blue light tore through the darkness and collided with the lightning arrow.

After a flash of light and a loud bang, only a few ice flowers remained in the void, slowly sliding down like snow floc.

Impossible! Lin Yi's eyes widened. This corpse cold resentment, at most, is the power of four or five grades, how can it resist spiritual thoughts?

"The night has been a hundred years, and there are already thousands of bones. Subjects who died tragically, greedy treasure hunters, lost gates of the underworld, wandering rootless people. The accumulation of resentment has become an eclipse. ”

Eclipse ...... The legendary seventh-level ghost venerable's yin and evil power!

In the abyss, a faint blue phosphorus fire gradually rose, shaped like a broken human form, illuminating the mountains of white bones piled up below.

With a wave of his finger, he shouted, "I'm not the king of the dead!

The blue flames suddenly turned into cold rays of light and shot out.

Han Xiao was pierced by several cold rays of light in an instant, but his figure gradually blurred.

That's just an afterimage!

He ghostly flashed in the void, dodging all the cold light, his palms flew up and down, shooting out one after another spiritual qi arrows, and laughed wildly in his mouth: "Even so, with your speed, you can't even think of hitting me!"

Void as night was hit by another air arrow, and the ghost's condensed body shook.

"The greedy will be collected by the greedy. ”

He stretched out his hands and slashed through the void.

A blue light suddenly flashed on Han Xiao's chest.

It's that little ball! Lin Yi took a deep breath, and a rich cold aura came to his face.

The glazed orbs in the eighth coffin are calling for those eclipse at this time!

The dark blue cold light seemed to have eyes, and it turned flexibly in the void, piercing into Han Xiao's chest.

"Hmm!" Han Xiao snorted, a burst of black gas flashed on his face, and his body slowed down.

More cold air swarmed in, and the cold air of the ball became more and more intense, almost sending the entire hall into winter.

"Damn!"

Han Xiao shouted angrily, the clothes on his chest exploded, and the small ball shot forward like an arrow.

Void Ruye stretched out his hand and grabbed the ball into his palm, and said coldly: "The ancient ice beads, devouring yin resentment, and cultivating artifacts in the ghost gate, but you have no blessings." ”

Han Xiao stomped his feet on the ground, and the whole person flew upside down, landing heavily between the people in the Stone Man Valley.

He sat down cross-legged, his face turned red, and then quickly turned gray, and his chest fell to the ground with a "bang".

"I have to meditate immediately, hold on for a moment!"

Xuru Ye snorted coldly, and said expressionlessly: "I actually escaped, who else dares to come up?"

The entire hall was silent, and everyone was looking at each other.

Although I had also heard that there were many mechanisms in the Night City, but with the two masters of Meng Zhan and Han Xiao pressing the formation, who would have thought that there would be real danger?

Even the disciples of Cangyun Sect were trembling at this time. Being robbed of the treasure by Han Xiao seemed to be better than being dominated by this terrifying evil spirit.

"If no one challenges you, then accept the punishment. ”

With a piercing grinding sound, the walls of the hall shook, and the intricate lines carved on them were actually coffins embedded in the walls!

The coffin gradually opened upwards, and dozens of huge skeletons jumped to the ground, rusty swords and axes held high, phosphorus fire flickering in their hollow eye sockets.

Several teenagers sat down trembling and fell to the ground.

"They only stop when the challengers come up. Void as a night stretched out a palm and clenched it into a fist again, "Kill!"