Roar, roar echoes, djinn blood, monk falls!

The land of ice and snow, the earth below the spatial passage, has been stained red with blood at this moment. The severed arms and stumps are scattered on the snow, which is just a hell on earth, making people hairy.

But it didn't take long for the red blood on the snow at the bottom of the mountain to disappear and return to its original whiteness. And the crack in the black stone mountain was slowly healing, and the black dark cloud vortex above it was getting bigger and bigger, and it was pitch black.

The Holy Son of Xuanling floated under the whirlpool with his arms crossed, looking at everyone playfully. In the blink of an eye, it was like a black vortex on the top of his head, coupled with long hair flying in the wind, like a generation of demon lords.

The monks' faces turned pale, and they were no match for these djinn spirits. At this moment, there were only more than 100 monks left, covered in blood and busy.

The spatial passage was opened, but the Xuanling Holy Son was guarding there, unable to rush over, and did not dare to go over. In the eyes of everyone, the Xuanling Holy Son was much more terrifying than these giant spirits.

With Hua Yun'er, Wu Chen stepped on the car calligraphy technique, and just passed between the two or four giant spirits. But before they met, a huge fist smashed with a whistling wind.

Frightened, he hurriedly retreated, his pace turned, and he and Hua Haitang Chi Haoran gathered together.

"What should I do, Brother Chi, if you fight hard, you will definitely die, but it seems impossible to break through, are we really going to die here?" Hua Haitang looked at those tall giant spirits, and secretly felt bitter. Thinking about his own fame, he has not yet returned to the beauty, and he is about to die, and he can't help but regret coming to this ancient space.

"Alas, there is no solution, I can only resign myself to fate!" Seeing the giant spirit surrounding, Chi Haoran, who was confident in the past, could only sigh.

Not far away, the Moon Stepping Saint Son's whole body shone brightly, and the spiritual power surged together between the pinching tips, turning into a purple giant sword suspended in the sky, angrily slashing a four-zhang giant spirit.

As everyone knows, a six-zhang giant spirit behind him clenched his fist and blasted, and in an instant, the glow on his body vibrate, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, and flying upside down.

As soon as he stabilized his body, there was a giant spirit fist on the side, and he was surrounded by a glowing glass body, and he was also shocked to the point of unstable qi and blood. kept flying, blood gushing out, so miserable.

The same is true of the other Sons, who are as embarrassed as they are under the attack of many djinn.

"It seems that we are really going to die here!" Qi Hong's face was pale, his gray clothes were stained with blood, and he looked like he had just climbed out of the knife mountain. Drops of blood drip from the hanging fingertips, so it's not scary.

Wu Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth suddenly smiled, and he said lightly: "That's not necessarily!" After speaking, he looked sideways into the distance and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's finally here!"

Under the black vortex in the air, the Xuanling Holy Son raised his eyebrows slightly, and turned his head to stare into the distance with some surprise.

In the distance, more than a thousand figures emitting black smoke swept by, and a large number of dark clouds shrouded the sky above, mighty and mighty, like a group of demons wandering, domineering and mad.

In front of them, there was an angular man, his eyes full of indifference and emotionlessness. Next to him, there is also a light green shadow, with a hot body, a charming face, but the eyes are very clear, which makes everyone look sideways.

The appearance of these people instantly made the djinn and the monk in the battle stop, looking at the figure, full of shock.

"It's him!" Seeing the figure of the man in the distance, An Miaoxin was excited at first, and then when she saw the woman beside her, she suddenly became lost, "It turns out that he has someone in mind!"

The person who came was Wu Chen, and after he left the dilapidated ancient palace with Ruoxi, he received a summons from the ghost one. It is said that he has completed his cultivation, and the spirit gathering ghost corpses have all been improved, and he has the strength of a knot monk.

Wu Chen also knew from it that the cultivation of ghost corpses was different from that of monks, not absorbing spiritual power, but becoming stronger by absorbing resentment, but the division of the realm was still named after spiritual cultivation.

After hearing this, Wu Chen quickly came to the immortal mound and took them to the land of ice and snow. What made him happy was that some of the ghost corpses had been promoted to the level of Yuan Infant.

And at this moment, in his ghost corpse army, there are nearly twenty people in the Yuan Infant Realm and more than 1,000 in the Jiedan Realm, which can be described as strong.

Ruoxi was beside Wu Chenzhen, looking at the deputy figure in the distance, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. In the dependant, she felt the location of the life mark.

When he saw Wu Chen's real body, Chi Haoran's mouth was open, "Wu Chen!" Then he turned his head to stare at Wu Chen's body, full of puzzlement: "Didn't you say that you are Wu Chen?"

Wu Chen smiled bitterly, shook his head slightly, and said, "This is a long story, I'll tell you when I have a chance in the future!"

Yan Yanxue heard the conversation between the two of them, and curiously looked at Wu Chenzhen in the distance, and couldn't help muttering: "I can't imagine that this guy still has so many secrets!"

In mid-air, the Xuanling Holy Son stepped forward lightly, looked at Wu Chen's true body, his eyes were gloomy, and he said loudly: "Daoyou, this is my Xuanling grudge, do you want to interfere?"

In the distance, Wu Chen's true body looked at the Xuanling Holy Son, knowing that it was powerful, but he was not afraid. After thinking for a moment, he said to the Xuanling Holy Son: "You can't kill those people, the rest, it's up to you!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the deputy and the others, and then caught a glimpse of An Miaoxin, and after a slight pause, he pointed at her again: "And her!"

The Xuanling Holy Son was slightly stunned, his eyes were fixed on the Hehuan Holy Maiden Miaoxin, and he hesitated for a moment. Chasing and killing Xuanling disciples that day, she seems to have a part in the Hehuan Sect. In fact, he wanted to kill them all, regardless of whether their sect had targeted the Xuanling Hall or not. This time I came here to let all sects know that the Xuanling Hall cannot be bullied!

However, looking at the ghost corpses behind Wu Chen, he was a little afraid, and he agreed, so he still had a Hehuan Holy Son. He nodded at Wu Chen's real body and said, "But!"

Seeing this, the deputys flew out of the djinn encirclement and came to the real body. An Miaoxin hesitated a little, and after glancing at the Holy Son of Hehuan, she said lightly: "You ask for more blessings for yourself!" and then was about to fly towards Wu Chen and the others.

"Wait, he's Wu Chen, right?" Hehuan Holy Son asked loudly through gritted teeth, and after seeing An Miaoxin turn around and nodded, endless bitterness appeared on his face.

Looking at the surrounded people, there were still some weak spiritual cultivators, Qi Hong turned to Wu Chen's real body and hugged his fists, "Fellow Daoist, I also hope to save other monks!"

The real body was silent, and the deputy body hurriedly said: "Brother Qi, I think this is already the limit of the Xuanling Holy Son, and if you ask for it again, I'm afraid it will be inevitable to have a big battle!"

Qi Hong stared at Wu Chen's body, with anger in his eyes, and then the corners of his mouth flashed with bitterness, and he shook his head gently, "Since you don't save it, I, Qi Hong, will save it." Although he is dead, he is worthy of his conscience!"

After saying that, he left Wu Chen and the others and walked towards the giant spirit.

Seeing this scene, the Holy Son of Xuanling looked at Qi Hong, the corners of his mouth showed disdain, he waved his big hand lightly, and said coldly: "Tu!"

"Wait!" At this moment, Wu Chenzhen took a step forward and stopped him with a voice. Whether it was just now, or now, he didn't save the hearts of unrelated people. I just admired Qi Hong and didn't want to see him die.

"Daoist friends, don't want to gain an inch, if we fight, I'm not afraid of you!" Xuanling Holy Son was annoyed, staring gloomily at Wu Chen's real body, his eyes full of coldness.

Looking at the huge black vortex above it, the real body looked at the Xuanling Holy Son, pursed his lips and said softly: "Although you have a giant spirit helper, but my command is not bad, and I don't know what the result will be when we fight! Why don't we try a trick against each other, I will lose, and I will no longer block it, if you lose, how about letting go of those weak monks?"

In fact, Wu Chen is not afraid to fight with the giant spirits, but now there is still a big disaster that has not appeared. If both sides lose, let the mysterious black-robed man fisherman benefit, then everyone has to die!

The Xuanling Holy Son bowed his head and was silent, he was also worried about this matter, so he did not confront Wu Chen. But if you make a move, it won't hurt the root, so I nodded and agreed.

Wu Chen stepped forward, passed through the giant spirit, and flew to the opposite side of the Xuanling Holy Son. The clothes of the two are windless and automatic, and with the huge whirlpool at the top, they are like two demons, which is terrifying.

The two of them burst out with momentum, colliding with each other, clicking, and the space seemed to be shattered, and they were evenly matched for a while.

The Xuanling Holy Son made a light move, only to see the snow on the ground below turn into a long river, winding and circling behind it, like a huge anaconda.

"I am the Water Spirit Root, this recipe is one of my more powerful spiritual recipes, what if you can take it and release those who are not the Holy Son?"

After speaking, he squeezed the trick with both hands, and above him, the long river of snow turned into a long river full of convergence, condensing into a huge bully. Then the body of the Xuanling Holy Son floated up and melted into the body of the tyrant.

In an instant, Baxia's eyes opened suddenly, and an incomparably powerful aura came, as if a fierce beast was resurrected.

"Ground level, dominate the water phase!"

Looking at the giant in front of him, Wu Chen's eyes condensed slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh, this Xuanling Holy Son was indeed powerful.

"Wu is not talented, there is also a trick, please give advice!" Wu Chen pinched the trick, his body began to twist, and all the spiritual power surged.

I saw him raise his head to the sky and roar, and even the black vortex that was spinning extremely quickly in the sky above paused.

Then the sleeves of his hands were shattered, and he turned into dragon feet, with cyan scales and sharp dragon claws, which made people's backs chill when they looked at it.

Then Wu Chen's head, his body began to change, turning into a giant dragon hovering in the air.

The slender dragon's whiskers fluttered in the wind, like a long green silk waving in the wind. The fangs were bared, as if they were about to pierce everything. The dragon's eyes were as red as fire, scorching and burning. A savage aura spread everywhere, so it was not overbearing.

"Ground level, dragon trick!"

Perhaps because the blood in his body is not human, Wu Chen, who has performed the dragon transformation technique, seems to be a real dragon, with qi and blood in his body like a river, and a powerful force is born, hovering in the sky.

Glaring at the overlord on the opposite side, the green dragon crack roared. Suddenly, the roar of the dragon and the roar of the tyrant echoed in the land of ice and snow.

Staring at the two giants above, everyone's shocked bodies trembled, and for a while they forgot that the environment they were in was not good.

Chi Haoran opened his mouth and looked at the sky, full of incredulity, and muttered, "Brother Wu is so powerful!"

Hua Haitang muttered in a low voice, "Wait for Wu Chen to recover his body, will he be without clothes!"

Roar, the overlord roared, extremely fast, turned into an afterimage and rushed forward to the dragon.

The red flames in the cyan dragon's eyes lit up, and they were not afraid to crash forward.

Boom, where the two collided, the light shone and the space exploded. The tremendous destructive force caused cracks to appear again in the healed black mountains below.

The monks retreated one after another, dodging the surging waves of air, staring intently into the sky, expecting the result.