"Building ...... Build the foundation. Autumn Dream Supreme...... Do you still have a back hand?" Wen Song looked at Chen Fan's back blankly, a little dazed.

Chen Fan's sentence of Autumn Dream Demon Cultivation made him deeply impressed, and he mistakenly thought that Chen Fan was the backhand of Qiu Mengzong.

"Chen Fan, you must come back alive. Feng Liumei said secretly, no matter what attempts she had before to get close to Chen Fan, and at this moment, her fate was closely tied to Chen Fan.

Even the lives of the entire people of Wencheng are tied to Chen Fan, he is born, Wencheng is born! He is dead, Wencheng is destroyed!

In the sky, this is a ghost corpse comparable to the late stage of foundation building, Chen Fan crushed the head in his hand, slapped the storage bag, and more than ten flying swords flashed blood, killing a famous monk who rushed over.

Like cutting cabbage, I saw that the flying sword was constantly swimming, and the heads of the monks were cut off one by one, falling along the formation.

After a few breaths, only Chen Fan and the ghost corpse remained, and the rest of the Qi cultivators had been ruthlessly beheaded by the flying sword.

"You, very strong. But you can't beat me, the difference between the early stage and the later stage is like a moat, you can't get past it!" Tsukiki Ghost Corpse Sen Sen opened his mouth, and then opened his mouth to spit out a cloud of black gas, and a small black flag rolled in the black gas slowly grew larger, about a foot.

"Ghost art, a hundred ghosts walk at night!"

The ghost corpse opened his mouth, and then the sky and the earth changed color, and the sky, which had already begun to brighten, dimmed again, and the wind gusted, which was quite frightening.

Baby-like white souls flew out of the small flags, and there were bursts of baby crying, which was terrifying.

Then the hundred ghost babies formed a sharp sword shape and headed towards Chen Fan, faintly lit up with black light, like a giant sword.

Chen Fan's hands quickly pinched, and more than ten flying swords flew in front of him.

"Ghosts...... Just right, Soul Slashing Sword!" Chen Fan drank in a low voice, waved his hand, and more than ten flying swords came out and slashed towards the flying ghost baby.

The flying sword fell, but it passed by the ghost babies, ping pong, as if there was a protective cover, protecting these ghost babies.

Seeing that layer of black light lit up at the place where the flying sword fell, Chen Fan understood that this black light was the protective cover.

"Sword return!" As soon as Chen Fan drank, more than ten flying swords quickly came over, and the giant sword composed of hundreds of ghost babies also followed.

"Knot!" Chen Fan pinched again, forming a sword net of more than ten flying swords and standing in front of him.

The black giant sword struck in the blink of an eye, slamming into this sword net violently, and almost instantly, four flying swords shattered, and the remaining flying swords were also covered with cracks and were on the verge of shattering.

"The mana in the late stage of foundation building is really much stronger, if I reach the middle stage of foundation building, I may be able to carry it with the monks in the late stage of foundation building without falling behind. Chen Fan opened his mouth in his heart.

His mana was still a little short of a distance compared to the ghost corpse in the late stage of foundation building.

"Hahaha, give it to me, break!" The ghost corpse's eyes lit up, and he was pinching it, and suddenly the black light of the giant sword composed of the ghost baby flashed, and it suddenly rushed forward again, instantly crushing the remaining flying sword.

Chen Fan retreated a few feet in the air, and was stabbed in the chest, but no blood flowed out, but a trace of black and blood-red qi overflowed.

"This ghost corpse is so difficult. Chen Fan said in his heart.

"After a thousand years of corpse poison, even a monk will have to lose half of his life, I don't believe you won't die! The ghost corpse Yin smiled and spoke, then pinched the trick again, and after retracting the ghost baby, he said:

"Refining ghosts!"

Streams of black gas flew out from the top of his head, forming a black tripod above Chen Fan's head, ready to fall down to refine his soul.

"Blood Demon Jue's second blood body, open!" An unprecedented sense of crisis came to his mind, Chen Fan let out a low cry, and suddenly a dragon and tiger image appeared behind him.

"Body Breaker!" Chen Fan took out a cyan long sword from the storage bag again, and after a loud shout, Edgeworth headed towards the ghost corpse.

"Dinglai!" The ghost corpse beckoned, and the black tripod fell from the sky, blocking the path of the cyan long sword.

"Broken!" As soon as Chen Fan drank it, the long sword flashed with blue light, and the speed was faster and flew straight towards the ghost corpse, and the black big tripod was like a void, just barely blocking a few breaths, and it was pierced by the cyan long sword.

At the same time, Chen Fan took out a full ten flying swords of various kinds, controlled the flying swords one by one, and slashed towards the ghost corpse with the black long sword.

"Demon Sword, Broken Sword!" Chen Fan grabbed his hand, and the Demon Sword suddenly burst out with monstrous demonic energy, faintly confronting the sky full of black qi.

Then Chen Fan followed those flying swords and rushed towards the ghost corpse, and streams of demonic qi poured into the demon transformation sword, and the blood light continued to flicker.

With a fierce swing, a dragon and a tiger flew out from the Demon Transformation Sword, and the blood-colored dragon and the blood-colored giant tiger roared and swept towards the ghost corpse.

"The blood body of the Blood Demon Technique can actually complement each other with the Body Breaking Sword? Or are these two tricks the same one. Chen Fan's breath instantly became weak, looking at the two bloody bodies of the tiger roaring and dragon roaring, frowning and thinking.

Obviously it was the Broken Body Sword of the Nine Demon Seeking Swords, why did it stimulate the two bloody bodies? It also cost him almost seventy percent of the demonic energy in his body.

Counting the previous more than one percent, the demonic qi in Chen Fan's body is only a little more than one percent, very weak, if the ghost corpse is not dead, then Chen Fan will be in danger.

"Ghost magic, soul shield!"

The ghost corpse grabbed the small flag and threw it at its feet, instantly turning into a one-man tall black round shield. There was even a hint of fear in his eyes, it was obvious that this foundation building ghost corpse was no different from ordinary people, and he actually knew that he was afraid.

The black sword led by him slammed into the black round shield. In the blink of an eye, the sword shattered and fell to pieces.

The aura of the ghost corpse of Tsukiji weakened significantly, and although it recovered quickly, he could still feel that the ghost corpse had become weak.

The ten flying swords of various types that followed also landed on the black round shield one by one, shattering without exception, and falling into fragments.

And the round shield was also trembling violently, and finally when it collided with the last flying sword, it shattered along with the flying sword and turned into a small flag again.

However, at this time, the small black flag was already in tatters, like a strip of rotten cloth.

The strong aura of the Tsukiji Ghost Corpse weakened violently, and it fell to around the middle of the Tsukiji Tsuki.

"This is his natal magic weapon, if it can be destroyed, I'm afraid it won't even be as good as the early stage of foundation building!" Chen Fan's eyes were happy, and he pinched the trick again, driving a dragon and a tiger towards the ghost corpse.

"Hmph, Hundred Corpses Domain!" The Zhuji ghost corpse spewed out a mouthful of black essence on the small flag, and then pinched it with both hands, and the small flag flew forward.

At the same time as flying away, the ghost corpse also disappeared, and the small flag turned into a square area of about 100 zhang, surrounding a dragon and a tiger.

Then hundreds of identical ghosts appeared, all of them acting the same way.

"Doppelganger technique, no, it's only a ninth-level cultivation of Qi training, what a weird technique!" Chen Fan's pupils shrank and he spoke softly.

"Hundred corpse array!" the hundred ghost corpses opened their mouths in unison, and their voices exploded like thunder, extremely harsh.

Then the hundred ghost corpses moved quickly and orderly and put on an extremely strange formation, surrounding a dragon and a tiger in the middle.

Then the hundred ghost corpses opened their mouths and spat slightly, and a slender black knife flew out and held it in his hand.

Threads of black thread flowed around the long knife, shooting forward violently, like a rope, binding a dragon and a tiger.

Bursts of black-red gas came out of the skin of the dragon and the tiger in contact with the black line, as if they were corroding, causing the dragon and the tiger to roar incessantly.

"Refine!" The hundred ghost corpses spit out a word, and then the black light became more abundant, and the black lines that were entangled around a dragon and a tiger suddenly doubled in thickness, and more black and red gas rose into the air, and there was a slight look of pain and anger in the eyes of a dragon and a tiger, and they looked at Chen Fan pleadingly.

"Blood!"

Two different voices exploded in Chen Fan's mind, but only one word was spoken.

Chen Fan looked at each other for a moment, patted his chest without hesitation, spurted out a mouthful of blood, quickly pinched the trick, divided this mouthful of blood into two parts, and gave it to a dragon and a tiger.

In the blink of an eye, these two parts of blood merged into a dragon and a tiger respectively, and then the blood of the two fierce beasts shone brightly, and the tiger roared and the dragon roared, resounding in the sky.

The Scarlet Dragon and the Scarlet Tiger grew bigger and bigger, and became more blood-red. As a result, the black threads that originally bound them were constantly pulled, and finally broke off one by one.

"Poof!" The hundreds of ghost corpses were countered by the formation, and they all spewed out a mouthful of foul-smelling black blood, looking at the blood dragon and the blood tiger in horror.

"Eat them!" Chen Fan said in a cold voice, he felt that after the blood merged into the dragon and the tiger, he reached a subtle connection with them, and it seemed that he could give some orders.

Then a dragon and a tiger roared again, rushed into the ghost corpse, took a bite of the ghost corpse, and ate it quickly.

As soon as the formation was broken, the dark and thick black clouds over Wencheng quickly dispersed, and the sunlight reappeared, so that many people and Wensong Dao people below could see the situation in the sky clearly.

Seeing a dragon and a tiger ruthlessly devouring the ghost corpse clone, the heart that Wensong Daoren had always been hanging on finally let go.

"Wencheng is safe, Qiumeng disciple, it's really extraordinary!" Wensong Daoren said with emotion, several life and death catastrophes, even below, he could clearly feel the terrifying fluctuations of the ghost corpse's spellcasting.

"The people of Wencheng, I am a Wensong Dao person, so I don't have to flee for the time being. The sound of the vicissitudes of the song sounded in the ears of the people of Wencheng again, making many desperate people resurface hope.

Many children who were still crying stopped crying one after another, and looked at the sky with a puzzled expression, the dragon and the tiger were ruthlessly devouring the ghost corpse clone, and Chen Fan was also breathless, barely standing up.

Seeing that the ghost corpse itself was powerless to return to the sky, one by one the clones were eaten, and they retreated, and immediately turned into a cloud of black gas and prepared to flee.

And at this moment, Chen Fan's heart is strong but his strength is insufficient, and the demonic qi in his body no longer allows him to chase after the ghost corpse, so he can only watch the ghost corpse leave quickly, but Chen Fan is extremely unwilling, this is comparable to the ghost corpse in the later stage of foundation building, not to mention that the black flag that has been tattered is a treasure, the corpse pill in this ghost corpse is also an extremely valuable treasure!

"Demon Sword, go!" Chen Fan shouted fiercely, and sacrificed the Demon Sword in his hand, and then his eyes darkened, and he passed out.

Seeing this, Wen Song Daoren gritted his teeth and luckily The spiritual power in his body flew out, caught Chen Fan steadily, and asked Yao Tian to place him in the City Lord's Mansion and chase after the ghost corpse alone.

Feng Liumei followed Yao Tian to settle Chen Fan with a concerned face, and every time he looked at Chen Fan, he had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

From the meeting, acquaintance to the life and death crisis of the great change in Wencheng, Chen Fan seemed to be extremely cold and unwilling to say a word to himself.

But he chose to save himself at the last moment, does he like me? Feng Liumei kept asking himself.

A day later, Chen Fan woke up and saw that he was lying in a palatial room, with the sleeping Feng Liumei lying on the edge of the bed, and the bed was still a little wet.

Chen Fan got up lightly and gently covered her with the bedding.

There was a black pillar at the head of the bed, a tattered black flag, and his own demonic sword, as well as some spirit stones and medicinal herbs.

Chen Fan smiled slightly, patted the storage bag, and after putting these items into the cyst one by one, he began to look at this rich and spacious room.