Luo Xiaotian didn't let them wait long, he directly stood on the Blood Soul Platform, clasped his fists at the elders, and spoke. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"In Xia Luo Xiaoshan, I want to fight the master of the fifth cave mansion. ”

Zhu Yuantian had found out that Yan Guanghua had gone to Luo Xiaotian's side before, and he was discussing something. He already knew the end.

Luo Xiaotian has a great reputation in the Blood Soul Sect, and it is even rumored that the two ancestors of the infant transformation period call him the first person under the infant transformation. On the first day he entered the Blood Soul Sect, he occupied the best cave mansions, and all the cave mansions in the Blood Soul Sect changed owners. It can be seen that Luo Xiaotian does have some strength.

But when did he, Zhu Yuantian, fear a strong enemy?

At the moment when Luo Xiaotian's words fell, from among the elders, a strong man nearly one zhang tall jumped out, covered in Jianzi flesh, and at the moment of going to the Blood Soul Stage, his qi and blood climbed to the extreme. Even if it is dozens of feet apart, you can still feel the thick qi and blood.

"Then, let's fight!" Zhu Yuantian's momentum rose, and his fierce fighting intent burned.

Luo Xiaotian could feel the power of Zhu Yuantian's physical body, even if he was a person with a blood-shattering vein, he didn't have such a powerful physical body, which was very strange, you know, because the path he chose was impassable, the flesh of a monk with a blood-shattering vein was usually stronger than that of a demonic soul.

This body is almost condensed into substantial qi and blood, and it doesn't look like a monk with a soul in the same vein.

Luo Xiaotian's eyes were a little dignified, and his physical body of such strength was not far from that after he blessed it with the Ripping Soil Split.

"Please. ”

Luo Xiaotian waved his sleeves and gave up the lead.

Zhu Yuantian was not annoyed by being underestimated, he let out a low cry in his throat, stepped on the ground with his feet, and cracked the blessed ground, and his body burst out like an arrow from the string. The huge fist was the size of Luo Xiaotian's face.

How can the cultivation of magic techniques be considered proficient? Luo Xiaotian felt that it should not be allowed to pinch the magic tricks to assist in casting spells, and he only needed to have a thought in his heart to cast the magic tricks. The Five Doors and Five Elements Technique, Luo Xiaotian has already practiced very proficiently, and as soon as his mind moves, there will be earthy yellow runes attached to his body.

The left fist slammed up and punched Zhu Yuantian.

The punch was all a temptation, but the result was somewhat unexpected, and the two men took two steps back before stopping. It's a tie.

Both sides did not use all their strength, and their hearts were surprised.

Zhu Yuantian looked at Luo Xiaotian with jealousy, if he could, he didn't want to start a war with Luo Xiaotian. As a cultivator of the Soul Evil Bloodline, he was able to cultivate such a powerful physical body, even in the Blood Soul Sect, it was rare. When he usually fights against monks who are equal to or better than him, his powerful body is often the hole card to turn the tables. But now, it is useless in front of Luo Xiaotian.

It seems that it can only be a hard battle.

The thoughts flashed in his heart, and as soon as Zhu Yuantian's body stabilized, he raised his hand and threw out a dark ghost, which released more than a dozen blood-red ghosts with double eyes and red eyes to kill Luo Xiaotian.

Luo Xiaotian's mind moved, this was a superficial use of the Blood Soul Sect's soul corpse clone method, which could temporarily manipulate the cultivation of ghosts that were lower than his own for his own use.

But all the ghost cultivation has no meaning to Luo Xiaotian. Unless Luo Xiaotian can't even have time to sacrifice the soul sealing cloth, it will be the same in front of Luo Xiaotian. As for low-level ghost cultivation, Luo Xiaotian can solve it by himself.

A head-sized flame appeared in front of Luo Xiaotian, blasting towards the more than a dozen ghost cultivators, turning into a rain of fire and burning those ghost cultivators with screams, and even almost wiped out.

And Zhu Yuantian was just buying time for himself, and he didn't pay attention to the screams of more than a dozen ghost cultivators.

A palm-sized pitch-black jade floated in front of him, and as he quickly punched out a few spells and entered, a terrible cry came from inside. A ghostly figure emerged from the dark jade. It's a ghost that can already take on a human form, and it's a ...... The ghost king of the late Yuan Infant!

The elders watching below all had a look of fear in their eyes, Zhu Yuantian's biggest help was this ghost king who was manipulated by him, although it was in the late stage of the Yuan Infant, but with Zhu Yuantian's cooperation, he could exert a strength comparable to that of the early stage of the infant transformation.

They all knew a thing or two about Zhu Yuantian's methods, and they were not surprised to see this ghost king appear. It's just a little curious what means Luo Xiaotian will use to deal with Zhu Yuantian's ghost king.

Luo Xiaotian was also very surprised when he saw Zhu Yuantian sacrifice the ghost king. Could it be that the method of soul corpse clone is already strong enough to subdue the ghost king? With the strength of the Blood Soul Sect's infant transformation ancestor, wouldn't it be able to subdue an infant transformation ghost king who is about the same strength as oneself? Or subdue all the ghost kings in those ghost realms, wouldn't those ghost realms be the same as the back garden of the Blood Soul Sect?

I saw Zhu Yuantian pointing at the center of the ghost king's eyebrows, and countless complex lines appeared on the ghost king's body, and disappeared again. Obviously, it is not so simple to control a ghost king, Zhu Yuantian doesn't know how many prohibitions have been carved on this ghost king to control it.

"Go!" Zhu Yuantian let out a low shout, and the blood-red halo in the ghost king's eyes flickered, and he roared towards Luo Xiaotian.

At the same time, the ghost king's hands slapped in front of him, and a pair of huge ghost hands appeared, wanting to catch Luo Xiaotian.

Unlike the giant hands that Luo Xiaotian had seen the Blood Demon King cast before, these huge ghost hands were composed of spiritual power.

With a stretch of his arms, he dissipated the huge ghost hands, and smashed out with another punch, and the rich spiritual power wrapped and smashed on the ghost king's body.

The moment it was contacted, lines flashed on the ghost king's body, and he wanted to block Luo Xiaotian's fist, but it was broken in an instant, and when it landed on the ghost king, almost no force was reduced.

The Ghost King was beaten back, and his body was a little less solid.

Seeing this, Zhu Yuantian gritted his teeth, slapped his palm on his chest, and a mouthful of essence blood came out and sprinkled on the ghost king.

Suddenly, I saw that all the lines on the ghost king's body lit up, and his eyes turned into a deep blood red, as if there was a sea of blood in it. The Ghost King's momentum skyrocketed, multiplying several times in an instant, and an eerie aura enveloped the Blood Soul Table. Luo Xiaotian clearly felt that there was a little more yin qi here, if it was thicker, maybe the spiritual power would be displaced, and this place would be temporarily turned into a ghost realm.

Luo Xiaotian knew that he couldn't drag it any longer, the earthy yellow runes on his body skyrocketed, and he rushed up suddenly, grabbing a frantically burning flame in his hand and smashing it towards the ghost king.

The ghost king roared angrily, and stretched out his fist to fight with Luo Xiaotian.

With a loud bang, Luo Xiaotian was repulsed.

And the ghost king, one arm is covered with fine cracks, and it cannot be restored in a short time.

Zhu Yuantian used a secret method to enhance the ghost king, and he was also implicated, and spit out a mouthful of blood. With a wry smile: "I lost." ”