As soon as Murong Cheng and Ji Jiantong jumped into the ground after jumping below, they saw "Zhang Zijin" looking at them with a smile.

"Your Excellency is not a monk of the Demon Refining Sect, what advice do you have for coming to my Yin Corpse Sect?" Murong Cheng opened his mouth and said, he was already completely sure that this Zhang Zijin in front of him was fake.

"I'm here for the lives of tens of thousands of innocent monks in the Ten Peerless Cities!" Lu Chen manipulated the Divine Wood Mask and revealed his true face.

"Hmph, Your Excellency has such a big breath!" Ji Jiantong sneered.

"I can take away the entire spiritual vein of your Yin Corpse Sect, can't I still deal with the two of you?" Lu Chen said.

"Since you want to seek death, this sect will fulfill you!" Murong Cheng's eyes surged with murderous intent.

After speaking, Murong Cheng waved his right hand, and the magic sword in his hand immediately flew up.

The magic sword flew into the air, instantly turning into a black giant sword, standing above this person, this sword, exuding a black light.

On the body of this sword, a tiger pattern is depicted.

A cyan giant tiger phantom immediately emerged from this pattern, this tiger was about three feet tall, and its eyes projected two bloodthirsty rays of blood, and the tiger soul and the black sword were integrated, making the sword even more powerful.

"Tiger roaring slash!" Murong Cheng roared, his whole body's spiritual power burst out, and he controlled the black sword to slash down towards Lu Chen. The black giant sword in mid-air, with an incomparably powerful sword aura, roared towards Lu Chen.

Lu Chen's expression was as usual, Murong Cheng's giant sword was indeed extraordinary, especially after fusing the tiger soul, its power was even more amazing, but, no matter how powerful it was, this magic sword was only an eighth-order magic weapon.

Lu Chen took out the Zhenxian Pagoda from the storage ring and threw it forward, and in the shocked eyes of Murong Cheng and Ji Jiantong, the Zhenxian Pagoda suddenly flew the black sword!

Immediately, Lu Chen jumped and grabbed the black sword in his hand at once.

"Just with this person's Yuanying Great Perfection cultivation, he also wants to refine my eighth-order high-grade magic weapon?haha, when the beast soul retaliates, I can take the opportunity to kill him in one fell swoop, and his pagoda magic weapon will be mine!" A sneer flashed in Murong Cheng's heart.

At the moment when Lu Chen's right hand grabbed the black sword, the Zhenxian Pagoda hovering in the air suddenly erupted with a powerful spiritual power pressure, and in the blink of an eye, the black sword was tightly locked. The tiger soul in the giant sword showed a fierce light, struggling frantically, and there were bursts of unwilling roars from his mouth, the black sword wanted to break free from Lu Chen's right hand, but, under the pressure of the spiritual power of the Zhenxian Tower, the tiger soul was instantly suppressed, and Lu Chen took the opportunity to put the tiger roaring sword into the storage ring!

"My Tiger Roaring Sword!" This eighth-order high-grade magic sword was obtained by Murong Cheng after experiencing nine deaths in a secret realm, as soon as this sword came out, ordinary god early stage monks could kill it casually, such a divine weapon was snatched by the opponent, Murong Cheng was dumbfounded, and a spark of hatred burst out in his eyes.

It's just that before Murong Cheng could fight back, the Zhenxian Pagoda in mid-air had already smashed towards him.

Murong Cheng's complexion changed drastically, his body retreated violently, and his hands were constantly sealed in front of him, he knew that the power of this small tower with its humble appearance was still above his Tiger Roar Sword.

One defensive light curtain after another appeared in front of Murong Cheng, and after a few breaths, he had already arranged dozens of defensive lights

Curtain. It's just that as soon as these light curtains touched the Zhenxian Tower, they all shattered immediately.

Murong Cheng continued to retreat, this was the first time he had felt the fear of death since he had cultivated, and he hurriedly summoned three golden corpse puppets from the storage ring to block in front of him.

"Senior brother, save me!" Murong Cheng shouted.

Ji Jiantong didn't expect Lu Chen's cultivation to be so profound, but after a few breaths, he beat his junior brother without the power to fight back, Ji Jiantong waved his big hand, and the two golden corpse puppets flew out of the storage ring and rushed towards Murong City.

In order to be able to fight quickly, Lu Chen sacrificed the Zixiao gourd from the storage ring and spewed out a few thunderbolts towards those golden corpse puppets.

The five golden corpse puppets summoned by Murong Cheng and Ji Jiantong had not yet made a move, and they had been split in half by these thunderbolts.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After the Zhenxian Tower smashed the last few defensive light curtains in front of Murong Cheng, the power was undiminished, and it fell on Murong Cheng, only to hear a miserable scream, this person had been smashed by the Zhenxian Tower, and the Yuan Shen gradually dissipated.

After killing Murong Cheng, Lu Chen continued to manipulate the Zhenxian Pagoda to smash towards Ji Jiantong.

Ji Jiantong hurriedly fled towards the exit of the Purgatory Heavenly Prison, in order to win a glimmer of life, Ji Jiantong threw out a rope with silver light towards the Zhenxian Tower, only to see this silver rope, with a whoosh, it wrapped the Zhenxian Tower, and this rope turned out to be an eighth-order high-grade magic weapon.

There are still ten zhang, you can escape and ascend to heaven, Ji Jiantong is overjoyed.

Lu Chen stood in place, and didn't get up to chase after him, only to see his right hand raised and pressed it into the void.

"Thunder!" Lu Chen spat lightly in his mouth, and above the index finger of his right hand, a thunderous and electric rage appeared, and then a purple star flew towards Ji Jiantong. The purple star point emitted a monstrous aura of destruction in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a purple thunderbolt.

This thunder and lightning was like a thunder dragon, with a rumbling thunder, smashed on Ji Jiantong's body, before this person had time to defend, the Yuan Shen was crushed by the thunder and lightning, and his body was emitting a trace of green smoke and fell into the big pit.

Lu Chen's big hand rolled, and the storage rings of Murong Cheng and Ji Jiantong, as well as the silver rope, fell into Lu Chen's hands.

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