The loud sound of flesh and blood clashing in the tomb reverberate, and the hard bricks cast by Mithril were trampled by the huge and small soles of the feet, and the strong wind swept like a merciless storm, and several black gold temple pillars were already on the verge of collapse, and one of them had even broken in two.

Gong Yi Mo has been shocked by the existence of the extremely disparity between the two body types, and it is really shocking that there are hundreds of thousands of catties of strength in the close combat.

The two figures in the center of the storm made ruthless moves, directly attacking the gate of life, and the ghost king, who was more than three feet tall, was covered in blood and spiritual power, but there were no obvious wounds, but the healing speed of each wound was obviously much slower than before.

On the other hand, the figure that was as small as an ant in front of the ghost king, and the scholar's eyes were also bloody, like a tireless beast, and the ruthless attacks passed down from Mo Lao emerged one after another, with the advantage of dexterity in size, the scholar poked out his palm from the broken sleeve, and crushed the tail phalanx of the ghost king's left fist, and the splattered blood dripped on his face, like a powerful ghost coming out of the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring.

"Just a junior of the human race, don't be rampant!"

Nearly 100,000 catties of dark energy power rolled in the ghost king's body like a wave, the ghost king while dealing with this amazingly powerful treacherous sword cultivation, while also suppressing the dark energy in the body, finally laughed angrily, the ghost claws made a knife towards Chang Xi and slashed horizontally, and the black gold temple pillars that were in the way were cut a few feet deep smooth section.

Although the ghost king was unable to exert all kinds of supernatural powers during his lifetime, after all, he had the cultivation of the late stage of the Yuan Infant Realm, and the power of this angry ghost claw palm knife was not inferior to the ordinary sword style, which should not be underestimated.

"Noise. ”

Chang Xi's eyes were as cold as nine shadows, the golden dragon phantom behind him bloomed with brilliant brilliance, the sword intent keel in his body trembled, he turned around and raised his fist, and the mysterious sword intent was wrapped in the blood-stained fist, and he met the palm knife with his fist.

The sword qi sings the heavens and the earth, and then there is an inch of strength to open the sky.

The Qingshuang Sword and Chang Xi have the same mind, the rich ice and cold contained in the sword body are vented out, Chang Xi punches out the extremely cold wind that is cold to the bone, and the Ghost King's palm knife has been frozen before it arrives, Chang Xi's fist has opened the sky, and the ice sculpture has been blasted into slag.

The ghost king retreated in pain, his frost-stained left wrist was too much of a yin qi consumption, and his left palm had not been able to recover, just when the ghost king stepped back, a blood-stained robe with a foot on the dragon had appeared in front of him, and the sword qi resounded like a dragon's groan, and the long sword of Sen Ran pierced into his eye socket.

One thorn, one twist, one pull.

The action is so relentless.

The ghost king's hands and eyes were injured and his momentum fell, and he screamed and retreated back again and again, and then he no longer thought about how he wanted to torture Chang Xi before, and rushed back to the nine steps in the center of the tomb with great speed, and swallowed the mysterious breath flowing on the coffin into his abdomen, and the injuries on the ghost king's body began to recover quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The ghost king gritted his teeth, this pure death intent condensed by the millions of yin souls in the Guanqiao Ancient Tomb was extremely precious even to him during his lifetime, and it could not be used without the critical moment of breaking through the bottleneck, but now it was forced to be used to recover from his injuries, how could he not make his heart bleed?

Chang Xi noticed that the Ghost King not only recovered from his injuries quickly, but even the cultivation in the late stage of the Yuan Infant Realm, which was slightly unstable, began to grow slowly, and his heart was shocked.

If this allows the ghost king to break through the shackles of the realm, even if it is only a half-step transformation of the divine realm, once the ghost king who can communicate the spiritual power of heaven and earth for his own use can use the magic power of the demon race before birth, everyone in the tomb is buried here today.

Chang Xi stared closely at the mysterious aura beside the ghost king that he had never seen before, feeling that the mysterious aura seemed to echo with his Donkey Kong Silent Body, and he finally knew why the abbot of the Pure Sect of Hongyuan Temple would guide him to Tengzhou City.

That is the intent of pure death.

Chang Xi's heart was hot, his mouth snorted coldly, and the Tiangang sword step under his feet took a step, not to mention what effect this pure death intent can have on Donkey Kong's Silent Body, just the fact that it can make the ghost king recover from his injuries is enough for Chang Xi to fight all means to stop it.

However, just as Chang Xi jumped up the steps where the coffin was placed, Donkey Kong's Silence Body suddenly operated to the extreme, and the pure death intent seemed to have found an outlet for catharsis as if the flood that was about to burst the embankment, and frantically rushed towards Chang Xi's body.

Chang Xi really wrote the horror on his face at this time, it was not unbearable to be poured into the body by the pure death intent, he had already refined the dragon bone left to him by the candle for five or six points of power, and it was not difficult to suppress the death intent for his own use under the mighty dragon power, but what made Chang Xi frightened was that when Donkey Kong's death body absorbed the death intent, he couldn't control his body, so wouldn't he let the ghost king slaughter him?

The Ghost King relied on the cultivation of the late stage of the Yuan Infant Realm to refine the Pure Death Intent to repair his injuries, and when he saw this sword cultivator who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, he wanted to do a good thing for him, but he just happened to see that this strange guy who didn't know what was in his body was poured into the Pure Death Intent and couldn't move, so he immediately raised his head to the sky and roared: "It's really a way to heaven that you don't go, and there is no door to hell for you to break in and die!"

The ghost king strode forward with five fingers into claws, and was about to pinch and explode this sword cultivation head in one fell swoop.

There was a shadow in the tomb, Gong Yi Mo involuntarily flew forward with a knife, for some reason, she had a momentary impulse, she wanted to save him.

"Junior, go back. ”

An incomparably old and decaying old man's voice sounded faintly in her ears, as if it came from the sky, and it seemed to be close at hand.

Gong Yi Mo's beautiful eyes were full of disbelief, he saw that behind the Ghost King, the headless corpse of the Gong Loss Ancestor who was bound by countless black lines actually moved, as if he had used all his strength to stab the only remaining Sen Ran arm bone into the Ghost King's body.

"Old things that don't know whether to live or die. ”

The ghost king shrank the palm of the hand that was about to burst Chang Xi's head, looked back, smiled fiercely, and smashed the scattered corpses of the ancestor of the previous generation of Gongyi with one palm, and the miserable white bones rolled down the steps to the feet of Gongyi Mo, letting out a long sigh of finally relief.

This ancestor of the last generation who has been sleeping for hundreds of years does not know that his short blink of an eye for the last wisp of his soul has had such an important impact on Kyushu in the future, if he knows it, he will definitely be able to smile and stare at it.

A Hongmeng thunderbolt as thick as a temple pillar struck through the inverted tornado above Tengzhou City, and went straight into the ground Baizhang into the tomb of the Gongyi clan, and the thunder exploded in the ears of the ghost king.

The Heavenly Master of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, who was carrying purple and gold luck, floated in, brushed the restless pure death intent with one hand, and then stopped the ghost king with an angry palm on the sleeves of the robe.

There are portraits of the ancestors of the past dynasties hanging on the wall of the altar hall on the top of Longhu Mountain, and the portrait scroll representing the ancestors of the first generation of Longhu Mountain in the middle suddenly trembles, the purple gas is thick, blowing the fairy wind gusts, and the golden lotus in the luck pool outside the sacrificial hall is swaying, and the flowers are blooming.

The face of the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, who had a wisp of divine soul for the Heavenly Dao, looked at Chang Xi, who was poured with pure death intent and the spiritual platform was still clear, his vague face was too vaguely visible and amazed, and then looked at the remains of the old ancestor who was dead, with solemnity and compassion on his face.

There was a golden light rising in the shadows in the distance of the tomb hall, illuminating all the darkness, and Gong Yi Mo looked from afar and saw the blood-stained figure of the chief of Wudang Mountain.

The chief of Wudang Mountain bit his finger, spread a long painting in the air, and pointed at it.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, after the Hongmeng Heavenly Thunder broke half of the inverted tornado, and then there was a brilliant volley to cut through the night, all the disciples of the Gongyi family could not help themselves under this continuous brilliant heavenly might.

Thousands of miles away on Wudang Mountain, several terrifying old people with white beards and white robes stood under the statue of Emperor Zhenwu, facing Tengzhou City and bowing their heads from afar.