Yao Chong's face was slightly pale, and he ordered the people below to sail the fortune boat away from the center of the lake, so as not to be affected by the aftershocks of the two fighting.

The Coffin Mountain Ridge is located in the southeast corner of the Luo Yu Mountain region, facing the Sorrowful Sea, backed by the Ghost Gate, and practicing some witchcraft and evil methods that damage the Yin Virtue, although it has nothing to do with the righteousness and brightness, but the Coffin Mountain Ridge has few disciples, and the damage is their own Yin Virtue, and there is no trouble, even the major war departments and several Yama Palaces, and they can't provoke these Yin and Yin guys.

Yao Chong, as the most influential old man in the court of Luo Yushan, has many spies in charge of the secret department, and has a considerable understanding of the situation inside and outside the Coffin Mountain Ridge, and even slightly dabbles in some secret things inside the Coffin Mountain Ridge.

This hundred-zhang tall giant octopus monster is called a giant octopus, inhabiting the depths of the Sea of Sorrow, a few drops of essence blood fused with the dragon son "Pu Lao" by chance before his death, and then transformed into a hideous monster with infinite power, and was later captured by the power in the coffin mountain range, and used the ancient sacrifice technique to extract the soul of the octopus monster for his own use, and then was able to drive the remains of this small mountain of Zhangju.

In Zhang Ju's body, the coffin boy covered in fishy mucus inserted his hands into Zhang Ju's skull, and the body of the octopus monster, which was as huge as a hill, trembled, and then turned white, and then turned black, and locked Chang Xi's position from afar, and immediately hissed a terrible sound, and actually rushed over on the lake!

A hill broke through the lake head-on, and this shocking visual impact made several fairies on the Fu boat scream again and again.

Chang Xi moved his body and walked a few steps sideways, so that this hill that didn't know whether to stop the car or not would hurt the pond fish, and the undulating waves under his feet wantonly destroyed the quiet artistic conception of the lake, and he stepped on the lake with a mighty kick, and actually pressed down the boundless waves surging on the lake for a while!

Chang Xi ran up on the lake, and he didn't hear anything at first, but after more than a dozen steps, the lake was already covered with thunder and a harsh thunder arc swamp, and he jumped high after a white-robed drag fist, and the thunder arc of the lake touched the soles of his shoes, and his body movements did not show the slightest slowness, and he climbed to the top floor with his whole body, his sleeves were swaying, and a glass-colored fist was rapidly enlarged in the coffin boy's divine reflection.

The cold-blooded coffin boy with a huge skull in his arm suddenly trembled.

The glass fist clearly wrote a big death word.

Zhang Ju lifted ten logs of thick two pillars of flesh staggered to protect the head, a thunderous explosion, the sky was full of broken meat, Zhang Ju's flesh pillar was smashed by Chang Xi's punch, and the coffin boy who was urged by Zhang Ju's soul was deeply affected, opened his mouth and screamed, the green tendons burst out like a dragon, his face was hideous and murderous suddenly, and then he raised his arm to pick up the two thick meat pillars, and smashed them on the head of the white-robed guy who wanted to escape as a result.

Chang Xi stepped back on his toes on the surface of the lake, flicking away the disgusting slime from his fist. Zhang Ju's body was covered with these strange slime, which greatly reduced the power of Chang Xi's fist, and a punch with a strength of two million catties should be able to open this guy's face, but this slime was really slippery, and the fist was twisted open, making Chang Xi feel a sense of powerlessness when his fist hit the cotton.

Far thicker than the elephant's legs, the pillar of flesh of Zhang Ju can't be shaken off behind Chang Xi like kraft candy, this Zhang Ju's body is stained with a few drops of essence blood of Longzi Pu Lao, and it has a healing power that can be called domineering and incomprehensible, and the pillar of flesh that was broken by Chang Xi before quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Zhenjiang, who was wearing a tight black cloud brocade robe, stood at the stern of the boat, Kong Wu's powerful body was plated with a layer of golden light by the noon sun, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, and his thick lips were pursed into a line, he was very surprised that the unknown young man could not show his decline even after the coffin boy called out Zhang Ju, which was quite different from his previous expectations.

There are not a few people who have the same idea as Lin Zhenjiang on the Fu boat, the monks with weak divine thoughts stretched their necks and wanted to see some ways in this good scene where you chase me;

Xu Qing's eyes were locked on the figure on the lake that was as white as her.

The coffin boy drove Zhang Ju's body to deliberately drive Chang Xi into the encirclement of many tentacles, and the huge tentacles that pursued more than one made waves several times, almost smashing a slightly closer lucky boat, Chang Xi, who did not want to harm the pond fish, had to be obediently led by the nose, stretched out his hand to crush the lake rain curtain that was thrown into the sky, and finally began to fight back after being laughed and scolded by the second personality "People are good and are bullied".

The fluttering white clothes stopped suddenly, sideways to avoid the thick tentacles like maggots on tarsal bones, Chang Xi's index finger and middle finger were put together and then slightly bent, and the sword finger was raised suddenly, and the abundant water spiritual power of the lake jumped intimately on the fingertips of Chang Xi's sword qi, and suddenly there was a short-lived ice flower sword qi blooming like a tide on the Shenshen Lake.

The sword qi blooms on the surface of the lake like a thousand years of ice flowers, the beauty is thrilling, and the flowers are rooted in the heart of the lake. The edge of the ice flower was as sharp as a blade, and the coffin boy who didn't know the mystery of it waved his tentacles to destroy the ice flower, and the huge tentacles smashed down, and the ice flower splattered into ashes in response, but the tentacles also ended up with the same tragic end.

A series of unbelievable exclamations rang out one after another from the three ships.

The coffin boy hiding in the depths of Zhang Ju's body had an ugly face, originally he wanted to urge the spiritual power to make the fragmented tentacles heal as before, but who knew that the sword qi and ice flowers of the white-robed young man were spread all over the fracture, cutting off the supply of spiritual power for healing supernatural powers, not only that, but this sword qi was like a transit locust, constantly eating away at the flesh and blood of the tentacles, so difficult to entangle.

In the reflection of the coffin boy's divine thoughts, the white-robed sword fairy was unforgiving, stepping on the tentacles and carrying the sword to attack on his tiptoes, the corners of the coffin boy's mouth were upturned, and the four tentacles rolled up one after another, and the daunting tentacle suction cup suddenly tightened, and the surrounding aura with Zhang Ju as the center was swallowed clean by the stream in an instant, and the four tentacles rose up a gray circle of light, which made the distant audience on the fortune boat depressed.

The four tentacles blocked the space from four angles, and crossed towards Chang Xi under the head with the momentum of splitting Huashan, avoiding it, and the collapse of the top of his head was like Mount Tai toppling!

The lake is full of murder!

The qi on the lake is as disordered as a pot boiling soup, and it must not overflow at all, like a cage with nowhere to hide.

Chang Xi lifted the sword in his hand and stepped out with a thunderous foot, standing on the surface of the lake, his knees bent and pressed down, his shoulders bulged, the dark cave sword buzzed endlessly, the tip of the sword swung with the gesture of the sword master, and then the right hand holding the sword slammed towards the top of his head.

With the white-clothed black sword as the center of the circle, the surrounding five hundred zhang deep lake water was lifted by him with one arm.

What a world change.