Several green rays shot out of the ghost fire again, Yang Zhaodi blocked it alone, and suddenly her body shook, her body was forced into the corner, and she couldn't hold back it anymore, and spurted out a mouthful of essence blood with a snort.

The water-green clothes, decorated with essence and blood, look a little desolate.

"Die......!

When the three of them could not avoid it, a green light that was several times thicker than the original shot out, whistling, and dancing wildly like the Nine Demons.

Yang Zhaodi's face was pale, the corners of her mouth were still hanging with the crystal blood donation, and she gritted her teeth, ready to use all her strength to block this move.

At this moment, a dark cyan light galloped down from above the heads of the three of them, and in the whistling wind, the dark blue light forcibly intercepted the strange green light of the dark path a foot in front of Yang Zhaodi.

"Boom ......"

A burst of glare erupted, and Yang Zhaodi and the three of them were shocked by the brilliant light, and even the two of them were shocked to the ground by the weaker and more seriously injured Void Situ Feng.

After a while, Yang Zhaodi opened her eyes, and she didn't know when there was one more person in front of her, a man with short hair and wearing a green coat.

The man had his back to him, and he couldn't see clearly in the dimness, but for some reason, Yang Zhaodi only felt that this thin figure that was not too tall seemed to be an insurmountable god.

"It's okay. ”

At this moment, a familiar voice came, Yang Zhaodi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly looked, but the man in front of him had already turned his head.

That look, that face......

He is the most hated person in his life!

Yun Xiaoxie!

"It's you!"

Yang Zhaodi cried out in a lost voice.

After thousands of calculations, I didn't expect that the great god-like figure who had just saved his life turned out to be that extremely obscene Yun Xiaoxie!

Yun Xiaoye grinned and said, "Isn't it me, they all say how powerful your tigress is, and none of the three of you have beaten anyone, it's really a shame for your master Lingyun Fairy! In the end, I saved you!"

Yang Zhaodi was angry and shouted: "Stinky boy, who wants you to save it!"

Now, she finally understood which four juniors the mysterious four juniors in the coffin just now meant. It turned out that the last person was Yun Xiaoxie.

It's just that Yun Xiaoxie's guy is too hateful, and the three of them are half dead, and he has no intention of helping, so he has been hiding on it.

However, Yang Zhaodi knew that Yun Xiaoxie's cultivation had not even reached the sixth layer of the Divine Thought Realm, and he was definitely not the opponent of the mysterious master in the coffin.

In the coffin, there was a deep hoarse voice, and there was even a little incredible: "You...... Who are you, who can break my netherworld!"

Yun Xiaoxiao turned his head, coughed, and said, "What's so great about the Netherworld? Not to mention the Netherworld, it is the Nine Netherworld Soul Array in the courtyard that collects yin qi and souls, and I can water it as soon as I soak in urine. ”

"You!"

The voice in the darkness seemed to tremble for the first time, and said angrily, "Who the hell are you! Even the Nine Ghost Soul Array knows!"

Yun Xiaoye shrugged his shoulders, his face did not have any pressure, but he held the nameless short stick tightly in his hand, and said loudly: "Hear clearly, I am the strongest dashing and dignified person in the universe who is better than Pan An Xiaolang Jun Yun Xiaoxie, if you know each other, let them go quickly, otherwise I will start a fire, and even I will be afraid!"

"Yun Xiaoxie?" the man in the darkness seemed to muttered to himself, and then said hoarsely: "I haven't heard of it!"

Yun Xiaoye was stunned, jumped up and scolded angrily: "What kind of senior master are you, you haven't even heard my name?"

The ghostly fire suddenly grew bigger in the wind, and said hoarsely: "No matter who you are, you will die!"

As soon as the words fell, seven strange green rays flew towards Yun Xiaoxie.

Behind him, the emptiness and Situ Feng's faces changed greatly, and they screamed, even Yang Zhaodi, who was the enemy of life and death with Yun Xiaoxie, couldn't bear to look at it.

Yun Xiaoxie was shocked in his heart, and the blue light of the nameless short stick in his hand suddenly rose, mixed with a trace of weird red light.

Bang bang......

With seven dull loud noises in a row, Yun Xiaoxie took seven steps back, but he unexpectedly blocked the seven unstoppable green rays.

The faces of the three people behind him were overjoyed, looking at this appearance, the ugly short stick magic weapon in Yun Xiaoxie's hand was not afraid of the corrosive green mang!

"Babbling ......"

A voice of surprise came from the coffin.

Yun Xiaoye seemed to be able to easily block the seven green rays, but the essence blood in his body was tumbling, and if he hadn't forcibly suppressed it, he was afraid that he would have spit out blood.

As soon as he settled, he threw out the nameless short stick in his hand.

This time, instead of striking the coffin in the distance, the stick shot upwards above the head.

Bang!

A large hole was suddenly punched in the roof, and countless tiles and wood fell from above.

He turned around and saw Yang Zhaodi still standing there stupidly, and scolded angrily: "Have you been beaten stupid?

With that, he grabbed the nameless baton and rushed into the darkness in front of him again, in the direction of the violently burning Nether Fire.

Yang Zhaodi and the three of them stood side by side, their faces were pale, and the corners of each person's mouth were bloodstained.

Situ Feng glanced at the big hole in the roof and shouted, "Fairy, emptiness, let's go quickly!"

At this moment, the Prajna Heart Circle arranged at the door shattered, and the nine Buddha beads flew back again, and countless Yin Spirits rushed in with a roar.

Yang Zhaodi bit her lip, and was about to rush up to the Ice Heart Strange Flower, which Cheng wanted to be dragged by Situ Feng and Emptiness left and right.

"Let me go! I won't let him save me!"

Emptiness shouted: "If we don't leave, none of us will be able to leave!"

Yang Zhaodi said angrily: "If you want to go, you go!"

Yun Xiaoxie was resisting Lu Mang with all his might, and when he saw countless Yin Spirits rushing in, he was in a hurry and scolded: "Ugly woman! Get out of here! Get out! Lao Tzu will be annoyed when he sees you! If you don't get out of here, Lao Tzu will strip off your clothes and correct you on the spot!"

Yang Zhaodi's face was pale with anger, and she was in a hurry, and she vomited a mouthful of essence blood again.

Situ Feng and Emptiness stood up with Yang Zhaodi on the left and right, and shouted: "Yun Shaoxia, you hold on, I will find someone to save you immediately!"

In the darkness, three rays of light flew out of the dark hole in the roof and disappeared.

At the moment before flying out, Yang Zhaodi saw that Yun Xiaoxie's figure was surrounded by countless ghosts, and there were dozens of weird green rays shooting towards him, her eyes were dark, and she fainted.

In the darkness, who rushed forward desperately at that moment?

In the world, who is composing that tragic movement?

The wind was howling, the ghosts were crying continuously, Yun Xiaoyi saw that the three of them were about to take the opportunity to escape after flying away, which Cheng thought, when he turned around, the huge room was already full of yin spirits.

Only the direction of the coffin is empty.

His retreat was completely cut off. I can't complain in my heart, it seems that tonight is really more auspicious.

The person in the coffin had already seriously injured Yang Zhaodi and the others without showing up, and he was definitely not his opponent.

What's more, there are so many bloodthirsty Yin Spirits.

He didn't pay any attention to the coffin, and pounced on the endless yin spirits behind him like a god of war with a nameless short stick in his hand, the cyan light and the red strange light flew back and forth among the countless yin spirits.

Occasionally, one or two yellow talismans were struck out, making a deafening explosion.

Yun Xiaoxie's heart was gradually enveloped by a bloodthirsty feeling, and his eyes turned red.

The red jade jue at the top of the nameless short stick released more and more blood light, and countless yin spirits were swept by the blood light, and immediately turned into green smoke.

Crackling, roaring, wind, rage.

And the hysterical screams before dying.

Yun Xiaoxiao was like a ghostly god of death who frantically collected living beings, his eyes were as red as blood, and the murderous and evil aura quickly diffused in his body and mind.

Netherworld, this rare evil thing, finally completely controlled Yun Xiaoxie's body in this dark night.

It seems that the invincible ghost ancestor of a thousand years ago has reappeared in the world.

Kill it.

Kill it.

Only killing can alleviate that bloodthirsty anger in the heart.

From the house, killed into the yard.

Endless yin qi poured in from all directions like ocean waves, with a strange disgusting aura and a biting coldness.

Finally, those Yin spirits who were not afraid of death were afraid.

The aura of death from the magic weapon in the hands of that weak human made them, the Yin Spirits, who had already died once, also deeply jealous.

Perhaps, only if you have really died, will you cherish life more.

Countless Yin Spirits, howling in horror, dodging the red blood light, Yun Xiaoxiao stood on the black sand in the middle of the courtyard, holding the nameless short stick tightly in his hand, and the cold breath quickly traveled all over his body, making his eyes redder and redder.

He stood proudly and looked up at the sky.

His body was almost completely bathed in that terrible red light, and the weight of his evil aura was incomparable.

Tonight, in this Nine Nether Soul Array, Netherworld Jian finally suppressed the dark cyan light of the Divine Wooden Stick for the first time with its infinite Yin Spirit Ghost Power.

"Bang!"

There was a dull sound in the room, as if something hard had been violently shaken down.

The next moment, a figure shrouded in black light appeared at the door of the hall, he was dressed in inky black, his long hair was dry and scattered, his skin was pale, and a strong aura of death emanated from his body.

If he is said to be a dead man, I am afraid that no one will doubt it.

After the appearance of this mysterious person, the countless yin spirits hovering in the sky quickly quieted down, and even avoided this person from a distance, as if they were very afraid.

Yun Xiaoxiao slowly turned his head, and his eyes were as red as blood as he looked at the man in black.

The man in black walked slowly, his footsteps were silent, and he walked three inches close to the ground, which was extremely weird.

"No wonder you can block the Netherworld, I didn't expect that in the Righteous Path Cultivation, there would be someone who cultivates such a heavy magic weapon!"

His voice was no longer hoarse, but it was even lower, and the eyes in the black light stared at the nameless short stick in Yun Xiaoxie's hand, and the expression on his face changed.

It seems to be surprised, it seems to be strange, it seems to be surprised.

With his knowledge and experience, he naturally knew that the only magic weapon in the world that had such a vicious aura was the piece of Netherworld Jian in the hands of the ancestor ghost king Xue Tian.

But it was obvious that the two-foot short stick in the hand of the young man named Yun Xiaoye in front of him was definitely not a netherworld.