The yellow crane is like a dragon, like a fly.

Huang He's eyes were bright red as blood, and as soon as his mind moved, the two bloody corpses of the Cave Heaven Realm would come up head-on.

"Ten Thousand Dragons Dynasty Sect!

The Wanlong Dynasty Sect is the fifth-level martial art of the Dragon Slaying Gong, and it is the strongest method that Feng Budu has practiced so far, and the consumption is extremely huge, and his Dragon Dao Xuan Qi can only be used once in a short period of time.

Feng Budu's eyes were bloodshot, his body sank suddenly, and the bloody corpse was torn to pieces, and the lapidis dragon devoured the yellow crane with a roar.

The green gold dragon was not exhausted, and rushed to the end, making a loud noise in the square, and suddenly formed a huge battle pit, and the wind, rubble, dust, and loud noises were intertwined, and it could not be calmed down for a long time.

When the fog receded slightly, a vague shadow staggered, stabilized his body and walked towards the center of the huge pit, he looked down at the corpse of the yellow crane, a trace of pain passed over his face, and closed his eyes calmly.

This is the calm that the wind has been waiting for for a long time, a hard-won calm.

But before he could continue to enjoy the peace, he opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes full of fear, and looked back at the sarcophagus, his body trembling violently.

"Why did he stop?" he muttered as he looked at the bloody coffin.

The Blood Corpse King did not stop because of Huang He's death, but became even more crazy, the gap in the sarcophagus expanded to two feet wide, and Yun Yao ......

He fell for Yun Yao's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain.

The light around Yun Yao's body was extremely strong at this time, and the inscription short staff in his hand emitted countless streamers, converging into a light snake as thick as an arm and penetrating into that gap.

Although the sarcophagus did not have the protection of Bai Mei, there was still a faint resistance power, resisting Yun Yao's streamer, so she worked harder, and gradually, her face became pale, and it seemed that the energy consumed had exceeded his limit.

Feng Budu didn't know when he had come to the edge of the sarcophagus, only a foot away from Yun Yao, and he now understood that Yun Yao had just given up blocking him, but he had more important things to do.

He looked at Yun Yao quietly, and Yun Yao also looked at him, like a pearl placed on the edge of a cliff. Eventually, he walked away and walked towards the Blood Corpse King.

There were already noisy voices coming out of the sarcophagus, and the sound was wave after wave, making people's scalp tingle, and finally mountain ghosts began to rush out, densely packed.

Some of them fell directly from the sarcophagus, while most of them stretched out their noses and sniffed slightly in the air, then let out a hungry scream, directly ignoring Feng Budu and Yun Yao, and rushed towards the Blood Corpse King, desperately biting his body.

Soon, the huge body of the Blood Corpse King was devoured by countless mountain ghosts!

However, at this strange moment, Feng Budu frowned, in the army of mountain ghosts, there seemed to be a few blood-red ones, which were clearly bloody corpses.

Bloody corpses?

Those few blood corpses were obviously regarded as alien by the mountain ghosts, and they were quickly attacked, and the combat power of the blood corpses was obviously higher than that of the mountain ghosts, and each blood corpse could take away several mountain ghosts.

Gradually, the number of blood corpses increased, suppressing the morale of the mountain ghosts and protecting the blood corpse king in the middle.

The Blood Corpse King did not continue to open the sarcophagus, but stopped, as if summoning more blood corpses through some magical power.

"What the hell is he looking for?" Feng Budu's bad premonition became more and more obvious, and he killed towards the Blood Corpse King, and the Nine Dragons Thousand Machines let out a piercing scream, knocking countless blood corpses away, barely opening a path.

"Boom!"

A loud and powerful heartbeat suddenly sounded.

Feng Budu screamed in pain, only to feel that his mind was blank, time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the Xuan Qi also stopped circulating.

The whole world fell silent, save for the palpable heartbeat in the sarcophagus.

"Knock knock!"

The heartbeat became faster and faster, and it seemed to rush out from the depths of the sarcophagus, and the number of bloody corpses suddenly increased, and the remaining mountain ghosts, although they were trying to persevere, were obviously in a mood of restlessness. Finally, all the mountain ghosts let out a heart-rending scream almost at the same moment and rushed towards the center of the sarcophagus.

Almost at the same moment, thousands of bloody corpses rushed out of the sarcophagus desperately, like ants crossing the river huddled into a ball of flesh, the ball of flesh continued to expand and shrink, and the rapid rhythm gradually stabilized.

"Knock! knock!"

As soon as the meat ball rushed to the bloody coffin, it flew towards the void, and the remaining blood corpses wanted to rush up, but they threw themselves into the air and planted directly towards the square. The moment the meat ball appeared, Feng Budu had an unbelievable illusion that the Blood Corpse King actually turned his head to look at the meat ball.

Isn't the Blood Corpse King unconscious?

"Could it be ......" Feng Budu suddenly realized something.

At the moment when the wind did not cross his mind, two rays of light suddenly rushed out from the sarcophagus, one as white as jade, and one as silver-white.

A discerning person can see at a glance that these are two peerless treasures.

The two white rays of light were wrapped in Yun Yao's streamer, and her inscription short staff was dripping and spinning, which actually meant that she had included all the two treasures in her bag.

"How can you succeed?" Feng Budu clasped his hands together, and the Xuan Qi quickly condensed in his body, and when the dragon groaned, the person had already rushed towards a cloud of white light.

Yun Yao was shocked, and in a hurry, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the Xuan Qi in his body was already at the end of the crossbow, so he decisively gave up one of them, and pulled the other treasure back into the void with all his strength with a roar.

She carefully held the white light in her hand, as if she was afraid that it would float away, the light dissipated, and it turned out to be a silver-white neon dress.

Yun Yao's tears had slipped unconsciously, dripping on the neon robe, and she choked: "Nine Heavens Xuanyi! Nine Heavens Xuanyi! We have waited for ten thousand years, and we have finally found you!"

"Ahh

When she looked up, it was the center of the sarcophagus.

The old white charm's head was actually severed off in unison, like a crystal falling to the ground, shattering into countless pieces.

And Tan Wenwen was still holding the sword in his hand, his immature face was full of joy of victory, his eyes widened, he waved his arm at Yun Yao, and shouted: "Cousin, I killed Bai Mei! Look, I killed Bai Mei!"

Yun Yao looked at him blankly, and suddenly shouted in a frustrated manner: "Run away!"

"What did you say?" Tan Wenwen frowned, he had never seen Yun Yao's expression so broken, "Why did you want to run away?"

But the next moment, he understood!

He lowered his head slightly, and a rusty broadsword came out of his chest, blood flowing down the blade like a spring, then a second, and then a third...... Until the last mountain ghost also stabbed his sword into his chest.

Seven swords!

Yun Yao grew up in the Dan family since she was a child, but the relationship between the two was closer than that of her sister and brother, and this scene completely defeated her.

"No, he's not wrong, why punish him?!"

The wind couldn't bear it, and his eyes looked away and fell on those mountain ghosts.

It was the seven mountain ghosts, they were different from the other mountain ghosts, they had green hairs growing on their skin, and a green glow appeared in their eyes. They also seemed to notice Feng Budu's gaze, and they all turned their heads and bowed their heads slightly to him, as if as a kind of tribute.

At this moment, Feng Budu finally remembered that when he first met Lu Si, it was also the same seven mountain ghosts, and they knelt around Lu Si, as if they were doing supreme rituals.

Now he understood.

The mountain ghosts are the people of the Immortal Mountain, and the white ghost is their king.

The King's legacy is interrupted at the last moment, the old King is reduced to shattered crystal shards, and the new King's life and death are unknown, and as the King's personal guards, they can only slightly alleviate their sin of poor protection by judging the murderer!

The seven mountain ghosts raised their heads to the sky and let out a long howl of mourning, and all the mountain ghosts stopped their movements, listened quietly, and then followed the same howl, and the sounds gradually intertwined to form a funeral song to see them off.

In the funeral song, a new king is born!