——In the hinterland of the huge valley, there were no less than three hundred fierce beasts, and some of them were even almost about to break through the Spirit Realm in Fang Han's perception!

The cultivation of the Sea Reclamation Realm is under siege, and they will all be consumed alive! However, at this moment, these fierce beasts are under siege. Around the mountain wall, there are more than a dozen black stone pillars about half a zhang high, emitting a dull gray light, intertwined with each other into a gray light curtain. No matter how ferocious these beasts collided, they couldn't shake the light curtain in the slightest.

On top of the black stone pillar, a black-robed monk sat cross-legged. These black-robed monks, without exception, all had a ruler-long black dagger inserted in the center of their eyebrows, piercing through the center of their eyebrows, reaching without the hilt of their swords, and the tip of the dagger exposed from the back of their heads.

Hit so hard, even the Spirit Realm would definitely die, but these black-robed monks were obviously still alive, exuding bursts of coldness, which was extremely weird. What made Fang Han even more unbelievable was that the realm of these black-robed monks was only in the realm of dirt and body, not even the realm of spirit!

"Roar...... Roaring ......" The commotion of the beasts in the valley attracted Fang Han's attention.

Through the faint gray curtain, Fang Han vaguely saw that in the middle of the valley, there was a small altar with a radius of ten zhang, and on the altar, there was actually a black coffin.

Hideous and terrifying black shadows continued to rush out of the half-open black coffin, killing all directions.

The fierce beasts are fierce and can cause chaos in a town, but in front of these black shadows, it is difficult to resist and they are slaughtered one after another. As soon as the black shadow slays the beast, it immediately pounces on the next one, ignoring the beast's corpse, and seems to be purely happy to kill. However, Fang Han saw that the moment one beast after another was robbed, wisps of beast souls involuntarily sank into the black coffin.

The beast's blood was bubbling and gushing, converging into blood-colored streams, which were absorbed by the black coffin.

I don't know if it's because the black shadow attack contains poison, or something else, the beast corpse that has lost its soul and blood often turns into mud and dissolves into the earth in the next moment.

When all the beasts were gone, finally, a group of black-robed monks who had been silent and motionless chanted in unison: "My blessing, pray for the night spirit, the night spirit is the guide, sacrifice to my god, where the god goes, the night will come......"

"Cult!" Fang Han said.

Aoba Town, although it is only a small town in the Moro Divine Kingdom, as a cultivator, for those famous gods, Fang Han is still like thunder.

The gods recognized by the Moro kingdom are true gods and are worshipped by the nation. Although these gods have all ascended to the advanced plane, they have all left a legacy. The lord of the Moro kingdom built the True God Temple, established the True God Sect, and all the True God Shrines enjoyed incense in the True God Temple, and the True God Taoism was each an altar for the True God Sect.

The true god is worshiped all over the country and enjoys the faith of hundreds of millions of living beings, how can he sneakily plunder the power of living beings in this poor and remote land?

What's more, among the gods in the world announced by the Temple of the True God, there is no such night god!

If you are not a true God, you are an evil god.

The so-called evil gods are far less vast and great than the true gods, and they can only steal faith under the power of God. However, because of all kinds of miracles, it can also deceive many believers, constitute a religion, and act cheaply, which is called a cult.

Evil gods and cults are the cancer of the kingdom of God, and once discovered, there is no forgiveness for killing!

For a long time, Fang Han had only regarded the Cult of Evil Gods as a legend, but he never expected that today he would actually break through a cult and act secretly.

However, he didn't plan to fight with this cult of the night gods. The cult of evil gods, with its own God Kingdom official to destroy, where is his turn to get a life-killing small repair to eliminate harm for the people?

Therefore, Fang Han carefully hidden.

At this moment, after the thirteen black-robed cultists finished chanting, the gray light curtain collapsed, turning into thirteen gray rays of light, and they each sank into the black stone pillar under the cultist's seat.

At this moment, the moment countless killing black shadows disappeared into the black coffin, with a "peng", the black coffin was completely closed.

The black stone pillar under the "Buzzing ......" evil disciple turned into light and submerged into his body.

"Respectfully, Lord Thirty-Three Nightlings. "The evil people prayed with great devotion.

Then, unbelievably, the towering altar changed strangely, and it turned into a sedan chair pole and attached to the black coffin. Faintly, the black coffin can be used as an eight-lift sedan chair.

"Poof!" the evil disciples suddenly pulled out the short dagger in the center of their eyebrows, thrust it hard, and sank into the lower abdomen, and the whole process was only fanatical on the faces of the evil disciples, and there was no pain when they saw it. And extremely weird, the dagger in the center of the eyebrows was pulled out, and the center of the eyebrows was actually smooth as usual, without the slightest scar.

"Huh......" The thirteen evil disciples actually floated in the air, danced in the void, carried the sedan pole on their shoulders, and slowly floated forward.

Strange and strict, like a visitor from the ghost domain.

"Hmph!" Suddenly, Fang Han's face changed, and he couldn't help but snort bitterly.

- A hundred ghosts in the body, but restless.

"Who?"

Although the hum was small, how could it hide from this group of great masters of the Death Realm?

Immediately, thirteen evil cultists were like a mad lightning, driving the black coffin, and killed back in an instant. Respectfully but quickly put the black coffin on the ground, and in an instant, thirteen evil disciples shot like lightning, and in an instant, Fang Han behind the boulder was surrounded by a group.

"Oops!" Fang Han's face changed.

Although the hundred ghosts were restless and suppressed by him using the Spirit Sutra, the Thirteen Evil Cults were not his enemy. Don't say that each realm is not inferior to him in the slightest, just being able to fly into the sky is enough to make him jealous.

Flying into the sky is a symbol of the sea realm. These cultists can be possessed in the Death Realm, and there is no guarantee that they will have other abilities.

One of the thirteen evil disciples has already caused him a big headache, and the thirteen evil disciples are on it together, it is simply ......

In short, this is destined to be an unequal confrontation.

Strike first!

Almost at the moment when the Thirteen Evil Disciples trapped Fang Han, Fang Han held it casually, and a ghost slave turned out of his body, condensing into a jet-black spear and being raised by his arm.

"Whew!" the spear burst through the air, killing a cultist.

One of the secret techniques of the Great Plunder of the Hundred Ghosts - Ghost Spear Sneak Kill!

"Boom!" The evil cultist who was facing the attack and killed slammed down with one palm, distorting the void.

The pinnacle of dirty!

But before this palm could be implemented, the ghost spear suddenly turned into light, and instantly turned to attack another evil cultist. The evil cultist was caught off guard and was about to be killed, but in front of him, a layer of black light suddenly appeared, and he bounced back the ghost spear.

"Black Stone Pillar?" Fang Han immediately thought of the problem.

The ghost spear sneaks to kill, because the body has a spirit, even if it is a master of the same level, there is a possibility of being killed in seconds from time to time. However, in the face of these equally treacherous evil cultists, Fang Han suffered a crushing defeat for the first time.

"Boom!" The thirteen evil disciples didn't wait for Fang Han to make another move, and slapped a palm at the same time.

The void stirred, and the billowing air exploded into an endless tide of destruction that swept Fang Han. In an instant, Fang Han was on the verge of life and death.

"Huh!" a hundred ghosts dispatched, suddenly roaring in unison, and the ghost sound was curling, confusing people's minds. The true element in the body of the thirteen evil cultists was slightly disordered, and immediately, the tide of destruction fluctuated, easing the line.

And at this moment, a hundred ghosts blended, and the temporary giant ghost threw Fang Han up, avoiding the thrilling killing blow.

"Snort!" The thirteen evil disciples held in their hands, and one by one the jet-black divine soldiers were formed in their hands, or they were steel whips, or spears, or short daggers, or swords, etc., each of them was different, killing in an instant, combining a peerless killing array.

As soon as Fang Han fell, he was confined to a small space, invaded by the cold killing machine. The sword and the sword, life and death in an instant.

The slaughter is back!

"Oops!" Fang Han's face was pale, such a true face, fighting for life and death in every square inch, even the life-killing supreme of the Spirit Realm, I am afraid that I will hate it!

"Zheng, Zheng, Zheng......" The hundred ghosts were controlled by Fang Han, turned into thick shields, resisted left and right, vigorously shook his arms and numbness, spared him to react very quickly, and it was impossible to be fast enough to block all the evil attackers.

In an instant, he was stretched thin and fell into a precarious situation. If you continue to fight, no matter how long it drags on, there is only one way to defeat!

"Boom!" "Boom!" gritted his teeth, Fang Han burst out with a hundred ghosts, and he wanted to fight for his life!

"The Great Plunder of the Hundred Ghosts" wins with treachery, and there is not much advantage when it meets the same realm and the same way. Although there are many secret techniques contained in the spiritual scriptures, the rest need to be practiced before they can be cast.

Now Fang Han, Qiandonkey skills are poor, and he has reached the end of the road.

"Ghosts? This kid can cultivate ghosts? Don't hurt him, capture me alive!" The existence in the black coffin seemed to feel something, and suddenly trembled, cracking a crack in the life path.

"Obey the orders of Lord Thirty-Three Nightlings. "The thirteen evil cultists obeyed their orders, and the divine soldiers disappeared in a moment, and they wanted to capture Fang Han alive.

The words of the black coffin of "!!" made Fang Han's pores explode, and there was a kind of extinction.

"Boom!" The thirteen evil cultists are all fanatical believers, and they obey the words of the Thirty-Three Nights Spirit, since the Thirty-Three Nights Spirit is not allowed to hurt Fang Han, then they will never dare to hurt it.

For a while, he was tied, his combat power was greatly weakened, and he collided fiercely with a hundred ghosts, and he fell into a stalemate.

"Waste! It's all waste, and you have to go out in person!" came from the black coffin.

But the next moment, the words of the black coffin were soft: "Little guy, you are very good, convert to my religion, believe in this saint, from now on, you are the first spirit envoy under the command of this saint, and cultivate ghosts for this saint." ”

At the same time as the words sounded, a slap big black talisman suddenly floated on the black coffin, imprinted towards Fang Han.

"!!" Fang Han was frightened, trembling instinctively, and tried to resist in vain, but the next moment, he was shocked to find that he couldn't move, and the hundred ghosts were also shackled in the air.

This is realm suppression!

If there is an existence in the black coffin, if you want to kill him, one thought is enough!

Although Fang Han couldn't move anymore, if Lord Night Spirit made a move, the thirteen evil cultists would never dare to do it for him. Seeing that the black fu was about to approach Fang Han's eyebrows, suddenly, a faint sigh came out of Fang Han's mind.

A cold breath emanated from the left eye socket of the skeleton in his mind.

A dark shadow appeared.

It was actually the majestic middle-aged man buried in the tomb in front of the door!

Fang Han's eyes widened in disbelief, another hallucination?

Not an illusion!

The majestic middle-aged man was only a moment, and he walked out of Fang Han's mind and stepped into the truth, seeing the black charm coming, his eyes showed coldness: "Just the remnant soul of the dark realm, dare to be presumptuous in front of this seat?"

"Peng!" The black talisman seemed to be unable to withstand the power of the words, and suddenly exploded.

As for the Thirteen Evil Cultists, they had long been impacted by the majestic middle-aged aura and fell into a state of confusion.

"Who is Your Excellency?" In the black coffin, the Thirty-Three Night Spirit suddenly became vigilant: "Could it be that the Venerable Driver has anything to do with this junior? If so, it is to be unaware of it in the next moment, and it has offended Your Excellency." I'm sorry, I'll retreat here!"

From the majestic middle-aged, it felt a kind of crisis, and instinctively did not want to provoke.

"Hmph, want to go?" the majestic middle-aged man sneered, and pointed at the sky casually: "The ghost smoke is a thought of the green mountains." ”

The "buzzing ......" void shattered, and bursts of ghostly aura erupted from the mysterious unknown, gathering into a big hand in an instant, and pressing it hard.

"Your Excellency, don't deceive people too much!" the thirty-three night spirits exclaimed, but they did not expect it to be so domineering that they would not allow it to retreat at all, and wanted to cut it down here.

Seeing the ghost hand press down, the black coffin lid suddenly soared into the sky, and took the initiative to resist the ghost hand. In the coffin, black gas is steaming, and it is still difficult to see the existence inside.

The black light on the lid of the "Buzzing ......" coffin surged, and a mysterious light pattern was condensed in the place three feet above.

The identity of the thirty-three night spirits is revered, and even the coffin lid is a rare magic weapon!

But as soon as the black veins were condensed, they were pierced by the ghost hand and printed on the lid of the coffin.

"Peng!" The coffin lid actually exploded directly!

This scene is very amazing, even in the Dao Palace Realm, it is impossible to smash a high-end magic weapon so easily.

"Whew!" the ghost hand pressed down fiercely, and the black coffin was instantaneous.

In the mournful roar of "......", bursts of black gas surged, gathering one after another, like a sniper ghost hand of a living being.

"Bang bang bang!" all dark creatures were wiped out in an instant.

The ghost hand continues to shoot down!

"Whew!"

A gust of wind suddenly rose from the black coffin, and the thirty-three night spirits flew out, and the black coffin was fiercely facing the ghost hand.

"Boom...... Gegege ...... "The black coffin involved the ghost hand in it, and the shock was extremely violent.

"Peng~!" In the end, the black coffin also repeated the mistake of the coffin lid, was shattered alive, and its shape was annihilated. And the ghost hand has finally exhausted its ferocity and disappeared.

The thirty-three night spirits are frightened, this majestic middle-aged power, almost catching up with the first night spirit, far from being the enemy of the thirty-third sequence. However, it has not receded. Because of the instinctive feeling that if you retreat, you will be defeated.

"It's interesting to be able to withstand a blow from this seat without dying!" The majestic middle-aged man smiled lightly: "Take me another ghost and god seal!"

Before the words fell, the void above the majestic middle-aged man's head shattered, the wind surged, and a pitch-black seal the size of a hundred zhang came madly. Around the seal, there are countless shadows of ghosts and gods.

"Lingdao Technique?!" The thirty-three night spirits screamed in horror, and suddenly the black qi swelled, condensing into a huge black general, and pinching the magic seal in his hand to shake the ghost and god seal.

"Boom!" the black will be directly shattered, and it can be reshaped at the moment of smashing.

In the blink of an eye, the black general was born and destroyed a thousand times, confronted the seal, and wiped out part of the might. However, the indomitable momentum of the seal is still blazing, and it can be stopped by non-black generals.

"Night King Emperor Divine Bow!" The black general returned into black qi, and all of them were condensed into the body of the thirty-three night spirits.

At this moment, Fang Han finally saw his true face, it was actually a three-zhang giant ape with corpse spots all over his body, with horns on his head, red eyes, and fangs in his mouth.

In his hand, a treasure bow appeared, and there were no arrows on the bow, but the thirty-three night spirits seemed to turn a blind eye and opened the bow brazenly.

......Suddenly, all the bodies of the thirteen evil cultists exploded, and the black stone pillars, flesh and blood, and short daggers all shattered, blending with each other, turning into black arrows engraved with countless tiny mystical runes.

Thirteen jet-black arrows flashed, twelve appeared behind the thirty-three night spirits, and one was on the bow.

"Whew!" the arrow shot into the sky, shooting the seal.