Fang Zixin turned around, only to see that the golden mangs around Jin Xiu's body suddenly became stronger several times, and the sword wind of the golden knife in his hand seemed to cut the air into two parts. Countless unjust souls flew out again, this time reaching thousands.

The record was not good, so he hurriedly turned back, but collided with Ma Skull and Zi Long, who came later.

On this delayed effort, Jin Xiu's sword light has arrived, and thousands of swords are used at the same time, its earth-shattering momentum, the ghost cries and howls, and the sword wind is awe-inspiring, drawing out countless golden sword lights, all of which are slashed behind the recording staff without exception.

"Puff~Puff~Puff~"

A large area of blood sprayed out, and Fang Zixin, who was splashing, hurriedly closed his eyes and turned his head.

The sword light did not distinguish between which was the master of Jindan and which was only in the early stage of foundation building, and whenever he was hit, he would raise a blood mist in the sky.

Compared with the tenacity of the physical body, the recording of Jin Xiu is not at the same level at all, plus the golden knife in Jin Xiu's hand is not an ordinary thing, hundreds of knives are chopped, and the recording ginseng has become countless segments.

His eyes were still in terror, looking directly at Ma Skull and Zi Long who were blocking his way, full of unwillingness and despair. Only now did he realize how wrong he had just been. Sometimes, if you make a mistake, you will die. Obviously, Lu Shen had no chance to regret it, he stared in despair, and he couldn't blink when he died.

The Thousand Souls Sword Technique killed the master of Jin Dan, Jin Xiu's arrogance increased greatly, and his upright waist was shocked, and all the surrounding souls were sucked into his mouth, and then the golden light on Jin Xiu's body became brighter.

Ma Skull and Zi Long looked at the scene not far away in a daze, and their whole bodies trembled uncontrollably, and now they had no heart to chase, and after a short stay, they retreated towards the ground like crazy.

Fang Zixin saw the fall of a Jindan master with her own eyes, and died tragically in an extremely cruel way, the two willow eyebrows were wrinkled together, trembling and closing her eyes tightly, she was originally pale, but now she didn't even have a trace of blood on her lips.

Lu Chen used all his strength to reach the sky, and finally opened a way out to the outside world, and turned around in surprise at the same time to see that the recording ginseng was already dead, the corners of his mouth hooked, and the transformation technique transformed the big hand with a move, and snatched the golden pill of the recording ginseng from the blood mist with a snap.

Jin Dan, Lu Chen lacks this kind of thing. In the realm of Xizhou, the spirit stones are all covered with yin qi, and it is too difficult to improve the cultivation of the Dayan Jindan. But with the golden pill, it is different, once the monk's golden pill leaves the body, it is the purest mana tonic in the world, and a small one is enough for Lu Chen to save more than half a year of meditation.

Putting Jin Dan away, Lu Chen beckoned to Jin Xiu and said, "Jin Xiu, let's go." ”

"Yes~, quack~"

"Boom~"

At the entrance of the densely populated Ghost Sword Tomb, countless monks were still crowding inside. Suddenly, a roar sounded from inside the entrance, and I saw a fountain of blood spewing out several feet high, and a large number of monks' bodies flew out in all directions in the roar.

There are not a few masters who have heard the news from high in the distance, and the sky above the gloomy wilderness is obviously even darker under the dense crowd.