Bang!

The black ghost qi above Mo Lichou's head suddenly became extremely restless, and there was a faint thunder and anger, and the originally scattered natal vitality actually began to gather together, and the eight-armed ghost lord looked up to the sky and roared, and these ghost qi began to condense countless ghost and god phantoms, shuttling around Mo Lichou and the eight-armed ghost lord.

The eight-armed ghost lord's mouth kept whistling, and the heavy ghost shadows let out a terrible scream, and the piercing sound was enough to shatter the golden stone, as if an army of ghosts and gods rushed out from the underworld, and went towards Yan Wujian to kill.

Yan Wujian raised his head slightly, revealing a sneer, and the three-legged golden crow behind him let out a high-pitched groan, and then soared upward, like a new round of rising sun, exuding endless light and heat.

Facing the army of ghosts and gods full of slaughter, the three-legged golden crow fluttered with wide wings, and countless golden fireballs began to emerge from the void, like meteorites falling into the middle of the ghosts and gods, it was the secret technique "Starfire Fall" that shattered the arms of the eight-armed ghost lord just now.

Almost instantly, most of this army of ghosts and gods was wiped out, and countless green smoke rose from the middle of the army of ghosts and gods, recovering into the vitality of heaven and earth and returning to heaven and earth.

"Poof!"

Mo Lichou suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood mist, his face turned extremely pale, the void behind him was distorted, and the huge body of the eight-armed ghost lord seemed to be dragged back to the underworld, tearing the void and disappearing without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

The heavens and the earth suddenly cleared, and the dark and oppressive ghost qi completely dispersed, leaving only the blazing sun and stars;

Although the Faxiang True Body is powerful, it is also extremely consuming the natal vitality, even those grandmasters who are extremely rich in the Natal Vitality are unable to maintain the Faxiang True Body for more than half an hour, so the most commonly used by the cultivators of the Seven Realms when fighting is the natal weapon, and there are still very few wonderful battles like Yan Wujian and Mo Lichou who directly compete with the Faxiang True Body.

"Ben Hou's cultivation of the "Golden Crow Yuan Spirit Sutra", although the natal vitality is not as yang as the sun star power, but it has also reached the realm of supreme rigidity, Ben Hou's sun and spark have natural restraint on you cultivators who practice yin gods and ghosts. In this way, you can exert some strength with a ghostly spirit, not to mention that the Golden Wufa Xiang Ranking is already above your eight-armed ghost master, and you are really stupid to a certain level by competing with Ben Hou for the real body of the Fa Xiang. ”

Mo Lichou was severely injured in the true body of the Fa Xiang, and he had already spurted out a large mouthful of essence blood just now. At this time, when he heard Yan Wuji's words of such a blow, he couldn't help but spew out another mouthful of reverse blood.

"Don't say much, Ben Hou will take you back to the military headquarters to resume your life, after today, Lishan will no longer exist!"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Don't be sad and cough. But without the slightest fear, he said coldly: "I am defeated, but I am far from the Soul Sect There are four Grandmasters, and the Floating Giant Ship has exhausted its star power in order to break the "Other Mountain Stone", how can you defeat our four Grandmasters alone!"

Although he was not Yan Wuji's opponent, this was not the time to pay attention to fairness, he had already seen clearly just now that although there were more than a dozen Six Realm cultivators on the floating giant ship, they were just ants in their eyes, and the floating giant ship that could threaten them had exhausted its star power. At this time, only Yan Wujian, the Seven Realms Grandmaster, was left, and the three sect elders of the Soul Sect had not yet made a move.

"Really, then there are only two of them left now!" Yan Wujian smiled strangely, and the words he said were also inexplicable, but Mo Lichou suddenly felt a chill in his body.

Burst!

There was a faint snort, but Mo Lichou could clearly hear it, it was the sound of the blade piercing the flesh and blood, he didn't know how many such sounds he had heard in the past years, but he had never been so flustered as today.

"It's cold in the north!"

Shi Zhongtian's voice was monstrous, like anger that could not be washed away by all the rivers and lakes, and the scene in front of him was no longer enough to describe his mood with consternation.

Mo Lichou's body turned slightly. His face was as gloomy as water, and he couldn't understand that there was a betrayal in the Soul Leaving Sect, and he was the person he trusted the most before.

A scarlet blood sword pierced through the heart of the elder of the White Beard Sect. The tip of the sword was dripping with red blood beads, as translucent as agate produced overseas, and exuding a sweet fragrance like a precious elixir.

The white-bearded old man was a Grandmaster cultivator of the Seven Realms, and even if he was pierced through his heart, he didn't die immediately, but the original momentum on his body was completely empty, just like an ordinary old man in the market. The pupils of his eyes were a little more gray and white.

Laugh at!

As the sword body was withdrawn, the white-bearded old man's body slammed suddenly, and then a weak look appeared on his face, and his body fell directly backwards, and the last trace of vitality seemed to be clean with the sword blade.

"Those who know the times are Junjie, don't be sad and want to be happy, I also want to be happy, but his good will is not my good will;

Retracting the Natal Sword, Bei Shentian looked at Shi Zhongtian coldly, not feeling the slightest joy at killing a Seven Realms Grandmaster by sneak attack, as if he had just done a trivial little thing.

There were originally four grandmasters in the Soul Leaving Sect, at this time, the Northern Heavenly Cold sneak attack killed the elder of the White Whisker Sect, and now the situation has directly changed to two against two, Mo Lichou has been severely injured by Yan Wujian, and only Shi Zhongtian is left who can exert his full strength. The Soul Leaving Sect was in danger in an instant.

"I naturally don't care if you want to go along with your heart, I can also tolerate betraying the Soul Leaving Sect, but I have to ask about this matter if you sneak attack and kill Elder Wu Zong!"

Shi Zhongtian's voice was cold, and the cold killing intent was almost about to condense into substance, the white-bearded sect master was not only the oldest sect elder of the Soul Sect, but also the status of master and father in his heart, at this time, the Northern Soul Heavenly Han killed the white-bearded sect master, and it had already violated his taboo.

"Whatever you want!"

Bei Ying Tianhan said indifferently, and then turned to the sluggish disciple of the Soul Leaving Sect and said: "The destruction of the Soul Leaving Sect has become a certainty, if you are willing to accept Emperor Yan's edict to go to Yinshan County to fight against the cultivators of the Zhao Dynasty, you can be pardoned!"

Beiying Tianhan had just killed the eldest Wu Sect elder of the Soul Sect, and at this time he instigated the rest of the disciples to betray him, he had no scruples, and he didn't even pay attention to Mo Lichou on the side.

"Northern Darkness, you're too presumptuous!"

Suddenly, a pitch-black iron pillar appeared in the sky, falling directly towards the town above the head of the Northern Stygian Heavenly Cold, and a tragic dragon groan faintly came out of the void, as if a real dragon was killed under the iron pillar, and a tragic aura almost tore the space apart.

"Zhenlong Stake!" The corners of Bei Yingtianhan's eyes suddenly shrank, and he glanced at Mo Lichou vaguely.

It was Mo Lichou who made the shot, this pitch-black iron pillar was his natal weapon Zhenlong pile, although he had not killed the True Dragon of the Seven Realms, but there were not a few cultivation masters who died on this Zhenlong pile.

Fa Xiang's true body was severely injured by Yan Wujian, but his own natal weapon was perfect, and at this time, he was about to directly suppress the Northern Soul Heavenly Cold to death, and the domineering of the Soul Sect Sect was undoubtedly revealed.

Even if the Northern Heavenly Cold is not as strong as Mo Lichou, he is also a cultivation master of the Seven Realms after all, so he naturally has an extraordinary reaction.

He looked up at the falling Zhenlong pile, his palm suddenly stabbed upward, and the violent natal vitality gushed out from his fingertips, and a silver-lead-colored ancient sword directly tore through the space, appearing under the Zhenlong pile like a silver shark, it was his natal sword "Silver Shark".

Sonor!

With a piercing buzz, the silver-lead ancient sword seemed to be unable to withstand the huge pressure of the Zhenlong pile, and it only blocked the two breaths of the Zhenlong pile, and it was already suppressed below, just like a silver giant shark that had been suppressed.

Seeing this scene, Yan Wujian smiled coldly, and a blazing flame suddenly appeared in his hand, and then directly turned into a red gold heavy sword and slashed towards the Zhenlong pile, which was Yan Wuji's natal sword, Eclipse Sun.

Airplanes!

The Zhenlong pile shook slightly, as if he was unwilling to give up, but he still did not continue to suppress the silver and lead ancient sword, and turned into a streamer and returned to Mo Lichou's hands.

Although he was confident that he would kill the Northern Stygian Heavenly Cold, Yan Wujian obviously would not sit idly by and watch him kill the Northern Stygian Heavenly Chill like this, after all, he still needed the Northern Stygian Heavenly Chill to help him contain Shi Zhongtian.

If you really want to continue to persevere, I am afraid that before the Northern Darkness Heavenly Cold is suppressed, the Zhenlong Pile will have been destroyed under the attack of the Silver Shark and the Eclipse Sun, after all, Yan Wujian's strength is already several points stronger than him, and the pure Yang power on the Eclipse Sun Sword is even more restrained against the Zhenlong Pile.

Yan Wuji's divine thoughts moved slightly, and the Eclipse Sun Sword scattered into countless starlight and scattered, as if it had been hidden in the depths of the void.

"Kill Mo Lichou and Shi Zhongtian, and the rest of the ants, it's not enough!" Yan Wujian shouted coldly, facing the many cultivators below without care, as if he could be pinched to death at will.

Slightly hesitating, Bei Mingtian said coldly: "Yes, Master Hou!"

Yan Wujian is the Great Yan Xin Mausoleum, and he is also the real power prince in charge of the Black Tare Army, even if the Northern Heavenly Han really defects to Emperor Yan, it is impossible to have Yan Wujian's power in a short period of time, so he will never dare to disobey Yan Wujian's orders.

"Traitor!"

Shi Zhongtian roared, and the heaven and earth vitality behind him rippled like water waves, and countless dark green ancient vines stretched out from the void, like a huge dark green demon flower, the true body of the law phase, the void ancient vine flower.

A hint of coldness flashed in Bei Yingtian's cold eyes, and an ice blue ocean began to appear behind him, and a black shadow slowly rose from the sea, and countless crystal blue snowflakes began to float around his body. (To be continued.) )xh:.74.240.212