Fantasy: So I Am a Peerless Expert

Murong Batian was almost scared to pee, the Heavenly Sword couldn't kill him, and the ancient gods and insects became supplements. Those scenes occupied Murong Batian's mind.

Murong Batian fled back to the underground ancient city at the fastest speed in his life. In Murong Batian's opinion, this world is the only safe place at this moment.

This is the ancient ruins, with a powerful formation, it is impossible for outsiders to enter, and in the ancient ruins, there are also ancient demon ancestors.

As for the Murong family, Murong Batian didn't care.

Originally, he had no feelings for the Murong family, and the Murong family was now just a tool for him and the ancient demon ancestor.

Stepping on the ground of the ruins, Murong Batian let go of his hanging heart.

Until this moment, Murong Ba Tian dared to breathe.

"Hoohoo!"

"Alright, alright!"

"No chasing, no chasing!"

"Finally survived!"

"Now, with two talismans containing the power of luck, I will be able to go further in a short time."

"As for the Murong family, it will be destroyed when it is destroyed."

Murong Batian felt it for a moment, and felt that the ancient city's formation did not fluctuate in any way, and he was relieved when he didn't see Li Yixi's figure chasing after him.

However, the moment Murong Batian breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing, and Murong Batian, who was already nervous, was so frightened that his whole body shuddered.

Murong Batian turned his head like lightning, because Murong Batian felt a gust of wind hit his neck just now.

However, when he turned back, he was as powerful as Murong Batian, and was also scared to scream.

Because at the moment behind Murong Batian, there is a figure shrouded in black robes, holding a blood-colored sickle in his hand, the only thing he can see is a half-face like a skeleton.

The cold wind that hit his neck was the breathing of this figure.

Frighteningly cold.

"what······"

Murong Batian screamed and instantly opened the distance from Hei Pao's figure.

At this moment, Murong Batian's heart was beating violently, and he could faintly hear the sound of dong dong dong.

Murong Batian didn't know when, behind him, a black-robed man with a sickle appeared, like a soul seducer from the depths of hell.

The most bizarre thing is that the black robe shrouded the opponent's body, which looks extremely wide and seems extremely ill-fitting.

At the same time, only the skeleton-like chin can be seen, and the appearance is completely unclear.

The most important thing is that the breath that he carries is too cold.

Obviously, there is no wind noise in this ancient city of ruins, but at this moment, there are more strange wind noises.

Suddenly, the Yin Feng roared.

It made Murong Batian extremely nervous, and Murong Batian even doubted whether he had entered the ancient city.

Everything around him suddenly gave Murong Batian a sense of strangeness.

Moreover, not only did the other party appear silently, but at this moment, Murong Batian couldn't even feel the breath of life or death on him.

The whole figure clearly exists, but it seems to be absent.

This scene gave Murong Batian a great sense of crisis.

Moreover, Murong Batian also discovered that what was even more bizarre was that such a terrifying existence should be very oppressive, but at this moment Murong Batian found that the opponent's whole body could not even feel a half-point of momentum, and the black The bottom of the robe is actually suspended, with a height of one inch from the ground.

That breath is neither like a living person nor like a dead person.

Gives a very cold feeling.

"You, you, who are you?"

At this moment, Murong Batian's legs were shaking with fright.

asked anxiously.

Under the black robe, there was no sound at all.

In the ancient city at this moment, there is a roar of yin wind, which makes Murong Batian's pupils shrink suddenly, and his whole body becomes cold.

"escape!"

"Fleeing, it's too weird, it's too terrifying, you mustn't provoke it!"

"Perhaps, maybe the ancient demon ancestor knows something!"

Murong Batian was trembling all over.

I didn't feel the fluctuation of the formation, I felt that the terrible existence in the ancient ruins woke up, turned around and fled, and the body turned into a black light.

Murong Batian didn't want to spend a moment with this black robe that looked extremely weird. After all, that invisible sense of oppression was too terrifying.

When Murong Batian fled quickly, Murong Batian found that the black robe figure was still standing there, not moving or leaking his breath.

But Murong Batian not only was not excited, but felt chills all over.

Murong Batian, who had already fled far away and wanted to cast a formation to isolate the two, suddenly found that his figure was flying backwards in a strange way, as if time was running against the flow.

Abruptly appeared in front of the man in black robe, exactly the same as the previous position.

"You, who are you?"

"I am the disciple of the Taigu Yaozu!"

"No bad intentions!"

Murong Batian still dared to escape at this moment, his body was trembling, his voice was trembling, and his whole body was shivering, but thinking of the existence of the ancient demon ancestors in the ruins, he felt a little at ease and asked with gritted teeth.

The Dharma God of Death under the black robe looked at Murong Batian so quietly through the black robe, and felt very unhappy in his heart. He felt that Murong Batian's ancient **** insect had harmed him, and he actually made himself appear to use the ancient **** insect to kill Li. Memories of the past.

I was thinking about **** this guy.

"Humph!"

"Are you pretending to be a ghost? Since you don't say it, then you can't blame me. I'm a disciple of the Primordial Demon Ancestor." At this moment, Murong Batian was extremely angry.

With Murong Batian's ferocious expression on his face, his full strength erupted, and the immortal sword around his waist was unsheathed, and it was so close that it could not even be caught by the naked eye.

In the void, the power of one after another law appeared.

It was obvious that Murong Batian at the moment would go all out as soon as he made a move, trying to kill the opponent or inflict heavy damage on the opponent.

Under the terrifying sword light, the void seemed to be twisting.

"Ok?"

"Are there any creatures appearing in the ruins?"

In the depths of the ancient city, a big tree appeared at this moment, and the next moment it turned into an old man, suddenly opened his eyes, and then turned into a streamer toward Murong Batian and the death god.

Murong Batian's thundering sword swept towards the heart of the Great God of Death.

However, in the face of such a terrifying sword, the God of Death did not seem to sense it, and stood quietly thinking about it, with no intention of blocking.

"Humph!"

"Anyway, I, Murong Batian, also have a False God Realm. In the face of my supernatural powers, if I can't dodge or evade, then die!"

Murong Batian saw that the immortal sword had almost stabbed the God of Death, and a very cold voice came from his mouth, but at this moment, Murong Batian still did not dare to underestimate the God of Death, and the immortal sword in his hand became even more severe a bit.