King of the Fairy City

In the dark and dense sea of ​​yin energy that was difficult to see through, a strange ghost with a cat head, a bat body, and a scorpion tail was surrounded by yin energy and hidden in the void. Although it spoke, the sound came from another direction, which was extremely strange.

This shows how cautious this guy is.

However, it could never have imagined that someone had discovered its whereabouts and was approaching quietly.

When it reacted, a beam of faint green fire had already swooped over, and it was like a swaying green lotus, emitting a faint sense of coolness.

"What is this?"

The ghost saint with an extremely strange appearance was so scared that he had no time to think about how the other party discovered its whereabouts. This question flashed through his mind, and his body had already moved. With a flap of bat wings, he turned into a gloomy black light and fled away.

Unfortunately, Ye Mo had been prepared. As soon as it escaped, it collided head-on with the spinning Azure Lotus of the Wind. The lotus petals bloomed with cold green light, spinning and cutting, with amazing sharpness.

"Not good!"

Having just escaped from the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den, the strange ghost saint had the intention of crashing into the Azure Lotus. He was extremely depressed, but he still reacted very quickly and opened his mouth to spray out a cold black light, facing the Azure Lotus of the Wind.

This black light was unknown. Under the urging of the strange ghost saint, it crashed into the Azure Lotus of the Wind without fear, and came to a head-on collision.

Ye Mo, who was controlling the Azure Lotus of the Wind not far away, looked stern, and also controlled the Azure Lotus of the Wind, and rushed forward without dodging.

"Dang!"

With a loud tremor, the Azure Lotus shone with a bright green light, dazzling and dazzling, so dazzling that people could not open their eyes. The black light also continued to spew out a burst of Yin Qi, hitting the Azure Lotus with all its strength.

Although the Void Wind Green Lotus is a magical weapon made of wood-attributed spiritual materials, it is extremely friendly to the wind attribute and can control and release very powerful wind-based spells. At this moment, a layer of breeze is wrapped on its lotus leaves, turning into a sharp wind blade, rotating and slashing at the black light, making a deafening sound of metal and iron.

With the last blow, the black light and the Void Wind Green Lotus flew backwards together, evenly matched, and their respective masters, under the spiritual connection, their bodies also shook slightly.

The next moment, Ye Mo's last blow had already killed the side of the strange saint.

The Wanxiang Purple Thunder Flame, which was formed by the fusion of Yin Yang Wanxiang Xianlei and Ziqi Yunyan, was as bright as lightning. Taking advantage of the moment when the strange ghost saint's mind was slightly shaken, it was like a sky-supporting divine thunder, hitting him on the head, splitting him and flying away, and a disgusting stench spread at the same time.

The strange ghost saint was extremely angry and howled, and fled hundreds of feet away with the momentum of flying. His eyes were cold and fierce.

All the fights ended in an instant. When the strange ghost saint stopped, Yang Lao also arrived here. A crescent mark appeared between his eyebrows, and the whole person was shrouded in a layer of faint moonlight, making it difficult for the yin energy to invade.

The strange ghost saint glared at Yang Lao fiercely, and the scorpion tail reached behind to wipe the wound, raised it to his eyes and looked at it, and a pair of ghost eyes narrowed and looked at Ye Mo and Yang Lao.

"I don't know why you two dared to come here, but you have no chance to regret it."

The strange ghost saint suddenly sneered, and his eyes seemed to look at a dead person.

"Noisy."

Ye Mo snorted coldly, and a large piece of gloomy black fog rose around him. He waved his big hand, and a black light flew out from his wrist, spinning in the air, and hit the strange ghost saint on the head.

The black light returned to the claws of the strange ghost saint, which turned out to be a black ghost trident with veins all over it. Seeing Ye Mo offering the "magic weapon", it also offered the trident without hesitation.

With a loud "bang", the strange ghost saint's body shook violently, and his ghost eyes widened in disbelief, and then caught the trident that flew back.

With one blow, the black light covering the "magic weapon" also dissipated, and the "magic weapon" offered by Ye Mo also showed its true appearance.

What is shocking is that this is not a righteous magic weapon, but a bracelet, but this bracelet is based on six demon saint heads and is a pure ghost weapon made by the secret method of the ghost way. It is surprisingly powerful!

"You...are you a human or a ghost?"

The strange ghost saint blurted out in shock.

It is not that the human race does not practice the ghost way of cultivation, and there are many such people in the West Sea Xiuxian world, but that is no longer considered a human race, and the human race will not recognize it.

楸p\u003eYe Mo was very strange. Although he was a cultivator of the Human Immortal City Alliance, he practiced ghost skills and spells. What was even more strange was that there was no trace of death on Ye Mo, only pure Yin Qi, which puzzled the Strange Ghost Saint.

Ye Mo did not answer the Strange Ghost Saint's doubts. He stretched out his hand and made a gesture, and once again pointed at the bracelet in the air. Suddenly, the Demon Saint Skull Bracelet stirred up the Yin Qi in the sky, carrying the power of collapsing mountains and breaking peaks, rolling up a large amount of Yin Qi and rushing away.

Ye Mo's move was too fast, and the speed of the bracelet's attack was also amazingly fast. The Strange Ghost Saint had no time to dodge.

"Bang!"

The bracelet flashed with a gloomy black light, and with a collision, it actually smashed the Strange Ghost Saint into pieces, turning him into a pool of dirty blood!

Seeing this, Ye Mo and Old Yang were both surprised.

But then, the scattered ball of dirty blood suddenly shook and twisted, and then turned into a group of ghost bats that were half the size of a palm, with broken and hideous bodies. They fluttered to another place and reorganized and condensed into a strange ghost saint.

Ye Mo and Old Yang looked at each other, their eyes were a little more serious. Ye Mo knew how powerful this ghost weapon he had worked so hard to refine was. Ordinary creatures at the level of God would be in danger of falling if hit head-on, but this ghost saint didn't seem to be injured.

The ghost clan was indeed very strange, and it might not be easy to kill them.

The strange ghost saint's eyes showed unspeakable resentment. Although it escaped a disaster and did not die, it really suffered a heavy blow and was in a very bad mood at the moment.

Ye Mo and Old Yang did not intend to give the ghost saint time to recover. Seeing that it was not dead, they attacked at the same time, intending to fight quickly.

But the strange ghost saint didn't want to fight two people alone. Suddenly, he screamed, and his body turned into thousands, blending into the sea of ​​yin and quickly disappeared. Not long after, a gloomy and cold voice came: "Retreat to the valley and defend the formation."

"Not good."

Old Yang frowned, and Ye Mo's face was gloomy.

The two were silent for a while, and finally Ye Mo said: "Attack the valley, they can't hold out for long, but you have to be quick, I always feel they are waiting for something."

The ghosts retreated, and the allied immortal army naturally pressed forward, and soon surrounded the entire valley's sky exit, casting spells and urging magic weapons to bombard continuously.

Ye Mo and Old Yang were not idle either. Old Yang used the Moon Blade magic weapon to slash at the ghosts' defensive formations, the moonlight shone and gushed, and the power was released to the extreme. Every time he chopped, the ghost formation trembled slightly.

Ye Mo also used the Demon Saint Skull Bracelet, causing it to shoot out a series of creepy black lights, with earth-shaking power, no worse than Old Yang's Moon Blade magic weapon.

Deep in the valley.

The strange ghost saint had an extremely ugly face. A large group of ghosts from the tenth to twelfth level gathered around him. Behind them was a strange tree that was ten feet tall and dark. There were only twenty or thirty leaves on each branch, but each leaf was as big as a human head. On it were faces of tortured faces, struggling and howling.

Further back, there was a small cave built on the mountain. Two hideous ghosts with bodies five feet long, covered with scales, and broken and mottled bodies were actually two thirteenth-level rotten bone demon crocodiles!

On the back of one of the rotten bone demon crocodiles, there was a figure sitting cross-legged. This figure was snow-white, without a trace of other colors, but surrounded by colorful colors, showing a bit of exquisiteness and holiness.

This white shadow was the skeleton ghost that just blocked the golden crossbow arrow.

Seeing that the formation could not hold out for much longer, the Strange Ghost Saint could not help but turn around and sweep away a group of ghosts, and walked straight towards the two rotten bone demon crocodiles.

The two rotten bone demon crocodiles, who were taking a nap with their eyes closed, sensed the arrival of the Strange Ghost Saint and opened their eyes at the same time, looking at the Strange Demon Saint with cold eyes, issuing a warning.

"Two brothers who are guarding, I wonder when Brother Crocodile Saint will come out of retreat? I really can't stand it anymore."

Seeing the warning in the eyes of the two rotten bone demon crocodiles, the Strange Ghost Saint smiled bitterly and said.

"I don't know."

The rotten bone demon crocodile on the left said coldly.

"The guardian of the center point of the formation is as strong as you? A group of human beings beat you all back and huddled?"

The rotten bone demon crocodile on the right said sarcastically.

The strange ghost saint was at least a fourteenth-level ghost saint. He was mocked by two rotten bone demon crocodiles one level lower than him. Although he did not dare to do anything, his face turned cold and he said, "I am only in the late fourteenth level, equivalent to the sixth level of the spirit transformation. There is a fifth-level spirit transformation and a seventh-level spirit transformation outside. How can I resist?"

"So tricky?"

The two rotten bone demon crocodiles did not dare to mock and underestimate them anymore. They also realized the seriousness of the problem, but after looking at each other, they still shook their heads.

"You two..."

The strange ghost saint was anxious and urged coldly.

"Ask the young master. We can't afford to provoke the anger of the crocodile saint. We will be chopped off and boiled into soup."

The rotten bone demon crocodile on the right said.

"Young Master..."

Although the strange ghost saint was a fourteenth-level ghost saint, he could only call the five-colored skeleton on the back of the rotten bone demon crocodile "young master" obediently, even though the other party was only tenth-level...

"What are you worried about? Brother-in-law will come out soon."

Two beams of blue ghost fire suddenly appeared in the eyes of the five-colored skeleton, and the divine consciousness sent a voice transmission.

From the divine consciousness sound, it can be seen that this five-colored skeleton is very young, like a mortal in his twenties.

Hearing the answer of the five-colored skeleton, the strange ghost saint was overjoyed, knowing that the attack of the Immortal City Alliance this time was considered a failure, and his formation point was considered to be defended.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, a deep and powerful voice came from the cave: "Why are you so noisy?"

Although the voice was plain, it made the strange ghost saint and the two rotten bone demon crocodiles tremble, only the five-colored skeleton remained calm, without a trace of change.

"Report to the Crocodile Saint, the Immortal City Alliance has sent a large army to attack the valley, led by two great monks, one at the fifth level of the Spiritualization Realm and the other at the seventh level of the Spiritualization Realm."

The Strange Ghost Saint hurriedly reported, while also trying to excuse himself.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort came from the cave, followed by a fierce and gloomy wind, followed by a group of gloomy ghost fog, which rushed out extremely quickly and flew towards the edge of the valley.

"Close the formation!"

A voice came from afar.

"Yes, sir!"

The strange ghost saint agreed happily, and quickly spit out a small ghost weapon nameplate, sending a ghost aura into it. Suddenly, the formation of the entire valley opened up, and the ghost fog rushed out, stirring up the dark air in the sky, blowing the magic shields of countless immortal soldiers flickering, and all retreated. For a time, the top of the valley was empty.

The vast and turbulent ghost fog was withdrawn, revealing the figure inside.

This figure was about ten feet tall, with a strong and huge body, covered with shiny black scales. Although it was standing, it was not a human head on its neck, but a crocodile head. The beast's pupils were cold and ferocious, and it was covered with a black cloak. When it stood there, it actually had a great majesty.

"You human beings..."

The cold eyes of the dark swamp crocodile saint swept over Yang Lao, and a sneer appeared on his face. Then his eyes turned to Ye Mo. In an instant, his voice suddenly stuck, and his breathing became heavier involuntarily.

After a long while, the Swamp Crocodile Saint slowly uttered: "I didn't expect to see you again."