The Rise of the Shen Family

Looking at the two three-legged Golden Crows that were emitting the aura of thunder and fire, the shadowy pupils of the two black-robed messengers showed a look of panic again.

The two of them wanted to get rid of the two-headed and three-legged Golden Crow by virtue of their physical skills, but the latter followed closely behind them as if they had been resurrected.

"court death!"

The black-robed right envoy couldn't help but shouted angrily, and the strange black mist around him quickly rolled up, and countless skeletons and ghosts flew out from the black mist.

These skeletons and ghosts instantly transformed into a gigantic ghost king, rushing towards the fierce-looking three-legged golden crow that was approaching.

Soon, the giant ghost that was raging with demonic energy was entangled with the three-legged Golden Crow, which exuded the aura of thunder and fire.

Although the size of the three-legged Golden Crow may not be comparable to that of the giant ghost king, the lightning of the sky emanating from the flapping of its wings can quickly destroy the black demonic energy.

During the battle, the pained roars of Li Gui's being destroyed by thunder and fire were constantly heard, and then the ghost king's figure quickly shrunk.

However, the ghost king is the supernatural power condensed by the late Jindan peak demon cultivator after all, so the former is supported by the endless demonic energy released by the late Jindan peak demon cultivator, but the three-legged Golden Crow cannot support it first. .

I saw that under the erosion of a large amount of demonic energy, the three-legged Golden Crow, which was covered in thunder and fire, began to become weaker and weaker.

In the end, the two-headed and three-legged Golden Crow slowly dissipated in the devour of the Ghost King, and although the latter achieved the final victory, it quickly turned into a puff of blue smoke.

The faces of the two black-robed messengers who emerged from the strange black mist were very ugly, and they looked a little disgraced, and the black mist that lingered around them was much thinner.

It seemed that although the two of them had the upper hand in the fight just now, the amount of demonic energy they consumed was enormous.

On the other side, Shen Huanchi and the other four who were in the [Tiangang Thunder Fire Array] did not dare to be careless, and worked together to maintain the full operation of the entire array.

After all, their current opponents are two demon cultivators whose cultivation base has reached the peak of the late stage of Jindan. As we all know, demon cultivators are often more powerful and difficult to deal with at the same level.

The exercises they practiced are even more domineering, and the strange demonic energy is also hard to guard against, and it is easy to be eroded into the body in the process of fighting.

But now they have gathered the power of four people to work together to run this great formation aimed at demon cultivators, and Zhentian Zhenzhen, the great master of the formation, is in charge of coordinating.

In a short period of time, the four of them can still do more than protect themselves.

. . . . . .

However, compared to the situation of Shen Huanchi and the other four here, the Qingyang True Monarch on the other side was in a precarious situation under the cooperation of that leader and the fifth-order corpse refiner.

"puff..."

Under the melee attack of the fifth-order corpse refining, True Monarch Qingyang, all his internal organs were injured, and he was directly bombarded and vomited blood on the spot.

But he didn't even have time to wipe the red blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the bloody attack of the white-faced young man was already oncoming again.

Under such a crisis of life and death, True Monarch Qingyang decisively smashed the sword-shaped wooden sign in his hand, and hysterically shouted in the sky:

"Fellow Daoist Situ, if you don't take action at this time, when will you wait!"

As the sword-shaped wooden sign shattered,

Countless sharp sword qi shot out from it in an instant, and attacked the oncoming sect leader with lightning speed.

When those fierce sword qi appeared, a look of extreme shock flashed in the eyes of the white-faced boy.

The Nine Nether Emperor has been galloping in the middle-earth practice world for thousands of years, and he has been extremely cautious in his life. At this time, he immediately sensed the danger, so he immediately turned around and wanted to escape from this place.

However, the countless sharp sword qi that appeared instantly blocked all his escape routes, and successfully interrupted his escape secret technique.

At the same time, a huge sword light that was much faster than lightning descended directly from the sky, and fell heavily on the body of the Nine Nether Underworld Emperor.

"Boom..."

With the sudden sound of a crisp metal collision, countless violent fluctuations of spiritual power instantly swept away in all directions.

The spiritual power fluctuations generated this time directly swept to the ground through the whistling wind, making Luqiu Mountain, which had already collapsed, resplendent again.

After the violent fluctuation of spiritual power dissipated, an extremely ferocious sword wound appeared on the weak body of the white-faced boy, and the demonic energy emanating from the whole person became even stronger.

In front of him, a man dressed in green appeared out of thin air. The man held a long sword with a flickering cold light, and looked at the young man in front of him with cold eyes.

"Jie Jie... Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect, a good move [Flying Immortals Outside the Sky]..."

At this time, there was no longer any panicked look in the eyes of Jiuyou Nether Emperor, as the old devil who has been ravaging for thousands of years.

Through everything that happened just now, I already understood the situation in front of me, and I also clearly understood my current situation.

Although the sudden appearance of the sword cultivator of the Myriad Dao Sword Sect was indeed a big surprise to him, but the other party only came by one person, and it was too ignorant of him, the Nine Nether Underworld Emperor.

"Sure enough, the people from Wandao Jianzong are always so arrogant..."

Jiuyou Nether Emperor looked at Situ Zhangkong who appeared without fear, and couldn't help sneering, and seemed to intend to anger the latter.

"Back then, five Nascent Soul cultivators from the Five Holy Lands of the Eastern Region besieged and killed this Emperor, and this Emperor was still able to escape from their hands. Today, you are the only one... Jie Jie..."

"This emperor looks familiar to you. Could it be that the Jindan cultivator who was killed by this emperor back then..."

...

As soon as these words came out, the Sword Intent on Situ Changkong instantly became stronger and stronger, and the terrifying Sword Intent seemed to shatter the entire void.

The next moment, the endless fierce sword qi swallowed a thousand zhang light, and then flew wildly in the direction where the Nine Nether Emperor was standing.

Looking at the fierce sword qi that was overwhelming the sky, the Jiuyou Nether Emperor's expression became slightly solemn, and he was obviously very afraid in his heart.

After all, the opponent in front of him is a sword cultivator, and he is a sword cultivator from the Yuan Ying period of Wan Dao Sword Sect, the Holy Land of the Eastern Region.

The reason why he angered the other party before was just to influence the other party's state of mind, and at the same time to buy time for himself to suppress the injury in his body.

Now that the other party has made a move, he naturally doesn't dare to care anymore.

"The coffin is coming!"

As he shouted loudly, a dark coffin flew out from the blood cloud covering the sky behind him.

The coffin appeared in front of the Nine Nether Underworld Emperor, the coffin board slowly opened, and then the endless vicious corpse aura suddenly swept out.

It is the [Heavenly Burial Coffin] that can be buried in the heavens!

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