Tough!

Then.

It was Ashenu, and he couldn't help frowning. Over the years, many living people have broken into this ancient tomb. There were many beings who were higher than Yang Mucheng's cultivation, but there had never been anyone like the young man in front of her, giving her a very difficult and tricky feeling.

"Roar!" "Roar!"

There were bursts of low roaring roars all around.

Apparently.

These bone clans were also shocked.

Although they have only one enemy, they dare not slack off at all. It's like no matter how large the number of sheep is, no one dares to attack the lions.

"Humph!"

I saw that there were still some bones and ghosts around, and I wanted to try to get closer.

But Yang Mucheng's eyes widened angrily and he drank in a deep voice.

Immediately.

Those guys were like rats who saw the light, and they all took a step back in fright, and no one dared to take a step forward anymore.

Yang Mucheng had already scared their guts!

"Useless stuff!"

Ashenu snorted, a little hated that iron could not be made of steel. She tugged at the reins and slowly walked with the bone dragon under her, and the surrounding ghost clans immediately parted like a tide, making way for them. Standing on the back of the bone dragon, Axian Nu, although petite, gave people an extremely terrifying sense of coercion.

"You're strong!"

Ah Xiannu looked at Yang Mucheng and said word by word.

"But if you think that you can compete with us at this level, you are very wrong!"

"Since these ghost clans are frightened by you and dare not fight you again, then I will teach you your strength!"

Arsenal tugged at the reins.

She is thin and weak, giving people a sense of care, and standing on the back of the bone dragon brings a sense of disobedience with great contrast.

Knock! Knock!

Every step the terrifying bone dragon took out was as if it had caused a small earthquake, and the white bones around it trembled.

Ah Xiannu looked at Yang Mucheng's gaze, and suddenly retracted, becoming extremely gloomy. Her thin five fingers tugged at the reins, and the bone dragon, which had been slowly and leisurely like a walk in her back garden, suddenly let out a roar, and the huge bone wings flapped wildly. The wings, which were full of holes and holes, and even made people wonder if they could fly, actually brought a piercing hurricane.

A sharp wind swept through the void, sending a piercing screech. The wind that almost formed a substance blasted out terrifying ravines on the ground, and even Yang Mucheng lost his balance in this fierce wind, and couldn't help but take a few steps backwards!

Whereas.

The bone dragon took advantage of this terrifying hurricane and quickly tossed up, and its mountain-like body turned over quickly with unimaginable dexterity.

"Roar!"

A low, terrible roar rolled in.

The bone dragon's mouth opened, and an extremely thick yin aura quickly gathered in its throat, and then spit out violently. A gray-white pillar of light pressed down directly from the sky, and this pillar of light ignored everything and could not be seen. Everything that was shrouded in the pillar of light was blasted into powder.

"Boom!"

The terrifying pillar of light had already swept swiftly into the sky above Yang Mucheng in an instant.

Facing this blasted pillar of light, Yang Mucheng's eyes widened angrily, and the dragon pattern between his eyebrows suddenly burst out with a strong light. A dragon-like light quickly rose into the sky, and then slammed into the gray-white pillar of light.

See this scene.

Whether it was Hu Yunliang, Meng Qi and the others who were far away in another space, their eyes widened, or the countless ghost clans in this ancient battlefield were all startled.

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly retreated towards the rear.

However.

The dragon pattern and the gray-white pillar of light defended each other, and did not break out into the terrifying scene of a comet hitting the earth as everyone imagined. The terrible attack between the two sides was completely annihilated at this moment. To be precise, it should be the same end!

"War slaves!"

Ah Xiannu snorted, and the next moment, the bone dragon under her feet quickly gathered its wings and swooped towards Yang Mucheng's location.

But see.

Ah Xiannu grabbed the reins with her left hand, stretched out her right hand, and grabbed the void Haoran, and a thick yin aura quickly gathered in her palm, forming a miserable white mist war spear. At the moment when this white mist war spear was formed, it was already thrown out by Axiannu!

Whew-

The terrifying white mist war spear, at this moment, had already torn through the space.

This moment.

It was the galloping wolf, the howling wind, and the lightning that tore through the void, and it had already arrived in front of Yang Mucheng in an instant.

"So fast!"

Even Yang Mucheng couldn't help but feel a warning in his heart, and hurriedly turned his body sideways to hide.

The white mist spear grazed his cheek almost against him, and with the power that pierced everything, it shot fiercely into the earth. The remnants of the war spear continued unabated, and it burst into the ground, Yang Mucheng turned his head and looked, his pupils contracted to the extreme. But he saw that the white mist war spear had completely disappeared on the ground, leaving only a bottomless hole, which was a manifestation of the strength condensed to the extreme.

If you are concentrated, you will not die, and you will be seriously injured.

"If you can get away with it once, I don't believe you can get away with it this time!"

Asenu, who was standing on the back of the bone dragon, let out a low roar.

Rumble!

In the next moment, her black hair rose high, and each of the three thousand green silks grew to a length of hundreds of meters. Each hair, hundreds of meters long, was wrapped in layers of gray-white mist, which almost condensed into substance, like a crystal clear ice crystal. Obviously, she was mobilizing her strength to manipulate the sinister aura of this ancient battlefield.

"Buzz!" "Buzz!" "Buzz!"

A buzzing sound rang out.

Just see.

As Arsenal's strength reached its extreme, the infinite gray mist also condensed behind her into a war spear with a handle like substance!

These war spears are not just one, as before, but thousands, each of which is crystal clear, and even flashes a miserable white cold. When they appeared, they were already hovering behind Arsenal. The tip of Sen Ran's spear was running slowly, all pointing at Yang Mucheng at this moment.

Seeing this scene, Yang Mucheng's pupils narrowed.

This great ghost king, who controls the entire ancient battlefield, is really terrifying.

"It's over!"

When these gray and white war spears were condensed to the extreme, the cold light in Ah Xiannu's eyes became more and more vigorous and dazzling.

As she snorted, her hands pushed forward even more violently.

Call!

Immediately, these thousands of war spears, like rain, poured towards Yang Mucheng overwhelmingly!