Jie Ji ...... A cold white smoke wafted in, and a cloaked ghost loomed in it. Looking from afar, I saw the white smoke and Yi Heng's shadow, but I didn't see where the entity was.

Lu Xiaotian frowned secretly, it looked somewhat similar to the mirage methods he had encountered before, but it was not exactly the same. The white smoke shrouded in this cloud was actually a rather powerful late-stage smoke ghost king.

The earth was still shaking, and a skeleton giant elephant dozens of feet tall, with two long bone teeth, was dressed in thick battle armor, and its head looked somewhat similar to a bone crocodile except for two giant fan-like ears.

"The deity heard that there are several amazing Terran masters in the Mochizuki Cultivation Immortal Realm, and they came here for a while, who dares to fight with the deity!"

The voice of the giant crocodile elephant ghost king spread for hundreds of miles, and even the nearest Yuanying early stage monks also felt a tingling pain in their ears, fortunately, this crocodile elephant ghost king was only facing these Yuanying monks, otherwise if those Jindan monks were involved, I am afraid it would also cause a lot of consequences. Of course, not only the Terran monks, but also the low-level ghost clans couldn't stand the shock of this sound wave.

Behind the crocodile elephant ghost king, a tumbling black cloud is the ghost day of the ghost clan, the ghost king of the late realm.

Wen Changyun and Ji Qianshui's complexions changed slightly, the strength of this crocodile ghost king was even better than the previous red eyes, the elbows protruding from the ghost king of the boiling capital was even better, although there were only four ghost kings in the late realm, but the ghost king of Aodu still had to beat Wen Changyun by a few points. Now there's a stronger guy again. As for the Lingquan Ghost King, who had fought with Qingdan Palace Zhao before, his methods were also extremely strong, but now he was nowhere to be seen.

There are as many as five strong people in the late stage of the ghost king in front of him, with the strength of this Aodu ghost king and the crocodile ghost king as the most. Ao Du Ghost King and Wen Changyun are only between the two of them, although the ghost power is a few points better, but it is not easy to completely defeat Wen Changyun, this subtle gap is not to affect the victory or defeat of the two late-stage powerhouses.

It's just that the Crocodile Elephant Ghost King also has a feeling of palpitations for Wen Changyun, Wen Changyun, Ji Qianshui and the others couldn't help but think of what Lu Xiaotian said, outside the Qingyu Continent, there is really something else.

At present, there are as many as five ghost kings in the late stage realm alone, and the Ancient Sword Sect has Wen Changyun, Xiao Tiannan, and Lu Wenhua.

Qingdan Palace has Ji Qianshui, and Zhao is of course the two. The Demon Yang Sect's Poison Yang True Man has already stepped into the threshold of the late stage great cultivator with one foot, but there is still a thin line after all.

A golden light flashed in the distance, and I saw that it was like a huge golden winged silkworm figure breaking through the sky, it was the Great Monk of the Southern Wilderness, the Heavenly Silkworm Evil Venerable.

Although the alliance has one more than the ghost clan, the sudden appearance of this crocodile ghost king has added a few uncertainties to the situation.

Mochizuki, the Southern Wilderness, various sects, and the Yuanying monks in the scattered cultivation add up, there are about fifty or sixty people, and the Southern Wilderness only has less than a quarter of Mochizuki.

It's just that the ghost clan and ghost king realm in front of him have also reached a sideways step, and compared to Mochizuki, there are five or six more than the two major immortal cultivation realms in the Southern Wilderness. As for the Jindan-level ghost handsome, the ghost marquis, he has a greater advantage than the human race.

This battle, whether won or lost, is probably a catastrophe for the Qingyu Continent.

All kinds of spirit birds, ghost birds, covering the sky and the sun, the monks on both sides, the mortal army, and those countless white bone skeletons at the cannon fodder level, stretching for thousands of miles. Even when Lu Xiaotian saw the magnificent battlefield of humans and ghosts in front of him, he couldn't help but look sideways.

"Your human race gave up half of the territory of the Qingyuan Continent to my ghost clan to live in, and my ghost clan army will stop fighting this time. The crocodile ghost king's urn sounded, and the sound vibrated towards Wen Changyun and the other Yuanying monks.

"Joke, people and ghosts are not separated, how can there be a reason to coexist, if you let your ghost clan occupy half of the territory, sooner or later the Qingyu Continent will be eaten by ghost qi. From the moment you rushed out of the ghost cave, this battle was inevitable, unless you returned to the ghost cave, there would be no room for maneuver!" Wen Changyun said in a tough tone, "Fighting for the Dao system that has been inherited for countless generations in my Qingyu Continent, all the monks in the Qingyu Continent have no way out!"

"Dao Tong, don't you look at how many fewer monks you have from Qi refining to the Jindan stage compared to my ghost clan? As long as you hold back these old monsters, my ghost clan's army will be enough to slaughter your juniors, and you old monsters will be left, how can you keep the Dao system of the Qingyu Continent?"

"If you don't fight, how can you know the winner or loser, Wen Daoyou, let's fight, let these ghost clans know why our human race has been the master of the Qingyu Continent for tens of millions of years!" Of course, Qingdan Palace Zhao was covered in fire clouds, and his body was surrounded by fire waves. The ghost qi that invaded from the opposite side was all scorched under its fire cloud.

Lu Xiaotian felt a strange feeling in his heart, the little fire crow who was so thirsty for fire had a surprising lack of reaction this time, could it be that after sucking a small wisp of the blown up Van Luo True Fire last time, he was full?

"It's really a pity, without Xiao Yao's fire-thirsty guy, I will lose an important helping hand when I meet those fire-based monks in the future. ”

Lu Xiaotian was pondering, the war drums on both sides were already thunderous, and on the side of the Moon Southern Wilderness Alliance, the Dharma drums made of demon beast skins sounded together, and it was Lu Xiaotian, who also had some blood and qi surging, and wanted to fight a big battle. As for the low-ranking monks, they shouted under the vibration of the drums.

On the opposite side of the ghost clan, countless white bone hammers were pounding on the drum, and several white bone horns dozens of feet long were diagonally facing the sky. The desolate and evil long cry caused hundreds of thousands of high-ranking ghosts to let out a crazy scream.

The army of the human race and the ghost race are like two huge torrents colliding together, and in an instant, under the violent impact, the two torrents that collide are comparable for a while, and the momentum of the collision is straight to the clouds, and the space above the head seems to tremble, and there are ripples one after another.

"Heavenly Silkworm Daoist, follow me to fight the crocodile elephant ghost king, and the other late-stage great monks, each find an opponent to fight. Everyone, looking at the moon, fellow Daoists of the Southern Wilderness, life and death, fight here!" Wen Changyun shouted, and the infinite golden qi swept out like a whirlwind, and a huge golden wheel emerged behind Wen Changyun, and behind the huge golden wheel, there were still six slightly smaller golden wheels. Each one had a peculiar pattern on it, and the seven merged to lay down seven pillars of golden light, sweeping towards the crocodile ghost king like a pillar of thunder.

The Celestial Silkworm Evil Venerable turned into a huge thousand-legged winged golden silkworm phantom, which rolled flexibly in the air, and killed the crocodile elephant ghost king with Wen Changyun. The momentum of this crocodile ghost king is obviously above many ghost kings, and the two great monks did not spare the slightest hand once they made a move.

On the other side, of course, Zhao's tumbling fire cloud and the ghostly aura of Youyishui in the Youyun Ghost Clan were strangled together, one red and one black, like two angry seas that set off a monstrous storm. Strangling each other.