When Wang An was fighting with the ghost lord Yang Sedum again, a sense of irritability inexplicably floated in his heart, and a very bad premonition lingered in his heart.

Wang An'an moved, and four great sun gods appeared in the air, and as he recited the words in his mouth, the magic trick in his hand pinched, and finally turned into four rounds of bright suns the size of a hundred zhang suspended in the air, the law was pervasive, and the raging fire was tumbling and surging, with the terrifying momentum of burning the sky and boiling the sea.

With a little finger of his finger, the four Great Sun Gods spun around and smashed directly into the ghost lord Yang Jingtian.

The ghost lord Yang Jingtian felt the Great Sun Divine Bead, vast as an abyss, it seemed to be like a terrifying momentum from the world, the flames in the skeleton's eyes swayed, and his body flashed and dodged directly.

At the same time, with one arm raised, eighteen fist-sized skulls appeared in the air in a dripping way, forming a ghostly aura vertical and horizontal aura, directly blocking in front of him.

Almost at the same time, the Dharma Crutch in the High Priest's hand, the power of the Destiny Dao surged, and with a slight wave, it turned into a heavy and overlapping staff shadow, and fell on the ghost lord Yang Sedum.

"Boom!"

The void shattered, the power of the law surged, the ghost qi rolled, the eighteen skulls suddenly shattered, and the aura on Yang Jingtian's body flickered, and his body shook, floating three feet backwards.

"Okay, very good! I actually dare to destroy this magic weapon!" "The ghost lord Yang Jingtian jumped like thunder, and a trace of angry flames appeared in his empty eyes.

However, it seems that he was afraid and did not launch an attack at the first time.

"High Priest, you take the rest of the Wu Clan back to the ancestral city quickly, hurry up!" Taking advantage of this gap, Wang An suddenly transmitted a message to the high priest and said sharply.

"My king, this...." A hint of hesitation flashed in the high priest's eyes, and he stopped talking.

"Hurry up, do you want the Wu clan to be wiped out, let me go!" Wang An continued.

After speaking, Wang An pounced on the ghost lord Yang Jingtian again.

Seeing that Wang An didn't seem to be joking, the high priest of the Wu clan suddenly became solemn, and he took out a few magic tricks in his hand, and there were words in his mouth, and a breath of fate permeated the heavens and the earth.

"Oops, it's really dangerous!"

After the high priest of the Wu clan finished deducing, his face was shocked, and his figure flew towards the thousands of Wu clans in a flash.

I don't know what she said, but in a few breaths, she rushed away with the mighty witch clan, and disappeared in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.

"Quack, little guy, that old immortal is gone, you can go on the road obediently!" The ghost lord Yang Jingtian's eyes were swaying, and he said in a strange manner.

As soon as the words fell, a mighty ghost aura erupted from him, and a radius of ten miles was filled with a whistling yin qi, like a hell on earth, which made people feel creepy.

"Whew!"

At the same time, he saw a white light shoot out from Yang Jingtian's body, and a mysterious and simple picture scroll fell on his hand.

The painting scroll is yellow, and you can vaguely feel the vicissitudes of time flowing.

"Hehe, try how the Eighteen Yan Jun Diagram of this seat is!"

After the ghost lord Yang Jingtian finished speaking, he threw the flower scroll into the air, and the flower scroll unfolded with a bang, turning into a one-zhang long picture scroll suspended in the air.

In the picture, there are ghosts and hidden zombies all over the place, the sea of flames, the sharp knife mountain, the boiling oil pot, ..... everything.

Among them, there are eighteen hideous faces, and the green-faced and fanged evil ghosts are the most shocking, occupying a very large size on the flower roll.

As Yang Jingtian recited the words in his mouth, he played out one after another mysterious tricks and landed on the Eighteen Yan Jun Diagram.

The entire flower scroll suddenly erupted with terrifying spiritual pressure, wisps of pure yin qi tumbling and surging, and countless runes swirling on it.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

At this time, a heartbreaking roar came and went, the yin wind was blowing, and the flower roll was completely shrouded in gray yin qi.

With a roar, suddenly Yan Jun, who was tall and blue-faced and fanged, walked out of the flower roll directly, and rushed towards Wang An with a group of powerful ghosts and ghosts.

What made Wang An's head jump wildly was that the eighteen evil ghosts were all cultivators above the god level.

"Hmph, what the hell is this!

A trace of coldness flashed in Wang An's eyes, and his heart moved, and the Eight Desolations Heaven-shattering Technique operated, and his whole body was transformed into a thunder attribute, and the majestic power of thunder was running in his body.

I saw that countless thunder powers suddenly floated around my body, and as soon as my arms were raised, the power of thunder was dense, and a huge net formed by the condensation of thunder power seemed to appear in the void, and it was like a nine-day waterfall flying thousands of feet, directly falling on that group of evil ghosts.

"Roar ....."

A series of noisy sounds sounded, and those ghosts and ghosts were wiped out under the power of Wang An's thunder, or their bodies became blurred and scattered.

Only the eighteen Yan Monarchs with hideous faces lingering in the eighteen yin qi resisted Wang An's attack with their terrifying bodies.

The Eighteen Yan Monarchs roared angrily and flew towards Wang An, the terrifying power that caused ripples in the void.

The leader's eyes bulged out like dead fish eyes, his head was pointed above and below, his body was covered with disgusting pimples, and he was holding a thick white bone stick in his hand, and he struck Wang An's head with a stick.

"Broken!"

Wang An snorted coldly, raised a fist the size of a bowl, and slammed it over.

The golden rays flickered, the runes lingered, and the law of force permeated the surroundings, smashing on the bone stick with a dense fist shadow.

"Bang!

The fist landed on the bone rod, and the runes on it were brilliant and exploded in the blink of an eye, and the entire bone rod exploded. The residual power of the fist did not decrease, and it fell directly on the opponent's body, the yin qi collapsed, and a hole suddenly appeared in the body.

"Roar.....

The evil ghost roared angrily, and the picture scroll in the void spun around, and a light directly fell on the other party, and the injury was immediately intact, but the light on the picture scroll seemed to dim a little.

Just as the ghost lord Yang Jingtian was about to urge the Eighteen Yan Monarchs to attack again, an unexpected scene appeared!

"Buzz!"

A mighty coercion permeated the heavens and the earth, and it seemed that the whole world trembled, and the suppressive power of the cursed continent seemed to be unable to suppress this spiritual pressure.

"Truly, everyone is here, it's really lively!"

A tall, three-headed, six-armed, demonic energy tumbling ancient demon suddenly appeared in the air, and a series of strange laughs came out of his mouth.

The spiritual pressure emanating from his body had reached the sixth layer of the Transformation God.

"Meet the Demon Lord, you're finally here!"

At this moment, Ziya, who had been fighting with the Wu Clan, saw this person, his face was ecstatic, and his body broke away from the battle circle with a pair of figures, and he knelt in front of the person who came.

"Who are you?" Ghost Lord Yang Jingtian's face changed slightly, put away the picture scroll, and looked at the ancient demon vigilantly and said.

"Get out, little one, hand over that axe from you, and spare you from dying!"

The ancient demon slapped the ghost lord Yang Jingtian, and the other party flew out directly, and then he turned his palm into a grasp and grabbed Wang An directly.

Wang An only felt that a terrifying spirit was pressing down on his body, and his body couldn't move, and it seemed that he would fall in the next moment.

"Stop!"

Just as Wang An was casting his secret technique and using the Eight Desolations Earthquake Tower, a terrifying figure with the power of the law appeared in the sky.

A white sword shot out, the power of the law lingered, and the target was the arm of the ancient demon.

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