The ghost coffin covers the sky, and the immortals fight. All forces are fighting to the death.

Shen Ming and the God of Killing, a one-style duel, are evenly divided. Many monks rose to the sky, wanting to take the ghost coffin. However, the black-clothed monk appeared and broke the sky with one punch.

Gray shirts, white clothes, blood robes, etc., all retreated sharply. Lu Cun, greedy wolf, and early preparation, naturally there is no hindrance. However, the White Killing Heavenly Immortal and the two Blood Soul Guards were forced to retreat by their fist style.

"Wow-" Among them, a white killing immortal spurted blood directly from his mouth. The other Blood Soul Guard was flushed, which was a sign that the Blood Soul Guard had been severely injured.

"Break the army!" Shen Ming's expression was cold. This is the most powerful star monarch in the Taihuang Gate, and he has finally made a move.

However, at the moment when the broken army rushed to the ghost coffin.

In the void, a big man appeared, from top to bottom, with a flat burden in his hand, splitting Huashan.

Whew――

The waves of air that roll up are like turning into shapes.

That big man is naturally the big man Huzi who Amu once met in the small village of Dongling in the sea wilderness. The Heavenly Demon White Tiger, with infinite power, is the seal of the Ancient Venerable, and it cannot completely seal its divine power.

Boom-boom-

The fist of the broken army, right in the middle of the ancient wooden flat burden. It's a complete showdown of fairy power. Thousands of qi mang, like clouds spreading, ruined again. The original Cross Street is already full of ravines.

The Heavenly Demon White Tiger, his body flew out directly upside down, flipped in the void, and landed directly on Shen Ming's side. However, the tiger's mouth on both hands was oozing blood. The ancient wooden flat shoulder also left a fist mark.

And goodbye, the blackfriar, although the hat was scattered directly. The body also retreated, but it landed firmly in front of Lu Cun and the greedy wolf.

A middle-aged man, with a murderous aura. No one compares. At the center of the eyebrows, an ink-colored star mark adds a bit of coldness.

That's exactly what it is, it's too wild. After returning from the Netherworld, for more than 3,000 years, he cultivated in the Tiankeng of the Remnant North, absorbing the power of the entire Remnant North. Eventually become a heavenly immortal ninefold.

Now, the broken army can be called the first killer under Murong Huang.

Fang Cai, the Heavenly Demon White Tiger. From top to bottom, and holding a heavy treasure, it can be said that he has the first opportunity, but the tiger's mouth is cracked. But. Today's broken army. But his complexion has not changed, and he is still as stable as Mount Tai.

Obviously, the Broken Army Divine Fist is superior, and in the realm, the Broken Army also overwhelms the Heavenly Demon White Tiger. That tiger is just a sevenfold immortal.

"Heavenly Demon White Tiger, worthy of its name!" Po Jun's expression was indifferent.

"The ancient stars are even more extraordinary!" Huzi smiled coldly.

And then. For a moment, a brief and delicate balance was formed.

Drunken Demon Luo, Shura Palace, Immortal Killing Palace, Heavenly Spirit Realm. Four major forces. Each took up its own position, and no one took the liberty of making a move again. Because, they both have some scruples.

Tang Nu, who was originally the protagonist of Hanji, was silent, holding a dragon saliva in his hand, watching from the wall.

At this time, the ghost coffin had completely transformed into a shape. The blackness is deep and ghostly, but the entire ghost coffin exudes endless weird red light.

A blood-colored cross, printed on the coffin. The red rays of the cross are still soaring to the sky, and it is like the red judgment of the end of the world. Many red stars, just like the scattered stars, shining and scattering.

In the bluestone house, the sick boy, squinting his eyes, finally stood up slowly, and sighed slightly:

"Ambergris, this ghost coffin finally has a trace of your imprint!

At this time, Hanji is empty, and all kinds of forces are entangled with each other.

All the monks, if it weren't for the Heavenly Immortal Realm, would no longer be able to gain a foothold in Hanji Town. Within a radius of a hundred miles, the aftermath of energy is enough to cut down all the immortals below.

Hanji Ancient Town, I don't know how many thousands of years have been standing, but there are still very few ancient houses that have not collapsed. Those ancient mansions are like islands on the sea.

Everyone understands that there are still masters who have not yet come out, and the strength has not yet appeared.

Murong Huang's ancient mansion is one of them.

Strategize and win a thousand miles.

At this time, the void is chaotic, briefly balanced, and the killing can start at any time. Murong Huang, who was dressed in black, had clear eyes and no waves. The more at this time, the more calm he is, this is the terrible thing about Murong Huang.

His Royal Highness, the former Great Murong Dynasty, Murong Huang naturally touched the ring on the middle finger of his right hand with a simple style and a faint gray light.

"Kill! kill—"

Suddenly, outside Hanji Town, the shouting of killing was loud, and the sound moved the sky.

Hanji Town, with a radius of thousands of miles, is all locked by the black fog that soars into the sky. The black fog locked the entire cold and auspicious miles, like a big river, like a black belt, tumbling endlessly.

The sound of killing shook the sky, but there were no soldiers. Only in the black mist, rolling like a tide, thousands of soul shadows were conjured. At the same time, in an instant, flags were unfurled, war drums sounded, and war horses roared.

Endless black armor, transformed into a metamorphosis. Rushing to the sky, the power of the netherworld, even monks, must also be deterred.

Outside the town of Hanji, northwest.

Zhan Yun, the former general of the Great Murong Dynasty, was wearing silver armor and carrying a dragon spear, majestic and full of fighting spirit, and his crotch was actually a two-winged soul horse.

On Zhan Yun's side, standing was Wen Muran, a one-armed man in Tsing Yi. Wen Muran, looking at Hanji, his eyes are far away. In his hand, he dragged a rather delicate black sand table.

It was a formation weapon, and it was also a Netherworld Treasure.

Two reborn people, one mortal and one immortal. At this time, they controlled all the black fog within 10,000 miles. This is what Murong Huang once said to Zhan Yun - I brought all your soldiers. When it counts, you'll see!

Those black mist are all the souls of the soldiers of the Great Murong Dynasty, and they are not dead souls, but people who are born and willing to be souls. That kind of soul is no less powerful than a monk.

Zhanyun's armor shone brightly, and at this moment, he seemed to have returned to the former sea barren battlefield.

Horse leather shroud, died on the battlefield. That is the war cloud, two worlds and one heart.

"Kill!" the battle clouds leaped across the horse and rushed straight to Hanji Town. As soon as he moved, the entire Black Mist Soul Soldier rushed to kill at the same time. Thousands of miles of space, instantly compressed.

If you are high in the sky, you can clearly see the black fog like a wheel, gathering towards Hanji, like a tide rolling back.

Wenqu Xingjun, but he didn't move, sighed slightly, and was embarrassed.

He knew that those living souls were actually immortal. Life and death are no obstacles, and the final destination is the ring. However, they still need the final guidance of the war clouds.

This is the meaning of this loyal general.

In today's battle, Zhanyun will die, and he will never be able to live beyond life, because Hades has already resurrected him once.

Goodbye, Wenqu Xingjun, clean up your mood, put the sand table in your hand, suddenly sacrificed, and then sealed it with one hand, reciting the mantra.

Whew - the wind rises -

The black wind is everywhere, the sky is full of dust, and the whole world is changing. It is the Netherworld Sand, and it can be said that this is in the Shura realm, recreating the Netherworld.

Only in this way can those soul soldiers exert their greatest power. At this time, it is a heavenly immortal, and if there is no secret method and secret treasure, I am afraid that I will be trapped in the array.

Hundreds of millions of souls are soldiers, and the netherworld and sand are arrayed!

In Hanji Town, Murong Huang's eyes were slightly awe-inspiring, and the slightest murderous aura was exposed.

The black mist gathered, advancing three thousand miles in an instant. However, suddenly, outside Hanji Town, the atmosphere of demon fog was also pervasive.

Soldier against soldier, general against general. There is a formation within the array, and there is a sky outside the sky.

The Heavenly Spirit Realm, the Eight Heavenly Demon Divisions, has already been arranged. Heavenly Demon Horror Array, Demon Qi and Soul Qi Duel!

Inside and outside Hanji, the immortal qi was slaughtering, and at this time, inside the gate of the Ancient Domain, a cyan light was flying. (To be continued......)

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