"Boom~~~"

With a loud bang, the sky seemed to be cut open, and a blood-red sickle turned into a blood-red sickle. The sharp blade fell hundreds of feet above the formation where Su Xicheng was located, and it suddenly cut into bloody light soared into the sky. Su Xicheng suffered a great loss. The Gu Yue in his control was blown away hundreds of meters, cracking countless times, which was very scary.

In the darkness, a figure came in the void, wearing bright blood-colored armor, exuding an extremely terrifying aura of death, which was depressing. His face was covered with scars, as if it was earthworms, and a cold light shot out from his eyes. He looked at the remaining six formations coldly and said, "My name is Zhuru, one of the seven kings of the Dark Clan, the title of Ghost Scythe, you are killed!"

Behind the Ghost Scythe King, countless blood witches and shadow-level dark clan lives appeared. The death aura soared into the sky and condensed into a black dark cloud rolling over the sky, making people suffocate.

Everyone gasped. Two king-level dark clan lives have appeared. Will there be more?

Su Xicheng was frustrated, his face looked extremely ugly, and blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth. Although he was also the top ten in the list of martial gods, it seemed that this level of battle had exceeded his tolerance.

"My father..."

In the cold wind, Su Yan looked at the north, unable to help, and the sadness that could not be written on her beautiful face was so greasy.

"Xiaoyan, it's okay."

Xu Lu comforted softly: "We will not lose, we will never!"

...

The earth shook, the army of the Dark Clan attacked fiercely, the blood witches were flying all over the sky, and powerful blood power burst out, especially the ghost sickle killing, sweeping a blood-colored sickle, and terrifying aura of death burst out all over his body. Under the exploration of spiritual consciousness, you can see that the small world in his body is covered with blood-red abysses. These abysses squirted through the spiritual world's energy, roaring like a volcano, providing powerful energy for the ghost sickle.

This ghost sickle is very powerful, and its strength is probably not inferior to the two kings of Donglin and Yunhai. Especially the strange sickle, with a strong death aura, slashing between the heaven and earth, constantly shaking the battle formations of Su Xicheng and Shi Xian. The earth rumbling, the bloody light and spiritual power intertwined, and the fierce light soared into the sky. The territory of the ancient country seemed to be about to tear apart.

"die!"

The ghost sickle swept across, and the blood-colored sickle cut into the edge of the formation, erasing the formation marks, sweeping across the surface of the ancient mountain, making a clanging sound of gold and stone sound, which was very amazing!

"Be careful..." the elder shouted.

On the ancient mountain, monks from the spiritual world opened their eyes wide, and many of them collapsed directly. They opened their eyes with fear, and suddenly opened their mouths wide with a big whimper. Suddenly, bunches of black air flow burst out from their mouths, and instantly tore their entire body to pieces. The black air flow did not dissipate, and the mist wrapped around the ancient mountain and continued to invade.

I just felt that my hair was about to stand up and shouted loudly: "Be careful, always, there is something wrong with the sickle that the ghost sickle kills, and it can cut out the living necrotic insects and invade the human body!"

"What!?"

Su Xicheng was shocked, but he didn't know what to do. The creatures like the necromancy are extremely small and omnipresent, making people unable to defend themselves.

"Use fire!" Bu Xuanyin reminded loudly.

Su Xicheng gritted his teeth and let out a low roar. The entire ancient mountain was wrapped in the fierce force of the Jiuxiao Flame Dragon Dance. With Su Xicheng's attack, the god projected a sword and slashed out vast power, fighting with the Ghost Scythe. But after all, he could not use it in one's mind. Su Xicheng focused on fighting against the Ghost Scythe, but countless blood witches attacked from the surroundings frantically, just like a group of wolves siege to attack the giant elephant. Sooner or later, they would not be able to hold on.

There were dense necrotic insects spreading in the air, everywhere.

I stepped forward step by step, and the Shui Han Jianxin erupted his power, smashing all the undead insects trying to get close to the ninth formation. The moon blade rose and blasted heavily into the crowd. The power of shattering burst out. Two blood witches were killed on the spot, and more shadows were directly crushed by the momentum of my Shui Han Jianxin. After all, it was a large formation that gathered the power of thousands of people, and the Blood witch was no longer an opponent.

"die!"

Chi Hanchuan descended again, and the air behind him transformed, and a terrifying ghost magic image condensed. When the palm rose, an invincible palm print was knocked down. The momentum was so powerful that Chi Hanchuan didn't care about it, but just focused on attacking and killing me, and seemed to be very afraid of me.

How dare I be careless? My body slowly sinks, and the rune light bursts out. The Hetu Luoshu formed a golden wall, which was head-on with Chi Hanchuan's blood palm!

"Boom~~~"

The runes are annihilated, the golden wall is broken, and it cannot be stopped at all.

My heart trembled wildly. When I gritted my teeth, the long sword slashed out, and glaciers crushed out to make up for the lack of power of the Hetu Luoshu. Fortunately, the spiritual power of the Thousand People Formation was sufficient. Although it was lost nearly half, it was still able to make a quick move.

The sky roared, and glaciers shattered one after another, finally resolving Chi Hanchuan's attack. But I had not yet been grateful for it. A sudden pain in my abdomen was a kick that Chi Hanchuan could not defend. His blood power flew around and there was an indescribable yin energy. The entire ancient mountain of the ninth formation was kicked thousands of meters away. The formation was still strong, otherwise it would have been kicked apart.

"Go to die!"

Chi Hanchuan burst out of bloody light, and countless ghosts lingered behind him, as if the ghosts and gods descended from heaven were invincible in the world. The sword of war was raised and the space was split, as if a thunder had been slashed out!

My heart trembled wildly, this attack was very fatal! The ninth formation is about to be lost...

At this moment, a golden light and shadow suddenly blocked Chi Hanchuan. It was her cousin Bu Xuanyin. The second formation lies between me and Chi Hanchuan. My cousin's god projection was surrounded by a brilliant and bright flame mirror. It was her spiritual suit - Yan Yang Glass. There were wisps of vast smoke and clouds spiraling in the Yan Yang Glass. The roar of the opponent's attack was constantly resolved, which actually made Chi Hanchuan's attack completely resolve.

Yes, my cousin's talent is to resolve it. With Yan Yang Glasses, few people in the world can hurt her, not to mention that she now combines the power of a thousand people, and even Chi Hanchuan's attack will be difficult to break through her defense.

Chi Hanchuan's face was still calm, and the battle sword lingered with bloody light was hanging down. He looked at his cousin coldly and said lightly: "Bu Xuanyin?"

"yes."

"I'm going to die."

“Try it even.”

Bu Xuanyin raised her hand, and her crystal clear and snowy palm seemed as magnificent as the world. A golden light surged, and a palm soared into the sky, falling into the air, slamming into Chi Hanchuan's body.

Dragon Capture Hand?!

My cousin actually learned the Dragon Capture Hand, and her Dragon Capture Hand was amazing, and she actually contained a feeling of great power. Is it the reason for the Heart Slashing Art? In short, it is much more powerful than the Dragon Capture Hands of Shi Xian and me. Under the cover of Haoran's momentum, Chi Hanchuan, the leader of the seven kings of the Dark Clan, also suffered a loss.

"Peng!"

With the loud noise, Chi Hanchuan's blood-colored body was blown into the mountains, in a mess. Bu Xuanyin was not only satisfied with this attack. Yingying raised her bare hands, and the fire spiritual power was brewing. "Shit" several consecutive sounds, and as many as five rays of flame sun fingers blasted into the mountains. Not only did she attack Chi Hanchuan, but she also killed the Dark Clan army in the surrounding area!

"Boom boom boom boom~~~"

The fire rose into the sky, and countless blood witches, shadows, and corpses were killed, and the death aura spread even more intensely. Even in that area, several mountains that were originally hundreds of meters long were directly flattened, and the fiery red aura swirled in the air, an extremely terrifying aura enveloped the hearts of the Dark Clan army, and even many blood witches had changed their colors.

"How is it possible...How could a human spiritual practitioner use such a powerful force?"

"Is this... this is the Human King?"

"No, it will definitely not be... it should be the half-step human king realm!"

"Oh my God, Bu Xuanyin is half a step into the human king?"

Everyone was surprised, even the Great Elder, Su Xicheng, Yue Ling and others looked towards their cousin Bu Xuanyin.

In the night, her eyes were shimmering, and she looked at everyone. She had a slender and upright figure. The curves in the night were indescribable. She did not deny it and said calmly: "Well, I had already seen a little mystery in the realm of the Human King for a long time."

Everyone was shocked, and the one and a half step king was actually hiding beside him!

That was a legendary figure, and it was not until the Dark Clan's cousin appeared that she truly showed the strength of a half-step human king. It can be seen that she had long expected that the Dark Clan would definitely attack the spiritual world.

In fact, if you imagine carefully, this world of wilderness is divided into three major forces: the Cloud Clan, the Dark Clan, and the Spiritual Clan, which compete with each other. Among them, the spiritual Clan is the weakest. It will be a matter of time before the Dark Clan fights with the Cloud Clan. If I were these kings, I would also think of destroying the spiritual Clan first, turning the masters of the spiritual Clan into the deceased masters, and jointly suppressing the Dark Clan, and finally the Dark Clan takes the throne of the Emperor.

"Xuanyin, you hide it so deeply..." Shi Xian sighed.

Chu Xinhong, the king of Chifeng Sword, also smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, the vice president hid too deeply..."

The elder was solemn: "Prepare to fight, and the Dark Clan is endless. No one knows how many of them are. The battle between my spiritual world and the Dark Clan is inevitable. It is related to survival and death, and you cannot tolerate any retreat!"

On several ancient mountains, everyone's eyes were full of enthusiasm and said excitedly: "Fight to death and never retreat!"

There is another factor. The battle for the gods ten miles away in the north is still not over. The old man who collects herbs, the three-legged black, the Yun clan, the dragon martial arts masters and countless king-level ferocious beasts are fighting bloodily, fighting for the precious gods. After all, it is a relic of ancient times, which is too important.

...

"Peng~~"

The mountains were shaking, the earth and rocks shattered, and a blood-colored light rose into the sky from the ruins. In the mess of shattering, a man slowly stood up. It was Chi Hanchuan. Although he was a little embarrassed, his strength was not affected, and he could even be said to be unscathed. He had a cold murderous intent in his eyes and said, "Bu Xuanyin, since you are half a step king, don't hide in the battle formation. Do you have the courage to come out and fight me?"
Chapter completed!