"Little ghost, dare to be arrogant? Come out with me!" A dragon-shaped light map flew out from Xuanyuan Peng's forehead...

"Hula..." The light map swept thousands of miles, shooting like an ancestor dragon. It was grabbed by Xuanyuan Peng. It shook the Dragon River map up and down, left and right, and suddenly shook the dragon river map, and it burst out with earth-shaking tremors, turning into a radiant dragon-shaped river, sweeping across the realm of ghosts...

"Waola, waola..." The fairy light of the Dragon River Map was sprinting, and every ray of light was like a dragon-shaped fairy light. In the sky, there were dragon-shaped fairy lights everywhere. The sky was filled with dark souls, and countless sharp souls. When the fairy light of the Dragon River Map was illuminated, they were like fireflies pounced on fire, like moths looking for fire, rushing towards the long dragon-shaped river, as if the river of light was their destination and their nest...

"No..." The Immortal King of the Immortal, felt in fear, his power of the ghost was rapidly passing away and disappeared like a flying one. He tried his best to unable to stop the power of the ghost, which scared him to scream, like a ghost howling, and his voice was filled with incredible meaning...

"Longhetu, the soldiers of the Immortal Emperor are really in your hands?" The Immortal King was almost scared to death. He waved with a ghostly stern voice and a trombone...

The Dragon River Map is the nemesis of all evil magic. Xuanyuan Peng didn't know its function, but felt that countless ghosts were about to be restrained by the spiritual emperor soldiers of the Dragon River Map. Unexpectedly, when the Dragon River Map was sacrificed, the effect was beyond his expectations...

"Haha, it's your turn. Take my punch, Pangu's Du Zun Fist!" Xuanyuan Peng was overjoyed. He jumped up and jumped on the Longhe Light Map, exploding a wave, like a son of a trend, rolling spiritual power. Injected into his fist, he raised his fist, as if breaking the sky, and slashed out with a loud bang...

This punch is a Pangu Du Zun boxing move formed by the gathering of spiritual power. It is a killing move specially used for combat in the spiritual soul realm, because physical attacks do not work very well in the spiritual soul realm. It is necessary to activate the power of the spirit and start a life-and-death battle!

With one punch, Xuanyuan Peng was like Pangu who opened the sky, and his domineering punch hit the head of the Yinhun Immortal King. He swallowed the rivers and mountains and stepped towards the Yinhun Immortal King in one step. His step was the innate Bagua Step, which was even more yin and souls than the Yinhun. No matter how he dodged, he could catch up with him...

The punch that slashed at the Immortal King of Yin Soul made him born. No matter how he dodged, he had to avoid it. He had to take the hard frame! The Immortal King of Yin Souls tried his best, and with a sniffle, he blew all his strength, and with a sniffle, one by one, the blood and bones exploded. Ten ghosts that had condensed all his original essence and blood shot out...

He shot his fingers volley, and his blood all over his body seemed to have faded away, and his entire ghost body shriveled...

"Crash!" Xuanyuan Peng's Pangu's Duzu Fist slashed down like a broken void, colliding with ten ghosts, blasting hard, and exploding a shocking sound...

"Crack!" The entire ghost interface was shocked by this infinite force. Ten ghosts did not dissipate their fingers and weapons and they were destroyed one after another. Even if the ghost immortal king had the power of the middle-level immortal king, they were still blown into powder. In fact, his ten fingers and weapons had already wiped out all his original essence and blood. The ghost immortal king was like a desperate attack. Whether it was successful or not, he would die and die...

Unfortunately, even if he fought to the death, his ghostly soul was completely blown and shattered by Xuanyuan Peng, and even exploded his ghostly soul realm...

The fragments of the crystal wall in the tent were blown away by Xuanyuan Peng's punch. He was like a god who created the world, bathed in the endless rain of crystal wall light and walked out...

"Little Demon Lord, die for me!" The Nine Kings of the Ghosts who had already formed the Nine Evil Formation of Ghosts, saw that the strongest mid-level immortal king among them had died and fell into Xuanyuan Peng's hands. The Ghost Blood Debt was equivalent to another extra effort. Their eyes were filled with hatred and roared. The Nine Kings activated the Nine Evil Formation and suddenly turned into a Ghost Hand. With a sneer, he snorted, broke the void and grabbed Xuanyuan Peng's sky cover...

That ghost hand, countless billions of ghost faces condensed. From a distance, it looked like countless crying, the miserable blurred faces were twitching, twisting, crying, rolling, the ghost fingers were like the pillars of the sky, powerful and vicious, and grabbed Xuanyuan Peng through the air...

"Good come!" Xuanyuan Peng's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his big hand, and the bronze man of the Wilderness God flew out quickly, was waved by him, and slashed through the air...

"God of Wilderness, I'm here to give you a supplement!" Xuanyuan Peng shouted loudly, and the rolling fairy aura exploded into the body of the bronze man. With a buzzing sound, the bronze man's two bronze eyes were suddenly activated by the rolling fairy aura, and the blood light of a tent appeared, like a living person, turning around...

"Swallow!" The big mouth of the Wilderness God's bronze man suddenly opened, facing the magical power hand condensed by billions of ghosts, swallowed wildly, and swallowed the huge ghost hand in one mouthful!

"Boom!" The rolling soul evil aura shot out from the bronze man's body, as if billions of soul evil energy awakened a sleeping god. Above the bronze man of the wild god, a bloody light became bright like blood. Xuanyuan Peng seemed to be holding a bronze man, but a bloody resurrection giant...

"Let me die? The Nine Kings of the Ghosts are not qualified!" Xuanyuan Peng sneered, and he waved the bronze man of the Wilderness God, and then smashed the Nine Evils Formation without any brains...

"Puchi!" The nine phantom-like blood shadows were smashed into nine blood mist by the Bronze Man of the Waste God, nine blood waves, and the Nine Evils Formation. They were stared at by the two bloody eyes of the Bronze Man of the Waste God. In an instant, the Nine Kings of the Ghosts were scattered, like an idiot, and they were smashed by a bronze man to death without a burial place...

Xuanyuan Peng sneered, with a big hand, the Qiankun Bag of the Ten Kings of the Ghost Kings, he grabbed all the things and passed them to the Golden Toad. He is now so poor that he urgently needs to add a large number of energy from the Long River of the Immortal Source in the battle. Even if it is the most common in the Sumeru Heaven and is regarded as a cabbage, he will not let it go!

"Master, Huangfu Xiaoyue and the Qiankun Sacs of the Xuehe Ancestor, both of them have refined the essence and blood marks. In the two of them, a total of 1,300 king-level source rivers were found... I hope that the Qiankun Sacs of the Ten Kings of the Yin Souls can surprise more king-level source rivers..." Jin Chan had just searched Huangfu Xiaoyue and the Xuehe Ancestor, and had a lot of gains. He was about to tell Xuanyuan Peng this good news, but he didn't expect that ten new Qiankun Sacs would be passed on to him again, which made him even more surprised.

"Old Jin, activate the Dragon River Map and refine the Qiankun Bag of the Ten Kings of the Yin Souls. It is estimated that the speed is faster. The Long River Map seems to be able to restrain the ghosts in the Yin Soul Realm..." Xuanyuan Peng finally breathed a sigh of relief. He still had some king-level source rivers on his body. If he activates nine times the combat power of the Immortal King level, he can finally use it once!

His Immortal King level combat power is nine times. Every time he improves, he needs to consume a thousand king-level source rivers. Some time ago, he went into seclusion to accelerate his cultivation, consuming his energy reserves, which is so poor that he can't afford to increase the Immortal King level combat power. He has been worried for a few days, and he can finally breathe a sigh of relief today!

"The Bronze Man of the Wilderness God, the Bronze Man of the Wilderness God is coming out!"

"The legendary prehistoric artifact should fall into the hands of the Immortal Emperors. How can flowers be put into cow dung and fall into the hands of the little demon cub? God has no eyes!"

"It is said that God of Waste is not dead, but is sealed by himself in the bronze man. As long as there is enough energy, he can resurrect himself..."

"No, according to the authorities, the Wilderness God has long been dead. His divine corpse is sealed among the bronze man. Whoever can get the bronze man and provide the divine corpse with enough energy to activate can control the Wilderness God's corpse and sweep the heavens!"

"I'm not saying that the little demon claws got the bronze man of the Wilderness God. Is he going to be invincible? Will he stage another battle in the heavens?"

"Hehe, the legend cannot be believed in. The God of Desolation is just a prehistoric myth. Now is not his time. Even if the God of Desolation is resurrected, it may not necessarily sweep the heavens?"

"Yes, the era of the gods of the prehistoric world is gone forever. Not to mention the gods of the prehistoric world, even if the ancient heavenly priests are resurrected, they may not be able to defeat the current emperors. Of course, I mean the ancient emperors!"

As soon as the Bronze Man of the Desolate God appeared, he attracted countless eyes, pairs of hot eyes stared at the bloody Bronze Man of the Desolate God. Xuanyuan Peng ascended to the Sumeru Heavenly Realm, and countless Xumi masters had their spiritual sense captured the scene of the scene where the corpse of the Desolate God appeared in the sky. The value of the Bronze Man of the Desolate God was greatly improved, and they greatly praised it. Various legends and inferred that it had been circulating in the Sumeru Heavenly Realm, which made countless Xumi masters look at the Bronze Man of the Desolate God, hoping to kill people and grab treasures for themselves...

However, on that day, Xuanyuan Peng controlled the corpse of the Wilderness God, fought against the five immortal kings, and the billions of gods under the command of the ten emperors of gods and demons. How arrogant and murderous intent rushed to the sky. Under the accumulation of power, no one stepped forward for a while.

"The Bronze Man of the Wilderness God? It finally appeared? Okay, very good..." A sharp voice suddenly sounded in Xianfei City. Before the sound had fallen, everyone felt a blur before they saw everyone's eyes. There was one more person on the scene in front of everyone. The speed of the person coming was so fast that no one could see how he appeared...

Xuanyuan Peng even took a breath of air. He felt a flash in front of him. A hundred meters away from him appeared in the figure of an unpredictable figure wearing a crown and a robe!

"Your Emperor Xing, one of the twenty-four emperors of the immortal punishment, have you actually appeared. Why do you want to measure Ba's magical powers?" The Immortal Overlord, standing behind Xuanyuan Peng, suddenly shrank his eyes. He suddenly strode, at least in front of Xuanyuan Peng, shook his sleeves, and shouted sternly. (To be continued...)
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