"What a loud tone. In hundreds of years, you are the first one who dares to threaten Blood Lion City like this." The Blood Lion Ancestor was furious when he heard this, "Don't say you don't know whether the person you are looking for is in Blood Lion City, even if
Even if I know it, I can't give you a ghost clan."
Lu Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that he was probably a little frightened when he saw the mysterious ghost king killing the green-robed old man and the demon eagle with strength above tenth level. This blood lion ancestor was a human monk after all.
Then there were two more arms to help.
There are thousands of monks watching below. If the Black Nightmare Ghost King is allowed to plunder the city, the blood lion ancestor will lose his face.
"Jie Jie, I haven't massacred a city in hundreds of years. Since you are seeking death, I will help you." The Ghost King of Xuan Nightmare laughed strangely.
"What a shameless statement!" The man in white had a violent temper. He couldn't hold back at first. He stretched out his hand and a golden seal of Fangtian rose sharply.
The golden seal of the square sky covered the dark clouds in the distance, and the golden light burst out, as if the sky was about to be crushed.
The woman in white offered a green guzheng, stretched out her fingers to play it, and the guzheng flew forward, with Fang Tian's golden seal on the left and right. The guzheng played in the air, and the strings plucked on their own, making people dizzy and dizzy.
It comes from the guzheng.
"Blood Sea Lion Domain!" Facing the mysterious ghost king in front of him, the Blood Lion Ancestor looked much more solemn. He spit out the numbers in his mouth coldly, opened his mouth and spat out a white vial. The white vial tipped over, and a large amount of blood appeared.
The liquid poured out from it, and in the blink of an eye, it spread to a range of ten miles in the air, and the blood waves rolled. Like a stormy wave crashing on the shore, it hit the dark clouds in the sky.
The blood lion under the ancestor of the blood lion looked up at this scene and howled.
Lu Xiaotian also covered his ears, but his eyes were intently watching the scene in the air where the Yuan Ying ancestors were fighting against the Xuan Ye Ghost King. With his status, it was not easy to see the Yuanying monks fighting with his own eyes.
As for other people, their faces may show some excitement, or they may be very scared, lest they be affected by the war between the Yuan Ying Ancestor and the ghost tribe. This is no joke, even if they are affected by a small stream of chaos
If hit by a powerful force, they may be destroyed physically and mentally. Especially those monks who are building foundations and monks in the Qi refining stage. Once they are affected, they are almost certain to die.
The blood lion ancestors and others took action with great momentum, far beyond Lu Xiaotian's imagination, but seeing the motionless mountain-like clouds on the opposite side, Lu Xiaotian felt something bad in his heart.
"Gui Yao!" Sure enough, Lu Xiaotian's guess didn't last long, and the rolling clouds coldly spit out two words.
It was the size of a fist, and its green eyes were as cold as a thousand-year-old cold pond.
The clouds rolled around, and inside, a small black round ball no more than a foot in diameter slowly left the clouds, and then gradually rose up.
Lu Xiaotian looked from a distance, as if a black sun was rising in the sky. The black ball didn't look big, but the vast Blood Lion City looked extremely small under the reflection of the black ball.
The silk threads illuminated each other, like the light emitted by the dark sun.
Under the reflection of the black sun, the sizzling, churning, and roaring Blood Sea Lion Territory began to evaporate at a speed that was blinding to the naked eye. It turned into puffs of white gas and disappeared.
The golden seal of the square sky and the cyan guzheng seemed to be unable to withstand the exposure of the dark sun. The golden light of the golden seal of the sky was constantly eaten away by the black silk threads. The sharp sound made by the cyan guzheng in the air seemed to have turned into a line at this time.
whimper.
"What?" The Blood Lion Ancestor, the men and women in white all changed their expressions, as if it was difficult to accept the scene in front of them. Each of them blushed, and the torrential mana surged, as if they were trying to hold on under the reflection of the black sun.
A sky rises, golden light shines, the guzheng plays wildly. The sea of blood rolls, and the mad lion roars.
The sun-like black thread seemed to fade away, but soon it was shrouded again.
Seeing the black sun gradually rising, the endless darkness shrouded it, and it was about to cover the entire Blood Lion City in a blink of an eye. Lu Xiaotian's face was as sinking as water. A pale red light flashed behind him, his wings moved slightly, and the blood quickly jumped out.
Lion City, he had a feeling that if the dark sun covered the entire Blood Lion City and locked him, he would not be able to escape even if he wanted to.
In a hurry, Lu Xiaotian looked back and saw that a large number of Qi Refining monks were illuminated by the black sun, and the ghostly energy covered the sky. The bodies of thousands of Qi Refining monks began to melt like ice and snow.
There were shrill screams. These melted Qi-refining monks turned into gloomy ghostly auras. Occasionally, a few monks would have only their flesh and blood melted due to their higher cultivation, turning into half-broken bodies.
Or it may be a complete white skeleton, with weak phosphorus fire in its eyes full of broken bones. It seems to be a skeleton with extremely low spiritual consciousness.
In the distant sky, under the reflection of the black sun, the Blood Lion City has been completely shrouded in a gloomy ghostly atmosphere. And the blood lion ancestors in the mid-air, men and women in white. At this time, it is as if they are bathed in the black ink-like sunlight, their bodies are
They all had an extra layer of black, and their specific appearances could no longer be clearly seen. However, from their violently changing movements, it could be seen that several people were struggling in extreme pain.
Lu Xiaotian felt an unprecedented panic in his heart. Throughout the Blood Lion City, those remaining golden elixir monks were fleeing for their lives. There were also many who had taken the opportunity early and escaped from the city. These people fled in all directions, lest they stay in the Blood Lion City for a moment longer.
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In the barren mountains and ridges, demonic birds are flying and demonic beasts are running around. The surrounding spiritual trees and spiritual grasses are withering and losing their vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye. The originally lush Blood Lion City and the surrounding area of hundreds of miles have become
A desolate place.
The originally vibrant city was now like purgatory. The monks who had no time to escape were all destroyed under the dark sun, or turned into half-broken skeletons.
The power of the Ghost King in the later stage was so great! Lu Xiaotian felt desolate in his heart, even at this moment, he was as useless as a piece of grass under the fierce power of the other party.
In mid-air, the bodies of the Blood Lion Ancestor, his spiritual beast Blood Lion, and the men and women in white had begun to melt, leaving only the legs below the waist still struggling.
The bat king behind Lu Xiaotian flapped his magic wings fiercely. He no longer had any luck, he just wanted to escape as far as possible, as far as possible from this terrifying nightmare ghost king.
"Do you think you can escape?" The Black Nightmare Ghost King's voice came from behind, unusually high-pitched.
Lu Xiaotian felt a cold feeling behind his back, but there was a sneer in his heart. Although you are powerful, you are definitely not something that no one can cure. Could it be that you really think of yourself as a cultivator of gods? There are also great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage among the human race, so you may not be able to suppress them.
I can't stand you, a ghost clan.
The mountains and rivers were receding at an alarming speed under their feet. Wushang City was getting closer and closer. Being chased by this mysterious ghost king, there was almost no way up to the sky and no way to the earth. At this time, except for Wushang City, Lu Xiaotian really had nowhere to escape.
The feeling. What is the Yin-devouring Ghost Wheel that is worthy of such a big fight by the Black Nightmare Ghost King?