In the blink of an eye, Zhan Wuji's aura reached its peak, and he was galloping away into the distance.
boom!
The moonlight hit the place where he originally stood, making a muffled sound. The entire hall did not shake at all, only gravel splashed on the ground, and a huge deep pit emerged.
"Mo Gui" and "Misfortune" who were closest to him had no ability to resist at all. Under the impact of this force, they were directly knocked back and then fell to the ground hard.
Zhan Wuji looked at this scene and was completely confused. Did the system take back his clone?
Oh shit!
What a crazy system!
This clone is far more powerful than the original!
Removing this clone is equivalent to cutting off one of your own arms!
Moreover, clones are also a very troublesome thing. The opponent's power is too strong, and he has no chance at all!
Just when Zhan Wuji was anxious, the owner of this city was a little surprised. The human female fairy was actually just a clone?
This is the 'Ten Directions Xuanyuan Tribulation'!
It's a pity that his physical body has not yet reached the realm of an immortal!
After thinking this, the city lord once again said in a cold voice in order to show respect for the human race: "Let go of our immortal immediately. This is my last time!"
"Missing you is the disaster of Xuanming in the ten directions. I can give it to you once and make everyone submit to you."
"In the future, as long as you provide me with three thousand high-level sacrifices every day, I will be able to protect human beings and restore their vitality. They will no longer have to hide in the darkness and live a peaceful life like before."
"The most important thing is, we don't have to worry about him bothering us."
"This promise can only be obtained by those races whose strength far exceeds that of humans."
Hearing this, Zhan Wuji did not respond, but reopened the soul-raising bag and collected all the city lords and other ghost fairies into it.
The Lord City Lord looked at this human man with a calm expression, and the solicitous look in his eyes quickly disappeared.
He glanced at "Misfortune" and "Misfortune" indifferently, and in a flash, like a wisp of smoke, he moved away from the city in an instant!
Then, with a rustling sound, the curtain of bones fell.
The white light rolled in the dark hall, like water waves in the darkness, rippling in the darkness.
There was silence, and his figure disappeared from the place again.
When the city lord lost his momentum, the looks in the eyes of many ghost fairies in the palace immediately became unabashed and vicious when they looked at Zhan Wuji and "Mo Gui", and that desire almost turned into reality.
These are two living prey!
Without any hesitation, there were heavy ghosts and smoke rising. The ghost fairies immediately rose into the sky and turned into gusts of cold wind, sweeping towards Zhan Wuji and "Mo Gui".
There was a strong wind in the hall, and heavy gray snow fell, covering the sky and the sun like a black tornado.
"Mo Gui" was so powerful that he even used the "rejuvenate" move. He was obviously desperate.
At the same time, Zhan Wuji, who was controlled by the system, exploded with sword energy on his body, and his aura was so powerful that it went straight into the sky. Nine bloody figures appeared beside him, each one of them was extremely graceful and graceful, with fluttering red clothes, like nine flowers in full bloom. of Manzhu Shahua.
This is the weapon spirit of the Nine Soul Sword!
The sword spirit was suspended in mid-air, and its blood-red robes were winding like clouds, like a sea of blood, covering the sky and dyeing the dark hall a bloody red.
Blood-red chains swam in the air like spiritual snakes, and pale claws stretched out from each chain, carrying a violent, chaotic, and evil aura.
Perhaps because it had been too long, the sword spirit seemed particularly excited. A pair of bright eyes scanned the surroundings, murderous intent overflowing: "Master, you are going to use me again!"
"Those who dare to disrespect Master, die, die, die, die!"
"You humble reptile, why don't you kneel down and worship your lord!"
"Skin them and I'll make a new mat."
"Those who blaspheme our Lord will be killed without mercy!"
Nine different voices, either gentle, arrogant, indifferent, or arrogant, spoke in unison.
Amidst the roars, the nine sword spirits launched an attack together, and the blood-red sword gangs filled the sky, surging in like a tide, covering the entire palace.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...
Two forces, one red and one black, collided suddenly, and the two instantly started a fierce battle.
But upon contact, Demon Lord Ghost felt something was wrong. Are these nine sword spirits the same kind?
Moreover, their spiritual power is extremely pure, as if they all come from the ancestral tree?
For a time, all the ghost clan were angry!
A human race, a humble creature that is regarded as food by all races, actually uses a descendant of a ghost race to refine a weapon spirit!
This tree actually grew from the ancestral tree!
And it’s not just one!
Nine people in total!
absurd!
This is too outrageous!
This humble human being is not only bold, but he also dares to use such methods in front of his fellow Ghost Clan members!
Even the city lord is standing by!
At this moment, the ghost fairies who were originally going to attack "Ink Rose" all rushed towards Zhan Wuji!
"Juniors of our clan, don't panic, we will rescue you all from this person soon!"
"Humans who don't know whether to live or die! Release the seal on the souls of our ancestors, otherwise, our race will be in catastrophe!"
"Trash! Looking for death!"
"You must die today! All humans must pay for what he did!"
"The death of this kind of ant is light! He should bear all the tortures in this world!"
"You are so brave, you actually dare to refine the descendant of my ancestral tree into a sword spirit! I will definitely do my best in front of the people of your sects to make you and your whole family look down on each other. Ichiban!"
As his words fell, an aura of death emanated from his body, carrying a cold aura.
The cold air almost solidified, and black snowflakes fell one after another, almost blocking everyone's sight.
Countless pieces of ice fell from the sky like sharp swords.
The entire palace seemed to be sinking, exuding a terrifying aura.
The wind is strong, the cold wind is howling, and the coldness is like a knife, cutting everything.
The spirit of the Nine Soul Sword suddenly became furious: "How dare you insult my Lord? You deserve death!"
"My master hasn't had a new mat for a long time. It seems that your skin is very good!"
"My enemies must die!"
"Our people are no exception!"
"It is our honor to be your master's weapon spirit!"
"A useless person like you is worthy of following the best master in the world?"
As he spoke, the Nine Soul Sword's weapon spirit burst out with terrifying sword intent. These sword intents were extremely powerful.
