The fist was close at hand, but Cheng Ling snorted coldly. The sword's momentum changed, and he slashed into the void. A purple thunder dragon appeared next to it, roared in the void, and struck first.
Yan Mo originally focused on encircling Wei and rescuing Zhao. As long as Cheng Ling's offensive rhythm was disrupted, the opponent's crazy killing would be stopped. Seeing this, a sneer appeared on his lips, his figure spread out, and with a bang, he disappeared from the spot.
At the same time, two terrifying forces suddenly surged in on both sides of Cheng Ling's body, killing him violently.
A long knife was held in Yan Ling's hand. The knife was like the scorching sun in the sky, overflowing with billions of dazzling light.
A heavy hammer, held in Yan Zhen's hand, was as powerful as a mountain breaking through the sky, carrying a majestic power that could crush the heaven and the earth.
One to the left and one to the right, they suddenly attacked, with full tacit understanding, and they were very sophisticated and ruthless.
Regarding this, Cheng Ling turned a deaf ear to this, ignored it, rubbed his body and retreated violently, pointing a finger towards the void behind him. This finger was like a burning flame, paving the path of fire, enveloping the deep and mysterious power of the other shore. , with a bang, it enveloped the void.
"Ah~!"
In the empty space, a shrill scream came out, and then, Yan Mo's tall figure staggered out of it. But at this time, he was already covered in blood, and half of his cheek was smashed and collapsed, which was very terrifying.
This sudden scene made Yan Ling and Yan Zhen's offensive stall.
At this moment, Cheng Ling grabbed the gap, turned his long sword, and turned his right hand into a circular sword circle. With a hiss, it tore into the sky and slashed down.
puff! puff!
Two bloody arms flew up in the air. Yan Ling and Yan Zhen screamed in anger and pain, each retreating violently. In an instant, their joint attack was completely disintegrated.
Seeing this, Cheng Ling didn't have much sense of accomplishment, and he didn't pursue him. He just raised his eyes and glanced into the distance with a strange look.
There, a terrifying aura was quickly flying towards the distance...
"Yaksha Ghost King escaped without a fight? Did he abandon these subordinates?"
An idea flashed in Cheng Ling's mind. The next moment, he no longer thought about it and jumped into the group of yaksha ghosts again.
Half an hour later.
The war ended.
More than 300 Yaksha ghost guards, together with three Yaksha ghost leaders who were in the eight-star ghost king realm, all died and their bodies fell into the sea of misery.
In fact, the outcome of this battle has been determined from the beginning. As Cheng Ling said before, when the power reaches a certain height, the number of enemies cannot make up for the gap at all.
Even before, if he had to guard against the sudden attack of the Yaksha ghost king Yan Ming, Cheng Ling would have been more calm and casual in killing these Yaksha ghost guards.
This is the true peak power, the limit of the Nine-Star Ghost King Realm!
And with such power, who among his peers can rival Cheng Ling?
The turbid sea surface was filled with blood, as if it were real, dyeing the entire sea area a dark red color, which was shocking.
With a wave of his right hand, he pocketed all the storage rings on these Yaksha ghosts.
The sea breeze was howling, lead clouds were falling, and against the gloomy and gray background, the young man's figure was tall and graceful, his purple clothes fluttering, his long hair flying, his handsome face covered with frost, his figure moved, and he continued to fly towards the depths of the ghost sea.
In a sea area where storms are raging and thunder and lightning are roaring, a castle-like building can be vaguely seen, standing rigidly on the sea of suffering. No matter how violent the storm is, or the roaring waves are crashing, the castle does not move at all.
In the castle, the atmosphere is quite quiet.
An old man with gray hair was sitting by the stove, as if asleep.
"Yes, I escaped because I knew very well that I was no match for that person, so I could only use your power, no, the power of the 'Ancient Demon-Destroying Formation'!" Yan Ming said in a deep voice.
The old man opened his sleepy eyes and asked doubtfully: "Is it really that exaggerated?"
"Li Huai, you don't have to doubt, because you are no match for him. At least with the four commanders joining forces, I am not sure of killing them within half an hour." Yan Ming said expressionlessly.
Li Huai said with great interest: "Oh, I really want to see it, but don't forget, this river is called the Sea of Sinking."
The sinking sea...
It was the area where the third Netherworld Emperor had the most brutal duel with the immortals. It was like an abyss, unfathomable, filled with many ancient restrictions, and was known as the burial place of the gods. After tens of thousands of years of evolution, there are some space-time magnetic fields and turbulent vortices, which are extremely dangerous.
The most difficult thing is that the old man Li Huai took advantage of the special environment of the river to set up numerous obstacles. Without his permission, almost no one under the Ghost Emperor could pass smoothly.
Boom!
In the sky, a thunder suddenly resounded, shattering the clouds in all directions, and splashing out dazzling lightning bolts, illuminating the entire gray and gloomy world with brilliant brilliance.
At the same time, a violent and depressing wave spread like a tide.
The river surface began to surge and tremble. Under the sky, hurricanes roared and huge waves roared. In front of this natural world, human beings were like two leaves of duckweed, as if they would be swept away in the next moment.
Thunder and lightning roared, like twisting silver snakes, densely distributed over the river. From time to time, strange cracks in the void could be seen flashing, like ancient beasts hidden in the dark opening their bloody mouths.
There are space-time storms, spatial turbulence, heart-stopping ancient restrictions, and even shrill screams that seem to come from more ancient times.
Here is the sea of sinking, but this sea is not a real sea, but a metaphor for any creature on this river that will not be able to cross easily and sink instantly. This place is also known as the Bone Burial Ground in the Netherworld. In the sea beneath it, countless corpses of immortals, Buddhas and unyielding heroes have sunk.
In the midst of the storm, thunder and lightning, and the raging wind, there was an ancient castle standing in it, unmoving, like a needle fixing the sea. Yan Ming, the Yaksha ghost king, and Li Huai, the guardian of the third line of defense, stood side by side on the castle.
Around the two people, lines of Ghost Emperor Guards and Yaksha Ghost Guards were distributed on both sides of the castle, guarding the castle in the shape of wings. Looking from a distance, they saw a mass of darkness, each wearing fine armor, like a thousand warriors ready to attack. Thousands of troops and horses stood solemnly, their murderous aura rushing into the sky.
Woohoo~~!
The desolate sound of the horn shook the world, and no matter how loud the thunder was, it could not cover it up. Instead, it added a sense of solemnity to the area.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
Waves of uniform shouts resounded, and fighting spirit surged in all directions!
Facing this scene, Cheng Ling was like an ant that accidentally broke into a huge army. He looked so small, as if he would be torn apart by the cold killing intent in the next moment. If it were any other strong person who came here, his fighting spirit would collapse in an instant, and he would be so frightened that he would surrender without a fight.
After all, such a scene is too terrifying. When the number of Ghost King Realm experts reaches thousands, what kind of huge power is that?
But now, such a large formation is just to deal with Cheng Ling! Obviously, after killing the four commanders Yan Shuluo, Yan Mo, Yan Ling, and Yan Zhen, the subordinates of the Southern Ghost Emperor no longer dared to treat them as ordinary people.
Perhaps, this can be regarded as another level of attention, a recognition of Cheng Ling's strength. Of course, if the opponent uses such a huge force, it is possible that he will use a huge amount of force and the power of thunder to completely obliterate him!
"God! This is too scary...!
On the river in the distance, the Wei family's fleet followed them from a distance. When they saw such a huge and murderous scene, Wei Lan, Wei Feng, and the old man in golden robes all trembled all over. They were so shocked that they couldn't find any words to describe their mood at this moment. .
They had seen Cheng Ling kill Yan Shura and more than a hundred Yaksha ghost guards on the bank of the Santu River before. They had also seen him kill the three Yaksha ghost leaders and more than three hundred Yaksha ghost guards with his sword.
At that time, the entire Wei family fleet was full of deep respect for Cheng Ling. Even the most rebellious Wei family's seventh young master, Wei Feng, changed his normal behavior and worshiped him to the extreme.
But looking at this scene now, everyone felt chills all over. No matter how blindly they worshiped Cheng Ling's strength, they still couldn't have the confidence to believe that he could win. Ask yourself, any nine-star ghost king realm expert would probably feel powerless and desperate at the scene in front of him.
This is completely beyond the scope of a battle and can be called a war!
That huge power, even when used in war, has the power to sweep across all directions, but now, it is only used to deal with Cheng Ling alone. Under such circumstances, let alone having a chance of winning, even running away is probably impossible!
"This should be the last hurdle leading to Luofu Mountain!"
Cheng Ling slowly emerged from the void, facing the thousands of strong ghost kings standing like a forest in the distance. He felt no fear in his heart, nor was he intimidated by the opponent's aura. Instead, he had an indescribable fighting spirit. Burning fiercely in the chest.
"Yes, after passing through this sea of sinking, with your speed, you can reach Luofu Mountain in only three hours. You don't seem to be afraid at all?" Li Huai asked with interest.
"Afraid? Now that I'm here, there's nothing to be afraid of! My purpose is very simple. I just want to go to Luofu Mountain. I'd be very grateful if you would obediently let me go. If you obstruct me, don't blame Cheng for being rude!" Ling said calmly.
"You are so brave. If that's the case, then let me see what you are capable of and kill me!"
With an order, the thousands of Ghost King Realm experts on the castle began to move.
"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"
The momentum of the iron armor and fine armor is like a surge, gathering together. If black clouds suddenly cover them, their shouts are like lightning and thunder, and their momentum is like a landslide and a torrent, crushing the void and crushing thousands of evil spirits that rush into the sky.
The scene at that moment was like hell opening up, and the demons that had been preparing for a long time were suddenly launched. Thousands of various attacks were overwhelming, like heavy rain and thunder dancing in the sky, covering the entire area of 100,000 miles.
"Hmph! Do you really think that this young master can't see your tricks?"
Cheng Ling sneered, his body remained motionless, and he raised his right hand. In an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and purple thunder all over the sky was shining in the sky. Even the thunder clouds and lightning above the castle seemed to be under his control.
