"What a strong 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 and secretly thought 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 search the city for a while, 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 himself back at first. He stretched out his hand and a golden seal of Fangtian rose sharply.
The golden seal in the sky covered the dark clouds in the distance, and 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 spat out the numbers in his mouth coldly. He opened his mouth and spat out a white vial. The white vial tipped over, and a large amount of blood appeared. Liquid poured out from it, and in the blink of an eye, it had spread to a range of ten miles in the air, and waves of blood rolled. The stormy waves crashed onto the shore, hitting 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 Yuanying Ancestor was fighting against the Black Nightmare Ghost King. With his status, it is not easy to see Yuanying monks fighting with his own eyes.
As for other people, their faces may show some excitement, or they may be scared, lest they be affected by the war between the ancestor of Nascent Soul and the ghost clan. This is no joke, even if it is hit by a small chaotic force, it may be the end of physical and mental destruction. Especially those monks who are in the foundation building stage and those in the Qi refining stage. Once affected, death is almost certain.
The Blood Lion Ancestors took action with great force, far beyond Lu Xiaotian's imagination, but seeing the motionless mountain-like clouds opposite, Lu Xiaotian felt something bad in his heart.
"Gui Yao!" Sure enough, Lu Xiaotian's guess did not 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 ten thousand-year cold lake.
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 shone down like the light from the black sun.
The sizzling, churning, and roaring blood sea lion domain began to steam at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye under the reflection of the black sun. It turned into puffs of white air 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 blue guzheng in the air seemed to turn into a whimper at this time.
"What?" The Blood Lion Ancestor, the men and women in white all changed their expressions, and seemed to find it difficult to accept the scene before them. Everyone's face was flushed, and the overwhelming magic power surged, as if they were going to support another sky under the light of the black sun, with golden light and guzheng playing wildly. The sea of blood rolled, and the wild lion roared.
The sun-like black thread seemed to fade, but soon it was shrouded again.
Seeing the black sun gradually rising up and the endless darkness shrouding it, it was about to cover the entire Blood Lion City in the blink of an eye. Lu Xiaotian's face was as dark as water. A light red light flashed behind him, his wings moved slightly, and he quickly jumped out of the Blood Lion City. He had a feeling that if the black sun covered the entire Blood Lion City and locked him, he would want to escape. There is no escape.
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 monks in the Qi Refining Stage began to melt like ice and snow.
The screams were loud and clear. 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 level, turning into half-broken or complete white bones, with a faint look in their eyes. Phosphorus fire is full of mistakes. It seemed to be a skeleton with extremely low spiritual awareness.
In the distant sky, illuminated by the black sun, Blood Lion City has been completely shrouded in a gloomy ghostly aura. And the blood lion ancestors in the air were men and women in white. At this time, it was like bathing in the black ink-like sunlight, with an extra layer of black on the body surface, and the specific appearance could no longer be seen clearly, but from their violently changing movements, one could see 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. .
In the barren mountains and ridges, demonic birds are flying in fright, and demonic beasts are running around. The surrounding spiritual trees and spiritual grass 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 desolate.
The city that was originally full of vitality was now like purgatory. The monks who had no time to escape were all destroyed in the dark sun, or turned into half-broken skeletons.
The power of the Ghost King in the later stage is so great! Lu Xiaotian felt desolate in his heart, even at this moment, he was like 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's magic wings behind Lu Xiaotian flapped fiercely. There was no chance of him taking any chances anymore, he just wanted to escape as far as he could, as far away from this terrible ghost king as possible.
"Do you think you can escape?" The voice of the Black Nightmare Ghost King came from behind, unusually high.
There was a cold feeling behind Lu Xiaotian, 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 god-forming monk? There are also great monks 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 his feet. Wushang City was getting closer and closer. Being chased by this mysterious nightmare 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. a feeling of. What on earth is the Yin-eating Ghost Wheel that is worthy of such a violent attack by the Black Nightmare Ghost King?
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