Xiang Donglai, who was commanding the battle from a distance, came back to his senses from the astonishing scene in front of him. Only then did he understand why Patriarch Xiang Huaxin was so polite to the Grand Master of the East in front of him. It turns out that what can really suppress the Purple Crocodile Ghost King are these eighteen war-god-like puppets controlled by the Grand Master of the East.
"Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord, you are so shy that you don't dare to fight!" Xiang Donglai, as the commander of the battle, knew Lu Xiaotian's intention immediately and immediately issued the order, and thousands of human monks shouted in unison.
To the ghost clan, the torrent formed by the convergence of sounds was even greater than the rain of arrows flying through the air. Even if the ghost tribe doesn’t want to believe it. But those eighteen golden men had already wreaked havoc on several huge ghost boats, leaving them littered with casualties. The cold reality was a hundred times colder than the slogans.
"Boy, you're looking for death!" The Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord hid under the rolling bone wheels, with murderous intent blazing in his eyes. Originally, he planned to stay hidden for a while as much as possible and use the large formation to absorb more ghost power. But judging from the current situation, if he didn't show up in time, the defeat might be faster than imagined. This silver-haired boy, although he is only a Nascent Soul cultivator, is not only bold but also very careful. He couldn't hide for a moment longer.
Even when the Eighteen Golden Men attacked several bone warships of the Ghost Clan, Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng were not left alone and were always under the protection of the Eighteen Golden Men.
"Although the fighting power of the Eighteen Golden Man is impressive, the reaction speed of the Nascent Soul cultivator is limited after all. Even if he cannot kill him with one blow, he will be severely injured and repeated once or twice."
The Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord snorted coldly. Regarding the current situation, he had naturally expected that Lu Xiaotian or Xiang Qingcheng could be killed with just one or two repetitions. Not to mention the few skeleton warships in front of him, even if the losses were ten times or even dozens of times greater, the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord would not even blink.
If you choose to hide among these bone wheels, you can also use the extremely rich ghost energy here to cover up your own aura to the greatest extent. Since the last time he suffered a loss from the Eighteen Golden Man in the ice cave, the Purple Crocodile Ghost King came back without any preparation.
High in the sky, the morale of the human monks was like a rainbow. Xiang Kuang originally had amazing defensive power, but after refining part of the dragon essence, his strength reached a higher level. Even the true meaning level ghost king was extremely embarrassed under Xiang Kuang's hands. At this time, the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord crushed a gray amber-like ball in his hand. A gray aura completely covered the Purple Crocodile Ghost King. The Purple Crocodile Ghost King transformed into an injured white-bone falcon, with the cultivation level of a mid-level ghost king. Mixed in a group of falcons rushing to help.
"Three transformation-level souls, some of them look like demonic deer in the snowy land, and two are extremely unfamiliar."
The Purple Crocodile Ghost King was suddenly a little confused. As far as he knew of the powerful gods, except for a few who were currently involved in this war, the rest had died, but these three god-level souls were gone. Where did it come from? Could it be that the silver-haired boy was just like me, laying suspicion in the old formation, just waiting for him to fall into a trap, and then he and other god-transforming monks would attack together?
Naturally, the Purple Crocodile Ghost King didn't know that Lu Xiaotian actually had three god-level souls in his body, three old monsters: the Snow Demon Deer, the Ghost Fire Master, and the Dragon and Lion. Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng asked the Eighteen Golden People to massacre the ghost army and strike at the most critical place, but it was the same. Lu Xiaotian will not relax his vigilance at all because of this.
With the help of dragons and lions, he helped him guard against sneak attacks from all around. After all, what we have to face is the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord, a super strong man who can kill the god-forming monks, and there is no room for sloppiness. The Eighteen Golden Man may be able to withstand his blow, but he, especially Xiang Qingcheng, is far from being able to withstand the attack of the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord.
But at this time, the chaotic battlefield was filled with warring humans and ghosts. A large number of ghost birds are flying everywhere, and crises are everywhere. After all, the Snow Demon Deer are only in the state of their souls at this time, which is still worse than the Purple Crocodile Ghost King. The Purple Crocodile Ghost King has changed his appearance and is hiding. Under the breath, it is extremely difficult to find the Purple Crocodile Ghost King.
"It turns out it was just a bluff." Soon, the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord sneered. He had killed the snowy demon deer with his own hands. The reason why the other party's soul appeared here was probably because the other party used some unique method.
After understanding the truth, the white-bone falcon transformed by the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord swung and shot at Xiang Qingcheng. The persimmon was pinched softly. Between the silver-haired boy in front of him and Xiang Qingcheng, it was obvious that the silver-haired boy controlled more golden people. Xiang Qingcheng is also weaker in comparison. If we can take the opportunity to kill him without giving this silver-haired boy a chance, the situation will be settled like this.
"It's coming, but it's too fast!" The Snow Demon Deer and the Dragon Lion discovered the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord almost at the same time, and immediately warned Lu Xiaotian. However, just as these two old monsters said, the Purple Crocodile Ghost King, as an old monster who transformed into a god, could explode at full speed. Lu Xiaotian could use the instant mirror to avoid it, but Xiang Qingcheng might not be able to react.
Even if he could barely escape with his life, he would probably be seriously injured. At the level of the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord, even if he is just swept away by the aftermath of his attack, it is not something that a Nascent Soul cultivator can easily bear.
"Die!" The Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord stretched out his palm and slapped the air, covering almost a hundred feet of space. The purple light was like a sharp blade, cutting wildly in the airspace. The overwhelming ghost energy and the shock of the old ghost's attack made the attacking human race feel frightened, and the ghost army's declining momentum also increased again. Especially when he saw Lu Xiaotian, who had been so arrogant before, being directly beaten into pieces by the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord, it was undoubtedly in sharp contrast to the previous clamor for a fight.
Shit, the frightened expressions of Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng in front of them were cut into pieces by the sharp purple light, but there was no smell of blood at all.
"I've been fooled, how is it possible!" Zi Crocodile Ghost Lord's eyes suddenly bulged. The facial expressions of Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng in front of him could not be faked. Moreover, these two guys were always in his sight. How could it be possible that he was cheating on them? Cheating right under your nose? How could a mere Nascent Soul cultivator have such means? Where was the other person?
"Purple Crocodile Ghost King, you really have a good trick!" Lu Xiaotian's voice shook again. At this time, an ancient mirror appeared in the void. The space around the ancient mirror rippled like water waves. Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng joined hands to swim from the mirror. Walk out of the open water waves.
Before he finished speaking, the shadows of eighteen golden figures had already broken through the air and surrounded the purple crocodile ghost king who had already appeared.
"What a powerful illusion, even I was deceived." After the purple crocodile ghost king was frightened, his expression became gloomy again, but he was somewhat hesitant in his heart. The silver-haired boy in front of him was just a Nascent Soul realm. It's a little too evil.
