As the bone shield ruptured, a blue ray of light and two red rays of light passed through the body of the buried ghost, causing his body to be directly divided into three parts.
But no blood flew out, only gray-white mist filled the air.
It has to be said that a creature at the sixth level of spiritual creation is really difficult to kill. Even though his physical body has been broken into several pieces, his gray-white main spirit survived, flew away to a distance, and reorganized his body with difficulty.
Just as Fang Yingxing was preparing to pursue him, a shrill scream came from the sixth level battlefield of Creation Spirit.
A human monk was defeated and was pierced by a bone spear. The blood slowly flowed down the pale white bone spear, which was particularly charming.
Afterwards, his flesh and blood dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, his eyes were deeply sunken, and the hands holding the bone gun gradually turned into withered bones.
It's not that the sixth-level monks on the human side are weaker than the Buried Ghosts, but they spent too much energy on awakening the altar at the altar just now. Now they are naturally overwhelmed in the battle and are overwhelmed by the Buried Ghosts.
The body of the buried ghost facing Fang Yingxing was much weaker, but he was sneering: "Human beings do have hidden masters, but they are too insignificant in front of our immortals. This time the plan was given to us by the immortals." The guidance is worthy of being an immortal, you idiots can only be fooled."
Fang Yingxing's pupils shrank sharply, Gui Gui's words were too shocking. From the very beginning, this was a game of chess played by their immortal, to lure them in and use them as blood food.
Fang Yingxing had reason to believe that the hole in the light curtain between the outer and inner outer walls was related to the Ghost Burial Clan. The power revealed by the Immortal Flower definitely exceeded the Spirit Creation Realm.
His victorious burial ghost noticed the strange movement here, and the light in its eyes became even paler. It held the bone gun and threw it downwards in the sky.
Fang Yingxing winked at Xu Qing. Xu Qing was stunned for a moment and wanted to say something, but he turned his head, stepped on Rakshasa steps, and rushed towards the buried ghost who was almost killed by them before.
Of course she understood what Fang Yingxing meant. He wanted to face the Bone Gun Burial Ghost alone.
The Burial Ghost had just swallowed the flesh and blood essence of a sixth-level soul-creating master. At this moment, it was at its peak physical and spiritual state. An ordinary fourth-level soul-creating master would have absolutely no chance of winning against him, but he didn't know Why, she had an indescribable trust in Fang Yingxing.
Seeing Fang Yingxing rushing over, Bone Gun Buried Ghost was stunned for a moment, and he was ready to use his secret method to speed up the chase.
The Star Sword solidified and collided with the bone gun fiercely. The sound of the collision was deafening.
The gap in realm is shown in this way. With two more spirits, the supply of spiritual power is much stronger. The bone gun is nourished by spiritual power, and its aura rises instead of falling, while the Star Sword is consumed by fierce collisions. However, his spiritual power cannot be adequately replenished.
At this moment, there were dense cracks on the sword, and its brightness was much dimmed.
Fang Yingxing simply let go of the Star Sword, turned into the True Dragon Seal with his left hand, squeezed the Star Fist with his right hand, and slammed the ancient gun to the buried ghost.
Zhan Gui's insight was so sharp that he quickly adjusted his posture and turned his left hand into a claw to block the True Dragon Seal. At the same time, the bone gun swept across and collided with the Star Fist.
Terrifying fluctuations spread out, even making some monks whose cultivation was not high enough turn pale.
Even though the seed-level prodigies have unparalleled combat power, the burial ghosts at the sixth level of spiritual creation should not be underestimated.
After being suppressed due to lack of vigilance at the beginning, they have been adjusting their posture and circulating their dead energy. Now their aura has gradually stabilized, and Tianjiao can no longer suppress them.
Dragon blood flowed out of Ao Yu's body. It was injured by the bone knife. Even the dragon scales as hard as fine gold could not stop it and was completely cut open.
Chen Qiyun's characteristic is his powerful explosive power. After the Zombie Ghost discovered this characteristic, he has been using secret techniques to evade Chen Qiyun's attacks flexibly, consuming Chen Qiyun's spiritual power. If this continues, Chen Qiyun will be defeated.
The situation of Mr. Yuhua is pretty good, but it is not optimistic either. He possesses the Yuhua Divine Body, which has a natural suppression on the ghost-burying clan who were born in immortals. However, the feathered divine body that has not broken through to the Dao First Realm is still unable to exert its most special abilities, and can only barely suppress the opponent at this moment.
Ji Lanyue was like a banished immortal. With a wave of her hand, brilliance spread out and pressed towards the buried ghost, seeming to merge with the heaven and earth. But long-term consumption also made her look pale.
The most despairing thing is the battlefield of the sixth level of spiritual creation. It can be said that the battle there is the most decisive for the fate of the monks. However, the obvious disadvantages shown on the battlefield make all the monks feel a cloud floating in their hearts.
A human monk barely managed to kill a Burial Ghost at the cost of burning his essence and blood. The next moment, he was targeted by another Burial Ghost and was killed with force. He died unwillingly.
There was anger in Fang Yingxing's eyes. His situation was extremely difficult, and the opponent was not an ordinary sixth-level soul-creator. His bone gun was too dangerous, with boundless death energy, and every blow could directly take Fang Yingxing away.
The bone spear thrust out, and Fang Yingxing was blocked by the death energy around him, so he could only use his water and fire shield.
The water and fire shield was still pierced, but it also significantly reduced the speed of the bone gun, only grazing Fang Yingxing's shoulder.
It can be seen that there is no trace of blood flowing out of the area where Fang Yingxing was rubbed, but it has dried up and lost its life essence.
Fang Yingxing took a breath. If the shot just now really hit his chest, he might really die here.
When he felt the familiar scent of pollen, his heart jolted.
The Immortal Flower is about to bloom, absorbing the flesh and blood essence of the monk army, and the thing it has nurtured seems to be truly mature.
Seeing this scene, the seed-level geniuses and the sixth-level soul-creating monks desperately wanted to rush towards the Immortal Flower, but were blocked by the buried ghost in front of them.
When these burial ghosts saw the Immortal Flower blooming, they all showed fanatical expressions and tried to block the monks who wanted to attack the Immortal Flower at all costs.
The army of monks were charging forward, using Taoist magic to prevent the Immortal Flower from blooming, but they were blocked by the pollen light curtain released by the Immortal Flower.
Only then did people realize that the previous light curtains were all made of pollen from this fairy flower.
boom!
Fang Yingxing was kicked away by the Bone Gun Burial Ghost and hit the stone wall hard, causing a cloud of dust to fly.
He was vomiting blood and his consciousness was a little blurry. In a trance, he heard a voice.
To be precise, this was not what his ears heard, but the sound transmission from his mind.
"Fellow Taoist, lend me a helping hand. If everything goes well, you may be able to prevent the birth of that immortal. I will appear on the altar, and you will just need to give me a layer of that radiance."
Fang Yingxing sensed these words and his consciousness suddenly woke up. He could not tell who the words came from. He could only be sure that it was a monk he was not familiar with.
Although he was extremely confused in his heart, he decided to go to help in the battle. After all, this seemed to be the only hope now.
He gritted his teeth, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then rushed towards the altar.
Sure enough, he saw a figure rushing towards the altar quickly, without any Taoist spiritual power, not even a spirit. With only its strong body, it actually broke a hole in the pollen curtain. .
