This is a strong man at the peak of his pure state of mind. He has strong energy and spirit, but he is extremely scared at this time.

He was not injured, and the blood on his body seemed to belong to other people.

After roaring with Jiang Nan and others, he fled to the ruined palace at a faster speed.

Such a scene made Zheng Xiong and others unable to help but move.

This is a strong man with a pure peak state of mind. What is it that makes the strong man of this level so frightened.

"ah!"

The screams moved again and came from the front.

Not far away, more monks fled to this place.

Soon, I saw a large number of traces in front of me, and walked towards me.

They were wearing painted black armor, which seemed to be condensed from Yin Qi, and a terrifying wave of death surrounded them.

As they rushed here, the entire ground couldn't help but shake.

Very scary!

"This, this..."

Zheng Xiong and others changed color.

If the ghosts I saw before were terrifying, then the group of ghost soldiers I saw at this time would be terrifying.

They clearly felt the existence of the Mingdao Realm level.

Not only them, but even Jiang Nan couldn't help but feel slightly moved.

Of course, it's just some.

"You guys retreat first."

He told Chuning and others.

These ghosts are not simple, and there is no problem with him alone, but it will be very difficult if he still has to worry about Chuning and others when taking action.

Before, he had never thought that the danger in this temple group was a bit simpler.

"Where are you sir?"

Luo Qingfeng asked.

Jiang Nan spared these evil ghosts and his eyes fell on an ancient temple at the last point.

"I'll go inside and check it out."

He said.

Intuition told him that there was definitely something extraordinary in that ancient temple.

Because he saw many patterns on the ancient palace, which were ghost patterns very similar to those on the Yin and Yang Nine Turns!

Perhaps, there are clues related to the founder of Yin and Yang Nine Transformations.

Seeing that Luo Qingfeng and others seemed not to want to retreat, he said, "Let's go, you stay, but you will have to distract me from protecting you. It's not a good thing."

He knew what Luo Qingfeng and others thought. Although he was not strong enough, he wanted to work with him.

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This kind of intention is good, but in this case, it is really unnecessary.

Luo Qingfeng and others thought for a while, and finally nodded.

"Sir, take care of yourself!"

Luo Qingfengdao took the lead in evacuating outside.

"Brother Jiang take care of him!"

Qin Xindao also evacuated out together.

Zheng Xiong, Chuning and others spoke one after another and walked out together.

They actually knew that staying would only cause trouble for Jiang Nan.

"Woo!"

The ghosts roared and hissed, the cold wind roared, and groups of ghosts rushed over, and the breath of death was like the vast sea.

Some of these ghosts locked on Jiang Nan, while others rushed to Qin Xin and others who had already fled outside.

Jiang Nan raised his hand, and the sword lights were scattered towards the ghost soldiers Gui Li Juan who was rushing towards Qin Xin and others.

These sword lights are condensed by the power of primitive death, and the mixed power is very powerful.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

Under such primitive power of death, the swaths of ghosts exploded immediately.

And as he took action like this, the ghosts in this place immediately fell on him.

The ghosts roared and rushed towards him.

The momentum is so great that it is terrifying.

It was like a torrent of death, drowning towards Jiang Nan.

Jiang Nan took a step, avoiding one ghost after another, and headed towards the ancient temple in front of him.

At the same time, the original power of death gathered into sword lights, swaying towards Zhoupan with him as the center.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

As the original power of death swung, a large number of ghosts broke out immediately.

For Jiang Nan, who controls the power of primitive death, ordinary death-type creatures are simply fragile.

"boom!"

At this moment, the breath of death was overwhelming, and a nearby ghost was swept away.

Five figures woven in the darkness of death rushed towards Jiang Nan. Wherever they passed, the space was corroded and hissing sound was eroded.

"Mingdao Realm."

A strange light flashed through Jiang Nan's eyes.

Fortunately, these five figures are at most comparable to those of the strong people in the middle stage of the Ming Dao Realm.

He can still deal with this level.

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The original power of death gathers all over the body, condenses a piece of death armor to protect the body.

At the same time, the original power of death gathered into the death lightsaber, which was held in his right hand.

Without any hesitation, he swung his sword.

As the sword swept away, the five figures rushing towards him trembled and were swept out.

However, at this same time, he himself took three steps back.

"The difference in cultivation strength is too big."

He said to himself.

After all, his cultivation level is only in the late stage of the Xuantong Realm.

Despite the blessing of the original death power, he can restrain death-type creatures, but when there is too much difference in cultivation, it is difficult for him to crush it.

Five dead creatures flew several feet away, rolled to the ground, crushed a large swath of Gui Li, and then quickly stood up and pounced on him again.

Jiang Nan's eyes narrowed slightly and opened with a sword again.

Then, outside his body, the primitive power of death trembled, and the thick light of death enveloped him.

As he enveloped his entire body with the light of death, his breath of life was covered with it, and he could not feel angry.

At this moment, he could only feel the breath of death.

Suddenly, many death-type ghosts who had already rushed towards him nearby couldn't help but stop.

These dead creatures are very average, their strength is not much higher than Jiang Nan, and they are not smart. They all use the breath of life to sense the attacks of living creatures. Now, Jiang Nan uses the power of primitive death as the basis to exude the breath of death, and in the eyes of these evil ghosts, they are part of them.

Only those five creatures that were comparable to the Ming Dao Realm rushed towards Jiang Nan again after a moment of pause.

"It seems that it is not very effective for Mingdao Realm."

Jiang Nan said to himself.

The Mingdao Realm is much stronger than him. Although his wisdom is not high, his sensitivity is already very strong.

Even though he covered himself with the power of primitive death, these ghosts could still feel his existence.

However, this time, he did not fight head-on with these ghosts, and walked towards the ancient temple behind him in the eight steps.

In this way, he was very fast and soon he reached the periphery of the ancient palace.

After arriving at this place, the five evil ghosts from the Mingdao realm dared not approach, and could only make a terrifying roar on the outside.

Jiang Nan didn't care about them, turned his head and looked at the ancient palace behind him, paused for a moment, and walked inside.

The ancient palace was originally as dark as a demon, but as the moment he stepped in, lights lit up inside instantly.
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