A layer of sword fire is like a long red river.

A layer of sword fire is like a roaring wild dragon.

The last layer of sword fire hits the lava like a meteorite fire, and the churning flame liquid and the fiery flame are extremely destructive!

The arrogant earth immortal ghost also did not realize that his earth spirit magical power had been deprived, and wanted to call on the ancient rocks around him to resist the powerful dusk flames of the sword spirit dragon. After discovering that he could not move the rock bodies intently, it immediately rolled all the corpses around him onto it.

The corpses were attached layer by layer like mud. As the flames rushed, they quickly turned into ashes. There were thousands of corpses here. The earth immortal ghost's eyeball was rotating evilly, and the corpse was rolled into a thick mountain of corpses.

This corpse mountain quickly turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the corpses were burned completely by the sword spirit dragon.

With such cremation, the sword spirit dragon was considered a matter of doing good deeds and accumulating virtues. It did not allow the corpses of the crossbow arrow troops of the Great Zhou clan to be trampled by monsters here.

"So new customers are here. If I guess correctly, Nanxiong will die at your hands?" A cold voice came over.

On those ancient pillars, an old man with a hunchback stood there at some time. He was wearing quaint clothes, thin in figure, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and the smile on his face gave people an extremely hypocritical feeling.

Oh, old man, very evil.

Zhu Minglang looked at the old man and looked at the earthly ghosts again, and found that they all had a similar aura of hostility.

It seems that they have killed a lot of people here, and not only now, but also in the past.

"What's the name?" Zhu Minglang asked coldly.

"I am just an old slave in this garden. I have served some land venerables, so my name doesn't matter. I am not the type who insists on letting people die on the road to the underworld. After all, I have killed no less than a thousand young people like you who have never seen how high the sky is. "The old slave of Hawkeye said with some rebelliousness and contempt.

"I asked you for your name because the next person who meets me will probably turn out to be: Is the old slave in this garden dead at your hands?" Zhu Minglang also said proudly and contemptuously.

Who can't talk?

With this old man's temperament and no one uses his ability, Zhu Minglang can spit him to death by vomiting blood.

Of course, Zhu Minglang's words have already had a certain lethality, and the Hawkeye Old Nu's eyes have become a little more sinister.

"Do you know what my old man's power is?" asked the old eagle-eyed slave.

"I never care what other people's power is. It's stronger than it is because it's not as strong as me." Zhu Minglang said these words, with a move? The sword spirit dragon, which was stirring up flames, drew a stunning arc? Returned to Zhu Minglang's side.

The evil old slave's eyes became more and more cruel. At first, he was an eagle joking about his prey? The earth rat running on the ground? At this time, it turned into a hungry vulture!

This is probably the charm of Zhu Minglang's language. A few words make people's minds change drastically.

"Look at these corpses carefully." The eagle-eyed old slave's eyes turned evil and red? The evil light reflected into the surrounding open space.

There are countless corpses in the open space? Most of them are crossbow archers of the Great Zhou clan? As evil eyes swept across them, these dead crossbow archers slowly climbed up, picked up crossbow arrows on the ground one by one, and bowed like this old slave? Even those eyes that should have been empty? They emitted an evil red light!

"Spiritual Master?" Zhu Minglang was quite surprised.

He is actually a ghost spirit master!

I don’t know what this old thing has to do with the Yinling Masters in Lihuagou.

The Yin Ling Master's cultivation level is obviously much higher. He can even control more than 10,000 crossbow archers at one time, as if any dead people in this area will be used by him!

"You have seen some worlds. Since you know I am a ghost master? You should know that if you die at my hands, death is just the beginning of your pain!" The old hawkeye slave laughed strangely.

Seeing those dead crossbow archers climbing up? Zhu Minglang realized the importance of cremation. Fortunately, a group of sword spirit dragons had burned before? Otherwise, there would be a total of 20,000 crossbow archers...

People from the Great Zhou clan also had cerebral palsy to the extreme and sent ghost soldiers thousands of miles away.

"I'll deal with these corpse soldiers? You killed this old beast." Nan Yusu said to Zhu Minglang.

A legion like this? It is really hard to kill the sword spirit dragon? On the contrary, a strong dragon like the Fire Kirin Dragon will be the harvester of the Yin corpse.

Zhu Minglang nodded.

Of course, it was not only these crossbow army corpses that stood in front of them, but also a demon-eyed earth immortal ghost. Although it was suppressed by the Nuwa Dragon, it seemed to have other evil spells.

The Fire Kirin Dragon Divine Horse is brave. It stepped out a path of flames, complementing the sword fire released between the sword spirit dragon, instantly turning this ancient relics filled with ghosts into a forest of fire!

Spit out a mouthful of dragon breath, and the dragon breath turned into a huge fire cloud. The crossbow corpses that were engulfed by the fire clouds were burned into a pile of ashes before they could shoot the crossbow arrows!

Hundreds of crossbow arrow corpse troops were destroyed by the Fire Kirin Dragon, and Zhu Minglang followed the path of the Fire Kirin Dragon and arrived at the location of the Hawkeye Old Slave.

It was just a white sail sword wave!

After Zhu Minglang cut out the sword, his sword force was like a white sail and it was rowed out quickly, and everything along the way was separated like a wave behind the ship!

The pillar where the old slave was located was divided into two, and the Hawkeye old slave was covered with a layer of ghosts. This ghost [new     www.biqule.info] made him flutter like a ghost, gloomy.

Before the sword power arrived, he had already left the pillar and stood next to the earthly immortal ghost.

The earthly immortal ghost began to run on the ground, as fast as those pieces of pieces were flying towards Zhu Minglang. Zhu Minglang immediately stepped on the sword and avoided the attack of the earthly immortal ghost.

"Step on the sword and nail the soul!"

With the same idea, the sword spirit dragon differentiated into many ancient swords. As Zhu Minglang gently stepped on the hilt of the sword shadow under his feet, all the differentiated ancient swords were nailed to the ground fiercely.

The distribution of the sword nails is like ancient words, like a huge seal formed by a sword array, which firmly nails the earthly ghost to Zhu Minglang's feet.

"Tiansha Dragon, the Nether Lamp serves!"

A tail stretched out from the void strangely.
Chapter completed!