The top ten ghost sects were frightened by Zhou Xuanji's powerful strength, and Zhou Xuanji would not give them the chance to continue to be amazed.

The Sword Shadow of the Prehistoric Sword Sect and the Devil Cry of the Sword Sect exploded instantly!

Countless sword shadows rushed towards the ten major ghost sects from all directions. The number of sword shadows exceeded 30 million, causing a violent strong wind to roar in the world.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

The ten major ghost sects dodge themselves and hurriedly dodge them, while the volcanoes and magma land below were bombarded.

The explosion kept coming to my ears, and the hot magma soared into the sky.

This scene is like the beginning of heaven and earth, and the time of the epoch-changing, the earth collapses, and the fire in the center of the earth is about to explode.

Ji Shenjun and Mo Jiuqing were also fighting, and their momentum was no worse than Zhou Xuanji.

The two collided wildly, with the extreme speed. Various spells and magic communication hand pinched them, like stars exploded, shaking the space.

Mo Jiuqing's demonic energy swept, and his palms were sent out one after another. The demonic energy turned into various monsters and killed him at the Lord Ji.

God Ji turned into countless clones and surrounded him. Each clone was casting spells and bombing them indiscriminately, not giving the opponent a chance to breathe.

Mo Jiuqing shouted violently, turned into a black light ball, and then countless black arrows burst out, killing Ji Shenjun.

Ji Shenjun raised his right hand and pressed it down sharply.

boom--

A bloody lightning suddenly struck down, shattering the black light ball in the middle, shattering it, and Mo Jiuqing then revealed his figure.

He was not injured, his eyes widened, and nine black dragons rushed out of his eyes and quickly entangled the Lord Ji.

"Mo Jiuqing, you are not my opponent, why bother with me?"

Ji Shenjun spoke slowly, with sarcasm in his words.

When Mo Jiuqing heard this, he became even more angry and his offensive rose sharply.

On the other side.

The battle between Zhou Xuanji and the top ten ghost sects has also entered a white-hot stage.

The ten major ghost sects are all higher than Zhou Xuanji's, and their magic power is boundless. After they figured out Zhou Xuanji's sword skills, they began to gradually reverse the situation of the battle.

Zhou Xuanji obviously felt that they were getting closer and closer to him, and the nine sword spirits behind him came out one after another and then quickly condensed.

Until now, he has not been able to hurt the top ten ghost sects.

The same is true for the Ghost Sects.

The two sides were in a stalemate and were inseparable.

At this time, human-shaped magma monsters emerged from the rolling magma river, each of whom was ten feet tall and roaring constantly.

One hundred!

One thousand people!

Ten thousand people!

The number is still increasing sharply. After these magma monsters came to the ground, they rushed directly to Zhou Xuanji.

It is also difficult for the prehistoric sword shadow to kill them all.

Zhou Xuanji began to retreat, and the speed of the Sword Sect Immortal Devil Cry also reached its extreme, forming a light shield to protect him.

He took a deep breath and suddenly performed evil retribution on the Red Flame Ghost Sect.

The nine sword spirits all rushed towards the Red Flame Ghost Sect.

The Red Flame Ghost Sect wisely avoided.

"What a powerful sword soul! This kid's sword talent is too outrageous, right?"

The Red Flame Ghost Sect was filled with horror, and the murderous intent surged.

This enemy must be eliminated, otherwise Zhou Xuanji will be able to kill him soon.

Zhou Xuanji held two world-destroying swords and came to him, using his two sword intents, and his sword skills were superb, which caught him off guard.

Only then did he realize that Zhou Xuanji's close-fitting swordsmanship was far more powerful than his magical powers.

The two swords attacked at the same time, one sword was faster than the other, without any flaws, forcing him to take the move in a hurry.

boom!

He punched his fists together, and his surging magic power exploded, killing Zhou Xuanji tens of thousands of meters.

"Zhou Xuanji, you are not our opponent, why bother..."

The Red Flame Ghost Sect spoke, wanting to distract Zhou Xuanji from his attention.

The sword light flashed, and the nine sword spirits appeared out of thin air and directly hit him. The sword energy exploded, flooding the sky with a radius of hundreds of miles, and other ghost sects were frightened.

"Brother!"

"What kind of magical power is this? They are obviously very far apart!"

"This kid is weird!"

"Damn it! Why is he so difficult to deal with!"

The nine major ghost sects cursed and reminded each other.

Zhou Xuanji frowned. Even so, he could not kill the Red Flame Ghost Sect.

How strong is this guy?

"It seems that we have to be serious."

Zhou Xuanji suddenly smiled, his lips raised, showing a conceited and contemptuous smile.

The nine Ghost Sects were stunned, and the Red Flame Ghost Sect appeared in front of them. The guy's aura became unstable. Obviously, the move just now hit him hard.

"Zhou Xuan..."

The Red Flame Ghost Sect gritted its teeth, and before it finished speaking, billions of wolves roared.

Zhou Xuanji took out the Yilang Ancestral Soul Sword.

As soon as the Wanggu Divine Sword came out, he directly mobilized the terrifying divine power contained in this sword.

The whole world is quiet!

Even Mo Jiuqing and Ji Shenjun bounced away and looked at Zhou Xuanji from afar.

"What kind of sword is that?"

Ji Shenjun wondered, and suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart.

The top ten ghost sects are even more creepy.

Countless wolf roars came from the Billion Wolf Ancestor Soul Sword, and behind Zhou Xuanji a terrifying wolf head appeared, with the wolf eyes violent and cruel, as if they wanted to destroy the entire world.

The surging power poured into Zhou Xuanji's body from the Yilang Ancestral Soul Sword, causing golden light to burst out from his body, and his momentum to rise.

“This feeling of strength…is great!”

Zhou Xuanji raised his sword and murmured to himself, his tone trembled and he was extremely excited.

Even though he was already perfect in the true god of Heaven, he was still excited when facing this power, which was enough to show how powerful the ancient god sword was.

He looked at the top ten ghost sects and said, "Do you still dare to fight?"

The top ten ghost sects are silent.

The Yilang Ancestral Soul Sword made their souls tremble and they really didn't dare to get close to them easily.

Even the magma monsters retreated one after another, away from Zhou Xuanji.

The magic sword comes out and the battlefield is settled!

Zhou Xuanji became the focus of the entire battlefield, and even God Ji fell into silence.

Mo Jiuqing frowned and looked at Zhou Xuanji with confusion.

Is this a holy sword?

He was very curious about Zhou Xuanji's sword. This kid's swords were stronger than the other. Did they really come from an old beggar?

Or, Zhou Xuanji needs a stronger backer?

When Zhou Xuanji saw them silent and felt very passionate, he laughed loudly and said, "Since you are afraid! Then accept the fear!"

"This sword is called Yilang Ancestral Soul!"

After saying that, he raised the Billion Wolf Ancestor Soul Sword high.

"Aowu--"

"roar--"

The roar of billions of wolves sounded, exploding the world.

Zhou Xuanji's momentum soared, far beyond the true god of Heavenly Dao.
To be continued...