Bao Jie immediately came up and began to touch the corpse.

Yang Dai began to absorb his soul.

Absorbing the souls in the Soul Refining Realm has no effect at all, and is extremely easy.

However, before he could finish sucking, hundreds of thousands of demon cultivators came, with a huge momentum.

The Black-Heart Holy Lord shouted angrily: "Form a Formation!"

Nearly three million demon beasts and Yin groups immediately formed a formation, and thousands of beasts trampled the formation rose up, blocking countless spells from the horizon, and the earth trembled.

At the edge of the formation, Xiong Lie brought two hundred and eighty-six Yin people out of the ground.

"kill!"

The fierce roared loudly, like a ferocious beast possessed, and his right fist hit him from bottom to top. Long Po and the army swung their fists together, and 287 five-clawed golden dragons were hit, quickly becoming larger.

The golden light shines in the world, and the dragon roars are deafening.

Looking at the row of golden dragons coming unstoppable, hundreds of thousands of demon cultivators were frightened. The demon cultivator in front had no time to dodge. The leading great monk in the Void Realm shot out with a palm, and his magic power condensed into a huge light shield.

boom

The light cover was broken, causing a terrible strong wind, and many demon cultivators were blown away.

The great monk of the Taxu Realm narrowed his eyes and said to himself: "Supernatural powers! Why do so many ghosts do it?"

His name is Jiming Immortal, and he is the deputy leader of Juexin Sect. He has a real cultivation level in the Void Realm. He is knowledgeable and has never seen such a domineering magical power.

Immortal Jiming raised his hand, and a long black whip appeared in his hand, and thorns quickly grew on it, emitting a faint deep purple poisonous gas.

"Break the formation and welcome the Sword Saint!"

The Immortal Jiming said coldly, whipping away, and in an instant, the long whip became longer, reaching thousands of meters long. He whipped angrily on the trampling formation of thousands of beasts, causing hundreds of thousands of Yin people to tremble.

A figure flew out, and it was Jian Tu. Jian Tu roared and killed at the Immortal Jiming.

Immortal Jiming frowned, and he could see at a glance that Jian Tu was dead and now he was in a soul body.

"Is it the strange man from the Shifang Sect?"

The eyes of the Immortal Jiming were full of murderous intent. In an instant, he realized how terrifying Yang Dai's harm was, which was beyond the reach of the Ten Directions Sects.

A figure passed by him and ran into Jian Tu head-on.

This is a white-haired man wearing a purple robe, handsome face, looks very young, smiling unruly, and two scimitars in his hand cross to resist the giant sword.

"Jiantu, you trash, will you become a ghost slave of the enemy so soon? If I were you, I will just relieve my soul!"

The white-haired man smiled contemptuously, and Jiantu was furious and burst out with sword energy, forcing him back and then continued to attack.

Seeing that Jian Tu was restrained, Immortal Jiming focused his attention on the formation again.

He was about to wave a whip when a sword light rushed over, which was so shocked that he immediately dodged.

He glanced at him and saw that there was one person in the sword light.

Murong Chang'an!

Murong Changan passed by him, held the hilt of the sword, turned around and waved the sword to slash. He subconsciously avoided, but was still cut off a strand of his hair.

"court death!"

The Immortal Jiming said angrily, his right hand trembled, and his long whip was like a long snake.

Below.

The troops of Xiong Lie and Long Po were still using Cang Long Po, forcing hundreds of thousands of demon cultivators to break the formation with peace of mind.

A soul-refining demon cultivator came to fight with dozens of empty realm demon cultivators, trying to annihilate Long Po’s army.

Sudden!

Hundreds of the Yin Clans emerged from the underground and stopped them. The leader was Tian Jue.

"Your opponent is us!"

Tian Jue returned to his previous rebellious and arrogant posture. The Ice Storm Heavenly Dragon immediately sprayed out countless ice arrows, and other Yin Tian tribes cast spells.

The war is raging, and the earth is constantly shaking!

Inside the formation.

After absorbing the souls of the three demon kings, Yang Dai immediately summoned them out.

The three demon kings stood there in a daze, accepting the memory of the Yin Lord of the Ten Thousand Realms.

Feng Xunhuan sighed: "Master's talent is getting stronger and stronger as he fights. After this battle, let's go to Guiyuan Feng. I'll trick all the sects out and kill them."

Liang Zixiao said: "Yes, but I'm afraid of landing in the air with digital digits."

Cheng Hungry Ghost quickly said, "Don't be a crow's mouth!"

The Yin people cast bad eyes on Liang Zixiao, which scared Liang Zixiao so much that he did not dare to speak again.

The continuous soul sucking made Yang Dai's head very dizzy, but he could still hold on.

With the addition of three new soul refining realm combat power, he has more confidence.

He looked up and saw that the war outside the formation had become fierce, and in general, Yin Zhong still had the advantage.

He could feel that some Yin people could not withstand the impact of the treading virtual realm, and their souls were scattered one after another, but the speed of losses was still within acceptable range.

After Jian Tu became a Yin group, his strength increased greatly. He was not afraid of pain or injury, which was very consistent with his fighting style.

The white-haired man was completely beaten by the sword.

Only then did he realize how terrifying Jiantu was.

"At present, we have a great chance of winning!" Ji Yunyan stood beside Yang Dai and said excitedly.

Last time in the beast tide, she could only watch the battle from afar. Now she was standing in the center of Yin Zhong. From here, the battle made her even more excited.

Yang Dai looked straight ahead and said, "It's not that simple."

Jue Wutian, the two strongest men of Cangtian have not yet fallen. If Cangtian is defeated, the situation of the battle will change again.

In addition, Yang Dai did not see Chu Ling.

He was most afraid of Chu Ling, after all, this woman was thinking about him.

Last time in the Secret Realm, the Soul Refining Realm could not stop Chu Ling at all, and Chu Ling was at least in the Void Realm of Cultivation!

On the other side.

Above the teleportation mountains, Cheng Qingtian is still fighting.

He laughed unrestrainedly and said, "I didn't expect that so many of you were blocked by a disciple of my Shifang Sect. It's ridiculous!"

He deliberately amplified the voice and let all the disciples of the Shifang Sect resting in the formation below hear clearly.

Hundreds of thousands of demon cultivators were blocked?

The disciples were shocked, and the trialists were very excited, shouting that the Overlord was not the name of the River.

Under the introduction of the trialists, the disciples of the Shifang Sect finally remembered that it was the strange man!

Yang Dai is also very famous in the Shifang Sect, but he is usually too low-key.

The disciples of Shifang Sect were still surprised.

This strange man is growing too fast!

How long has it been since I entered the church?

No matter what, Yang Dai's performance brought hope to Shifang Education.

"Hahaha, if God does not destroy my Ten Directions Sect!"

"How did Yiren do it? Those are hundreds of thousands of demon cultivators, and we can't stop it."

"Have you heard that the alien has two million ghosts!"

"Two million..."

"It's not just a ghost, Murong Chang'an is also in his hands!"

"What, Murong Chang'an?"

"Yes, I'll listen to what my master said."

While meditating and recuperating, Yang Dai became taller and taller in their hearts.

They were full of curiosity, what kind of existence did that alien exist?

...

boom!

Jian Tu stepped on the white-haired man, falling from the sky, smashing the ground to collapse and gravel splashed.

The white-haired man spit out a mouthful of blood. He stared at Jian Tu, trying to break free, but he couldn't do it at all.

"Damn it, isn't he a ghost? Why is his power so terrible?"
To be continued...