"At disposable and use all the power of existence in the diagram?"

"That means that these snow sword corpses and phantom sword corpses can all be controlled by me?"

"In addition, according to the teacher, the guardians can gather the power in the formation map... So, if I can use these powers, can I use more powerful power?"

Obviously, the array map is already a top power to some extent in this world.

In the ancient monk battlefield, how many geniuses and heroes were there, and how many treasures and magic weapons were scattered here, just thinking about it can feel a tragic meaning, a feeling of an epic picture spreading, and using great magical powers to refine such a scene into a formation map...

How full of incredible mystery and power?

"But, even if there is a array diagram, there is no array device...Array diagram and array device are indispensable, otherwise the array diagram will not be used..."

The moment Xia Yan touched the earth of the secret spiritual veins with his left hand, he had a lot of thoughts in his heart.

"First take the heart of the spiritual vein."

He made a decision in one breath.

Suddenly, a sudden gust of wind came from afar, and bursts of sharp lights were like needles, piercing the skin.

Xia Yan glanced at him and saw a horizontal black shadow dragging the long dark light ink, tangenting towards the snow-rusting tornado in the gray wind and snow storm.

This tornado, which is extremely strong and will die if a mortal enters, suddenly looks like a quiet sea that is smashed into by a meteor.

The wind was rippling, and the overlapping snow waves were like rolling boiling water breaking through the lid of the pot and pouring out into all directions.

An extremely strong sense of danger suddenly came.

But Xia Yan was not panicked because... he kept his due vigilance in his heart.

There is no reason why there is no trace of ghost cultivation or spiritual cultivation in such a secret realm that is easy to discover.

The only reason is that there are some terrible things in this secret realm.

A large number of snow sword corpses and strange magic sword corpses are terrible. If he had not been able to attack automatically, he would not have survived in such a world if he had not been "evil spirit manipulation" that other ghost cultivators could not control.

But he did not think that "this is the whole answer" just because he "sees the first answer".

So, when he arrived at this "second answer", he immediately responded.

Bend the bow, draw the arrow, shoot it, and shoot it out. The nine sons beads are beaded, turning into a gray evil spirit with nine little ghosts floating around - the nine sons ghost mother.

The ghost mother swept towards the black shadow.

Nine arrows shot out, and the red paper man took his wheelchair and moved sideways.

Xia Yan did not stop. He showed two extremely fast freezing points in his right hand, and once again placed the nine arrows on the bowstring, while his eyes were staring seriously in the distance.

His pupils narrowed slightly...

Because, the Nine-son Ghost Mother was instantly torn into two halves.

In the sharp screams, the black shadow did not stop at all. When the extremely fast impact speed was about to hit the ground, it moved to the ground and rushed towards Xia Yan without any pause.

Xia Yan's eyes met a pair of blood-red pupils.

The distance between the two is getting closer at an extremely fast speed.

This speed is so fast that ordinary people can't react at all.

But Xia Yan reacted. His white hair, which was scattered around him, flew back suddenly, and formed a mysterious "white-haired rust sword stinging shield" in front of him.

The black shadow collided with this "shield".

boom!!!

Dingding Dingding Ding Ding Ding Ding!!

The energy is as violent as the impact of a big drum,

The rust sword shattered constantly,

Flashes sounded.

The smoke and dust rolled, the rust sword was shining everywhere,

The internal energy of the wind tornado caused the tornado to be like half a sudden balloon.

Taking the confrontation as the center, quickly repel all the snow and rocks to the side,

All the illusion sword corpses and the snow sword corpses were also greatly resisted, and began to retreat and slide away.

The smoke and dust disappeared.

In the gray world, the emperor was sitting in a wheelchair, tilting his head slightly, and his white hair flowed upwards, like his arms tangled around a huge demon, lifting the demon in mid-air.

The demon was covered with dark armor. The helmet was not dark and nothingness like a snow sword corpse, but a pair of burning red pupils, with evil flames burning in it, like the quiet and quiet fire rising from hell...

What was even more shocking was that the demon was nearly four meters tall and carried a giant axe that was nearly six meters long.

The demon's red eyes looked down, and the emperor's eyes were also quietly watching it.

The picture shows a shocking sense of static.

Next second.

The sound of bowstrings sounded.

Whoosh!!

boom!

The Nine-son Ghost Mother hit the demon and shattered it directly.

Xia Yan continued to draw his bow and shoot arrows without changing his expression.

Another ghost mother flew out and drilled into the demon's left pupil.

The redness of the demon's left pupil dimmed slightly, but it instantly returned to its original state.

Xia Yan looked at the demon's head: [Ghost, level 48].

It is equivalent to the fourth level and eighth level.

Moreover, even at the same level, there is a possibility of huge differences, which is obviously the top-notch one.

As for the origin, Xia Yan could probably guess that the Ghost should be the general of the previous dynasty who died in the war. However, being able to die here also represents his strength during his lifetime.

Kakka...

The demon was struggling.

But Xia Yan's white hair had a strange force, which tightly bound it.

The emperor's eyes turned sharply, and he found that after the Ghost appeared in front of the ghost, the Snow Sword Corpse and the Phantom Sword Corpse stopped coming forward.

So he knew it in his heart.

The hair was tugging at the ghost and suddenly tamped it down.

boom!

The ghosts are settled and the dust is gone.

Xia Yan put the burnt tail bow across his knees and continued to move forward.

The four ghosts carried the car and walked slowly. The bloody eyes of nearly four meters tall dragged the ghost behind by the white hair, and followed the emperor step by step and headed far away.

And because of the existence of ghosts, the Snow Sword Corpse, and the Phantom Sword Corpse are all in a wait-and-see state...

In this situation, there is a feeling of "one of thousands of troops walking alone, but no one dares to step forward."

Suddenly, a snow sword corpse, who was obviously tall and outstanding, walked from the side with an iron sword, looking like "swearing to kill this madman."

However, it had just run to the 10-meter range of Xia Yan and felt a terrifying storm coming.

The white hair tied the ghost and swung a large circle full of violence and directly crushed it onto the snow sword corpse.

Bang!!!

The snow sword corpse was directly bombarded and flew into the air, and passed a parabola and fell far away. In the air, the rust armor of the snow sword corpse actually appeared cracks...

Xia Yan actually used his white hair as his arms and used ghosts as his fists, changing his combat methods.

After knocking this "punch", the white hair was reset again, and the ghost staring at him was placed ten meters behind him...

...

...

Click.

A crisp cracking sound came.

The snow-white and slightly burnt melon seeds inside are exposed.

The flexible tongue gently licked the sweet melon seeds out of the gap.

Bang.

The melon seed shell, which has lost its value, is thrown aside, contributing to the height of the "hill".

The fairy who was wrapped in rice dumplings was obediently eating melon seeds.
To be continued...