Shenxianzong

Yue Chen clenched his teeth, and the God of Myriad Tribulations, Jin Ding, charged forward in front of him, intending to find a way out.

In the distance, Ao Lin and the others wanted to rescue each other, but they were dragged by the enemy. They were distracted and almost suffered disaster themselves.

Yuechen was extremely calm in his heart, and didn't feel that he would perish here.

The big deal is that he exposed the good and evil list of the heavens.

"puff!"

Countless attacks came, he spewed out a mouthful of blood, his chest collapsed, obviously he had injured his internal organs.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, spit out a mouthful of internal organs, and shouted angrily: "Kill!"

Under tremendous pressure, he squeezed his own potential, and the five-element extinction light gradually merged with the yin-yang mixed hole light, exerting amazing power.

The seven-colored divine light circulates, hazy, and changes a little every time it is bombarded.

The look in his eyes became more and more astonishing, just a little bit, just a little bit, he was able to fuse the two kinds of divine light into a chaotic divine light!

In order to kill him, the enemy transferred a lot of troops from other places, and in the end the other places suffered heavy losses, so they continued to attack him for a long time, and couldn't help being angry.

"Keep killing, I don't believe that I can't kill him!"

The enemy monk roared.

Even if the monks in Chiming Realm couldn't understand the corpse language, they still understood that Yuechen's situation was critical.

Ao Qianmiao tried to save her father several times, but she never broke through the siege.

There is a Lingbao in the sky but it can't exert its power, which really makes her anxious.

"Kill!"

The evil energy on her body was soaring to the sky, gradually filled with chaotic air, and she smashed all the magic weapons wildly, rushing towards her father.

The more ferocious monks like her are, the more corpses they will be surrounded by, and it will be difficult to break out in a short time.

Obviously, the enemy also wanted to capture the king first in the name of capturing the thief.

The Suppressing Demon Slashing Immortal Sword swept across, and the sword light split countless corpses, but they were filled up in an instant.

Like Yue Chen, Jin Ling also fell into the sea of ​​corpses.

The murderous aura on his body had condensed into substance, and the ordinary corpses could be injured at the touch of a finger.

He looked around, and suddenly his body and sword merged into one, the Suppressing Demon Slashing Immortal Sword radiated black light, and the power of the Houtian Lingbao was fully displayed, slashing violently like opening the world.

In an instant, the corpses fell in pieces, and Zhenmo Zhanxianjian took the opportunity to escape from the encirclement.

However, if the opponent can reach the last level, he is naturally not a vegetarian.

Suddenly, a palpitating power rose from behind the enemy, pointing directly at the Golden Spirit!

"This is the Houtian Lingbao?"

Jin Ling was startled at first, but then felt that it was true.

No wonder the enemy kept fighting to the death, they had spirit treasures in their hands, but they didn't know how many Houtian spirit treasures they had, if they had two more, there would be many more casualties.

As for whether it will be defeated or not, the monks in Chiming Realm are full of confidence, and no one thinks that this battle will be defeated.

The battle was in full swing, and both sides wanted to kill the top monks of the other side, and the pressure on the middle and lower monks suddenly decreased a lot.

In the team of monsters, a huge cat demon spit out a black aura from its mouth, beheading the enemies in front of it.

Suddenly, the pressure around it was released, and looking around, the ancestors of its own earth immortals had already rushed to the enemy's base camp, launching a fierce attack.

Suddenly, its cat's eyes widened suddenly, staring closely at Yuechen who was waving a big tripod in the distance.

"Ancestor..."

The cat demon whispered softly, and a few traces of struggle flashed in his eyes.

Then, as if it had made up its mind, it turned into a black-clothed female cultivator, with a figure like a ghost, and rushed out of Yuechen's encirclement in a few moments.

"Meow……"

She raised her head and let out a loud meow.

There was an ethereal charm in this voice, as if there was a magical power that attracted the attention of the corpses.

This nun is none other than a nine-tailed civet.

"Old Ancestor, let's go!"

she shouted.

Yuechen was already seriously injured at this time, he was shocked when he heard this, he glanced at her complicatedly, and suddenly he was one, and rushed out quickly.

Facing the siege of the corpses, nine huge black cat tails appeared behind the nine-tailed civet, emitting black smoke continuously, brushing towards the corpses.

The black smoke has the effect of confusing the mind, and it is usually effective against monks.

However, these corpses have no intelligence, and the black smoke has little effect on them.

Seeing this, the nine-tailed civet couldn't help but panic.

"boom!"

The God of Myriad Tribulations, the Golden Cauldron, blazed a trail of blood and rushed out, only to hear a sky-shattering bang from behind.

Yuechen was startled, and hurriedly looked back.

All the corpses in the rear were blown to death, and a big hole was exposed in place.

At the bottom of the pit, a black kitten with only eight tails was hiding at the bottom of the pit and shivering.

Yuechen's mind was shaken, he turned back without thinking, and the five-color divine light rolled back, brushing the kitten back from the bottom of the pit.

Afterwards, before the body was surrounded, he flew away from the encirclement.

"Meow, Patriarch, I don't owe you anything."

Above the escape light, the nine-tailed civet, no, the eight-tailed civet stared at Yuechen with clear eyes in black jade-like cat eyes, and said in a weak voice.

Yuechen sighed with a complicated expression, "Yes!"

Just now, the nine-tailed civet blew itself up, killing the pursuers behind him, giving Yuechen a chance of survival.

But its own cultivation has been completely lost, and it has to start all over again.

Fortunately, it has nine lives, otherwise there would be no life left at this time.

"Old Ancestor, after the war is over, will you send me back to Lingcang Mountain?"

The civet cat's eyes were half closed, but it still cheered up and waited for Yuechen's answer.

"it is good."

Yuechen nodded slightly.

The civet's petite body moved, and the black fur was soaked in blood, sticking into strands, clinging to the cat's body.

It tried its best to raise its head, and said with relief in its eyes: "Old Ancestor, I hope we will never meet again, and each of us will be safe."