"Sir..."

The sound of breaking wind hits on the right.

The Eight Zun An didn't even look at it, and pointed at the void. The night bat that came from the air was blown into powder, leaving only unwillingness.

The black gas fell.

"Ha, haha..."

The maggots with a drool launched a sneak attack in the rear. Ba Zun An simply closed his eyes, opened his mind, and flew his missiles with his fingers.

With a snap, the maggots shattered.

The black gas sinks.

"Dong!"

"Dongdong!"

"Dongdongdongdong..."

It’s time to point, and it’s time to point.

Like the most elegant void performer, the white-clothed figure standing among the ghosts, her feet remained motionless, her hands swaying, and her afterimages were connected, and her ten fingers turned into flying flowers, playing gorgeous music.

A land of ten feet in a radius, evil ghosts cannot approach them.

The minced meat splashed across for several miles, and the black air filled the ball.

Just after a few breaths, a large ocean of death power appeared under the Eight Zun An, and countless corpse souls and flesh were floating.

But around him...

It's dense, still a ghost!

It covers the sky and the sun, and it stretches for more than 100,000 miles!

This picture is so terrifying, and the number is amazing. The spiritual master below is full of nightmares and his hands and feet are cold:

"It's impossible to withstand it..."

"Even if he is the Eight Lord An, he can't resist such a massive attack. He can't kill it at all, and he can't kill it..."

Wow.

Soon, even the sound of "dong dong" that broke the soul was suppressed by the airtight evil spirit.

The void became a huge ball of flesh, except for the occasional black gas sinking from the cracks and blending into the black ocean, there was no movement.

Eight Zun An, were surrounded.

Even if he is not torn apart, he will be exhausted by so many ghosts.

No more...

Everyone thought of the eight An Dao chains that were stretched out after the swallowing of ten thousand swords and thunder tribulation on Lingyu Mountain.

"I want me to tell you that the Eight Masters are useless!"

"The power he swallowed before has become a limit. Once he can't control it, Daoji, who has been hiding the sword for many years, may all be blown up!"

"And until this point, he didn't even see Hua Changdeng..."

Gou Wuyue frowned even when she saw it.

The Divine Court is very strong, unquestionably strong.

This is even just the beginning. Hua Changdeng has definitely prepared more than that for his mortal enemy.

The eight masters are even more powerful. The power of the ancestral source is broken and powerful.

It’s okay, if you do this, you can change to an ancient sword cultivator and kill him until he is exhausted.

Nothing matters!

What Gou Wuyue saw was not these.

What he was staring at was the black ocean condensed by the black gas transformed by the broken power of the god of death under the body of the Eight Zon An and the Ghosts.

"What's this?"

Gou Wuyue's heart moved faintly.

It seems that those are still the power of death, but they tend to be pure power of the ancestral source.

It seems that the mark belonging to the "Ghost Ancestor" was also quietly broken by the Eight Lords... (The end of this chapter)
Chapter completed!