The cultivation level of both the wind and the moon...

The Great Perfection of Spiritual Holy?

That's a half-step demigod!

Po Qianfeng and Yaojing Star Lord were so shocked that they were beyond words.

At the Spirit Saint Realm, how can each level be so easy to break through?!

Yaofeng Shuoyue just went to Wushuang Sect, and it was in exchange for a shocking fortune!

That sacred mountain, that sacred man, will become their eternal engraved memory.

Even the Luoda Ghost Emperor felt it.

Unfortunately, no matter how strong these two people are, they still have a gap compared to him!

Ye Zong wanted to sneak away while Feng Yue and the two masters attracted the attention of the Ghost Emperor. Unexpectedly, the latter pointed his finger and shot the magic light, turning into a rope of light to tie him up!

Special...

I am really unlucky!

Why didn’t the two of them bring their master? If the master comes, how could this green-faced old demon be so presumptuous!

Damn, this rope is so tight...

Master, where are you?! Without the ancient soul-breaking banner, the disciple is about to be finished...

Ye Zong shouted in his heart.

He began to find a way to escape, but the more he struggled, the tighter the rope was embedded.

In the Nether Ghost Forest, the war started again.

It is a battle between Fengyue Shuangjue and Luoda Ghost Emperor!

It is a battle between the Golden-winged Great Phang clan and the Nether Ghost clan!

In an instant, the sky and the earth were dark, and the sun and the moon were gone.

Bang!!

The wind and moon are both extreme, and the wind and moon are used to shake the world, and they will injure the Luoda Ghost Emperor!

The latter vomits blood!

If the divine banner had not broken through the Wuji Demon Armor and caused him to be injured by the backlash, how could he be defeated by the hands of the two spiritual saints now!

In the ghost emperor's hideous demonic eyes, his anger was filled with the sky.

He wiped the corner of his mouth hard, spread out his ghost claws, and a pool of blood was dazzling.

Being injured by the Spirit Saint is an insult to the Shura Emperor!

"You guys have angered me!"

The Luoda Ghost Emperor raised the ghost eyes that looked down on all living beings, and smiled bloodthirsty and cruelly.

He used his great martial arts skills, and the world was swaying in an instant!

The most evil aura bursts out.

He decided to use the head of both the wind and the moon to commemorate this war and to shock the courage of the Golden-winged Dapeng tribe!

Two battle circles were full of war.

Almost all the strong men of the Dapeng clan joined the battle, but it still couldn't!

Break the thousand peaks and lose!

Jiang Yazi, defeated!

Both the wind and the moon are gone, and the defeat is defeated!

Defeat! Defeat! Defeat! Defeat! Defeat!

Na Luotu, one person is thousands of troops!

Under the demigod, there are dust ants.

"How lonely is invincible..."

Luoda Ghost Emperor sighed melancholy.

Suddenly, his sharp eyes turned to Ye Zong: "I can drink wine by the head of the Golden-winged Great Phang Clan!"

A cruel and shining murderous intent burst out from Luo Tu's eyes.

Ye Zong's little face instantly pale!

This guy was so crazy that he started killing him as a warning!

"Dare to touch my King of the Golden Winged Great Plug Clan, how did your Shura Ghost Clan be destroyed 150,000 years ago? Today, you will repeat the same mistake!"

Po Qianfeng was furious.

The former stuck out his scarlet tongue, licked the corner of his mouth, and looked contemptuous: "You had the Ten Spirit Gods back then, but now you have any reliance on fighting against me with your trump card?

"The Dapeng clan is too trash now. Destruction is your ultimate destiny!

"No miracle can rewrite your destiny!"

Yaojing Xingjun forced his shaking body and whispered loudly: "A rebirth of resentment is originally unwilling to the way of heaven. You will eventually die in the way of heaven!"

Hearing this, Luo Tu Ghost Emperor was furious!

These words reminded him of the man who stood at the top!

The young man standing behind the way of heaven!

"The way of heaven, the way of heaven, how can the way of heaven stop me? I am... Luoda Ghost Emperor!"

He laughed loudly, and the laughter stirred the sky.

Luoda Ghost Emperor held the demonic Senluo Ghost Sword and slashed at Ye Zong.

He wants to kill the king of the Golden-winged Great Phang clan!

Millions of soldiers hung high in the sky, casting the Great Wall with their bodies, surrounding Ye Zong!

Their Golden Winged Great Plug tribe's warriors are to defend their king to the death!

A slaughter on earth has begun.

The executioner is the Luoda Ghost Emperor.

The Ghost Lord also led thousands of ghost tribes to disgust them.

If this continues, everyone will die here!

"Qianfeng, take the patriarch to break through!"

Ye San cried and said calmly to Po Qianfeng.

Huo Linyue nodded in agreement.

They are...

Decided to sacrifice myself!

"I am the Regent, I order you to take the patriarch away!" A figure of a man appeared in his mind, "Go to Wushuang Sect and ask for help!"

The patriarch is that disciple, and he will definitely not refuse to save him...

Feng Yueshuang never spoke anymore, but used his body to build a wall to block the terrifying killing spirit for Ye Zong!

…………

Lingzhou.

In the darkness, winter is rising.

A thousand-foot candle dragon hovered on Fuyao Mountain, and the clouds and mist floated, which was particularly spectacular and thrilling.

In the Wushuang Sect.

Qin Kong refining alchemy in the Danta. After Ming Weiye's guidance, the young man made rapid progress and had reached the fifth-grade alchemist.

In the medicine garden, Xiyan chased Xiao Hei who was stealing food, and a storm of anger suddenly arose.

In the Kungfu Tower, Baihua Wuxie is reading ancient books.

In the back mountain, Yan Ming was trying hard to chop firewood, and the firewood had accumulated like a mountain. A trace of sharpness suddenly passed by the rusty Xingtian axe in his hand!

Everything is so orderly, plain and beautiful.

The Palace of Eternal Life.

Lu Fengyun spread a piece of dark tissue paper, with jagged marks at random torn off at the edge.

The Book of Evils!

That peerless secret treasure!

The whole book is ten pages, one piece of paper can be written every word, every word is against the will of heaven!

Lu Fengyun held a pen in Tongtian in his hand, dipped it in a pool of golden ink, exhaled like a cloud, and wrote a square word.

This word is...

Ferry!

A stream of ancient and honest spirit burst out quietly.

The last stroke fell, and the golden ink was still dry, slowly poured into the paper.

Lu Fengyun looked up, looked out of the sky, and snorted coldly: "Watch my Lu Fengyun's disciple, who are you?"

With one hand, the storm and clouds changed in an instant, and the space was stormed!
Chapter completed!