Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 747 Arrival!

The ghost-raising old man showed that the biggest trump card in front of the world was the corpse puppet, but in fact his biggest reliance was his body, which was comparable to the defense of a holy soldier.

This body was refined by Tu Sheng for him, and that's why a cold and ruthless person like him would willingly take refuge in him.

Lu Feng looked at the old man raising ghosts, and a chill suddenly penetrated his bones.

He also cultivated the physical body, but he walked with strong flesh and bones, strong bones, and a fist that blasted away the blood, which could shake the heavens and look down upon the world.

But this ghost-raising old man took a wrong path and refined himself like a corpse puppet.

If it were him, he would definitely not go this way and turn himself into a corpse puppet who is neither human nor ghost.

"This old man who raises ghosts is too cruel." Xiaohu was also shocked, and said; "In my memory, there are very few people in the heavens and ten thousand domains who have made themselves into corpse puppets, and the pain they endured is not something ordinary people can bear .”

"This kind of talent is the scariest."

Lu Feng nodded in response.

High in the sky, at this time, the old man who raised ghosts pinched the neck of the man in the golden armor with his cold palm. The coldness to the bone filled the latter's eyes with thick horror.

The man in the golden armor struggled desperately, but it was all in vain.

"Let me go." The man in golden armor said three words with difficulty, and the cold holy spirit of the old man raising ghosts blocked his whole body strength.

The ghost-raising old man smiled, but that smile was terrifying in the eyes of the man in golden armor, and the strength in his hands increased a bit.

"What should I do?" The quasi-sage of Musheng Palace was also a sound transmission necromancer.

The dead spirit guard stared at the powerful ghost-raising old man, with a gloomy expression, and gritted his teeth: "What else can we do, his physical defense is comparable to that of a holy soldier, and he is protected by a corpse puppet. Only a saint can suppress him when he comes here."

The Necromancer also felt extremely aggrieved.

The Yan Luo death energy he cultivated is useless to the old man raising ghosts, and his physical body, which is comparable to the defense of a holy soldier, makes him helpless.

"Just look at him killing like this?" The quasi-sage of Mu Shenggong was unwilling, with a humiliated expression on his face.

"Let's withdraw, there is no chance of winning this battle, there is no need to lose your life in this inevitable battle."

The Death Spirit Guard sighed, his eyes suddenly changed, and he looked up.

"Old man raising ghosts, stop and let him go, I can forgive you for your crimes!"

In the sky, there was an angry shout.

I saw the monstrous holy power sweeping away, forming a golden cloud, the void twisted to the limit, and a sharp white-clothed figure appeared here.

Lu Feng looked over there, frowned, and said to himself, "He's here."

The saint who came was the gun saint. He stared at the old man raising ghosts with sharp eyes, his heart was extremely anxious, but his face remained calm.

The appearance of the saint also calmed down the battle between heaven and earth, and everyone stared at the gun saint with different expressions.

"Ancestor save me!"

The man in the golden armor grabbed the last straw and begged for help with a purple face.

"Want him to live?" said the old ghost raiser.

With the pressure of the sharp and holy power, the world seemed to be frozen, and some weak and weak people lay down on the ground and gasped loudly.

"Yes, my patience is limited. If you let him go, you can take everyone away today, otherwise, no one will leave."

The gun sage stood with his hands behind his back, a golden long spear suspended behind him, and the cold light caused cracks in the space.

This is a real holy soldier, and he has the ability to kill.

"But I don't want to let him go."

The ghost-raising old man said in a dark and charming way.

"A quasi-sage, how dare you act presumptuously in front of me!"

The gun sage let out a loud shout, and with a swipe of his palm, his spear shook, like a shooting star chasing the moon, and stabbed at the old man raising ghosts head on.

The power of the saint is extremely powerful, and the space that the spear passes through is shattered like chaos.

boom!
The corpse puppet flashed forward and used its body to resist the blow of the gun master. Although the body was blown away and cracked a few times, it still dispelled this deadly move.

Gun Saint frowned, the old man raising ghosts was really difficult, his face suddenly turned cold.

"As expected of a powerful saint from the emperor's dynasty, not an ordinary saint like the Musheng Palace. I'm afraid my puppet is nothing in front of you."

The old ghost raiser smiled cruelly.

Suddenly, there was an explosion, and the neck of the man in the golden armor shattered.

With a sharp fingertip raised between his eyebrows, a seed of primordial spirit from the quasi-holy three realms was swallowed into the body of the old man raising ghosts. The majestic force surged, but he showed an expression of extreme enjoyment.

The primordial spirit seed is the purest source of a warrior's power.

In the quasi-sage three realms, the primordial spirit seed contains the comprehension of the rules of the holy way, and a subtle holy source has been cultivated.

However, if one wants to refine that tiny holy source, one needs to go through various means before it can be turned into a power that can be absorbed by oneself.

Only this ghost-raising old man, already in the body of a corpse puppet, was able to sustain the violent impulse.

Looking at this scene, Lu Feng was dumbfounded.

The old man raising ghosts is indeed a lunatic, he dared to devour the primordial spirit seeds in front of the saint.

"Old man raising ghosts, you are so courageous, you are courting death!"

As a powerful saint, his dignity was ignored by a quasi-sage today. The gun saint was so angry that his chest was heaving.

This golden-armored man is the one most likely to become a saint in his Gun Saint family. He came to this day just to sharpen his skills, but he didn't expect to die at the hands of this old ghost-raiser who doesn't like oil and salt.

The heaven-shattering gun light accompanied the saint's anger, and the hundred miles of space trembled frantically. The gun light bloomed, and the golden light and shadow like a god's light swept down crazily.

The holy soldier quality spear stabbed at the ghost raising old man fiercely like an ancient beast.

If I don't behead the old man raising ghosts today, I won't be able to appease the anger in his heart.

"The gun master takes action, this old man who raises ghosts is sure to die today!"

"Yes, the rest of the saints are staring at the pilgrimage city. If Tu Sheng dares to rescue him, his foundation will be uprooted immediately!"

Now there is also an undercurrent in the pilgrimage city. Although the saints dare not directly attack the Tu Sheng, they are watching closely to prevent the Tu Sheng from making a move.

"Oh!"

Feeling the power of the Gun Saint, the ghost-raising old man waved his hand. First, the corpse puppet rushed over, and was knocked away after receiving the shocking shot.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body turned into armor to protect his body, and the defensive move broke after holding on for a few breaths. The spear pierced into the flesh and brought up a black bloody water, piercing through a big black hole.

After all, he is a powerful saint, and the defense that ordinary saints suffer from is a bit fragile in front of the gun saint.

The ghost-raising old man grinned and didn't care.

"It doesn't matter what kind of old man you are, you can only die in front of this saint!"

That strange expression made even the spear saint faintly feel that something was wrong, and the spear brought up a huge light curtain, and slammed it fiercely at the ghost raising old man again.

The sky and the earth were in turmoil, and some people hadn't noticed it well, so they retreated quietly.

However, at this moment, the sky suddenly darkened.

"The gun master, right? The guy who ran away when he saw me dared to show off his power in my territory. Who gave you the courage?"

(End of this chapter)