Returning from the end of the fairy road

Chapter 538 [Fast] Join Forces

Countless ink marks surged all over Mo Ke's body, and a circle of black Dao Wheel at the back of his head also fluctuated endlessly. Behind him, an ancient sacred mountain appeared in real time. The ink on the mountain lingered, and there was an ape-like ghost in the ink, which was from the ancient times. The most famous ghosts and gods - Nanli ghosts!
The nib of the ghost brush held by the poet is made from the hair of Nanli Guihao. Now he has evolved the virtual image of Nanshan and the ghost shadow, communicating and resonating with the ghost brush. It is like summoning the former Nanli ghost hair to cast the most powerful force. one strike!
Black-haired Long Lan was also slightly surprised when she saw Nan Li Gui Hao's appearance.

Nanli Guihao is a demon god among ghosts. Under the guidance of the ancient Emperor Daoxuan, he entered Taoism as a yin body, shed his ghost body, and became a god. He possesses the power of a great emperor. He is one of the few people in ancient times to achieve Taoism with a ghost body. , its hair contains half of its Tao rhyme, and it is the restraint of all evils, capable of destroying all illusions.

The original ghost brush was personally refined by the ancient Emperor Daoxuan. It was later passed down to Chu Tianming's hands and became a treasure in Nanshan. Later, it was given to the poet by Chu Tianming.

As soon as this treasure came out, the Taoist's eyes immediately lit up. If it weren't for the critical moment, he would almost fall back into his old habit.

"For this old man—break!" Mo Ke's eyes burst out with a world-wide fierce light, and the power of the way of ink flow was deduced to the extreme by him at this moment. Black-haired dragon orchid.

Black-haired Long Lan wanted to defend, but all his power was blocked by Ji Qingzhu's Yimeng Sanqianzhang.

"Fellow Daoist! Attack Black Lotus!" Ji Qingzhuqing shouted.

"Okay!" The ink master roared in response, and with a turn of his pen, he guided the ink flow to disperse the black-haired Long Lan's body, turning it into a dark ancient dragon, and penetrated the red dazzling blood lotus with its fangs and claws.

"Give it to me!" All the ink flows are tied to this, the ink man spits blood, and this blow will be triggered at the cost of part of his life force!
"Is it worth it? Mo Ke!" The black-haired Longlan's voice sounded from the scarlet dazzled blood lotus that was about to collapse, and I saw strands of flames of no tomorrow coming out of the void, forming a bond with the dark fog. , turned into a pair of magic hands, picking off Xiang Mo's back.

"It's worth it if I can kill you!" The poet growled.

"Hehe..." The black-haired Long Lan sneered.

"No! This black flame claw..." Ji Qingzhu's ethereal voice could not help but reveal a hint of anxiety, "Mengdao can't stop him! Fellow Taoist scholar...you..."

"It doesn't matter, he has made a unique move! It seems that the old man was forced to the end, no loss, hahaha!" Mo Ke laughed, ignoring the sharp and desperate means behind him.

"Old man!" The corpse collector's heart tightened. The scholar was always his father. How could it be reasonable to see him in such a desperate situation?
"Lord of the Black Flame, go through this little guy first!" The corpse hunter evolved the Nanshan Ancient Road, started from a hundred miles away, and pushed the general trend of the world with lightning speed. In an instant, the road broke through the dark fog, and in the space It seemed as if a dead sea had sprung up, and in the dead sea, someone came in a flat boat, wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat, with a penny in his hand.

The man continued to solidify as the corpse-recovering man advanced on the ancient Nanshan Road, and finally became a little farther away across the endless void.

"The end of Nanshan... is the tomb island!" The corpse hunter shouted angrily. After guiding this blow, his whole body seemed to be older. Stare at the means of the boatman!

I saw the space fluctuate slightly, and a thin line came through the cause and effect, surpassing all speeds, and gently pointed towards the figure of the black-haired Long Lan behind the poet.

The man who retrieved the corpse tried his best to control it, with veins bulging on his forehead and sweat pouring down from his body. But in the end, he still pointed it slightly and landed on the black shadow's shoulder. "The moves are good, but the accuracy is not good." Black-haired Long Lan commented lightly, claws clawing into Mo Ke's back, and the flames of no tomorrow, with wisps of black smoke, entangled in his fingertips, trying to pour into Mo Ke's Taoist body. middle.

But at this moment, black-haired Long Lan frowned slightly, "How to split space?"

The crack in the space came from less than three inches between him and Mo Ke. The dark tear stains were hidden in the deep environment of the Black Stone Sea. It was indeed not difficult to notice, but the sharp energy crossed the distance and hit his path directly, making him A little sideways glance.

The person who took action was clearly Chu Xiao.

As the corpse hunter began to strike with a blow at the expense of his life, all of them suddenly understood that this battlefield did not belong to black-haired Longlan, not to red-haired Longlan, nor to Mo Ke and Ji Qingzhu, but to those present. Everyone.

"You guys..." The red-haired Long Lan cast her eyes in surprise, and saw that the commander had also hastily dealt with the terrible wound on his chest, and he and Li Derong were each preparing a most ferocious move.

"Our battle is related to the fate of the entire Chaotic Cultivation Realm..." Chu Xiao was agitated in white clothes all over her body, and the white and transparent Dao Wheel behind her head slowly rose and fell. It was very difficult, but he still said with difficulty, "How can you just say 'insufficient cultivation' to make us look on coldly?"

"That's right, everyone will be prosperous, and everyone will be hurt! If you have any other tricks to suppress the situation, use it now!" Li Derong gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

He holds the natal black sword "Dark Moon" in one hand, and the white sword "Guihai" in the other. When the sword is urged, the two swords gather in real time.

Behind his head, the dark Taoist wheel danced with the bleak wind, and the imperial weapon Thousand Weapons Disk merged into the black wind sword Tao. In the wind, a figure was looming.

"Emperor of the Sea of ​​Swords, okay! Okay!" The night watchman was also a swordsman, and he was extremely excited to see someone who could evolve the virtual image of the Emperor of the Sword.

But when Li Derong closed his two swords, three black and white sword wheels suddenly appeared on the shadow of the Emperor of the Sea of ​​Swords. Each wheel was the size of a millstone.

"Sea of ​​Knives - Order of Life and Death!" As he roared, the black and white sword wheels flew out, leaving a long rut in the sea of ​​black stones, heading towards the black-haired Long Lan.

"I'm coming too!" The night watchman clasped his hands together and slowly opened them. Between the two palms, there seemed to be countless threads entangled, "The Lord of the Black Flame, who has imprisoned the Huangquan Sword Tomb for thousands of years, will return today." Come on! 'Tomb Island...Ghost Blade'!"

The hoarse and dry voice of the night watchman suddenly rose a few degrees. Behind him, the figure holding a bamboo pole that appeared behind the corpse collector also appeared. The difference from the corpse collector was that this figure Following the night watchman's strike, a few black threads appeared out of thin air in his hand, and the black threads were entangled together, turning into a short knife and slashing at the black-haired Longlan.

"You guys from Nanshan, but everyone can evolve that guy's phantom!" A drop of cold sweat appeared on the forehead of the black-haired Longlan. Although his tone was still calm, his heart was not calm. Feeling some pressure.

(End of this chapter)