Thunder Corpse

"Old man, what did you say?"

Shen Cong clutched his chest, the injury was too severe, even if Shen Cong's physical recovery ability was extraordinary, being pierced by such a sword would seriously hurt his vitality.And this is still Shen Cong, if it were someone else, I'm afraid he would kneel there right now.

"I found something strange and familiar. It should be a treasure I've seen before." The old man shook his head in the Seven Smoke Formation, "Don't you think that this inhuman thing recovers too quickly? Is it even more exaggerated than you. This monster's physique is not stronger than yours, but its strength and resilience are far superior to yours, which is worth considering."

"Can you tell me the point?"

Shen Cong slapped his chest on the chest, and Shen Cong slapped most of the flesh and blood fragments abruptly, accompanied by the sword energy with erosive force.Shen Cong frowned in pain, but forcibly endured it.Fortunately, after getting rid of these sword qi, Shen Cong's physique can finally recover as usual.A trace of granulation keeps growing, with a numb feeling, which makes people want to scratch.

"Young people nowadays, why are they so impatient!" The old man didn't rush, but laughed there instead.

"Old man, what are you going to do! I can't beat this monster, but I can go away!"

Shen Cong's eyes twitched, if it wasn't for the treasure he might have, why would Shen Cong stay here.As a one-star king, it is impossible for Shen Cong to win with all his combat power, unless the Qiyan Formation has a huge energy injection, making Shen Cong the Seven Smoke God of War, then it is possible to fight.

However, although the people present were all strong and their true essence was extremely strong, the number of people was still small after all, and the amount of true essence input was far from enough to support the operation of the Seven Smoke Formation.

Shen Cong looked up and watched the ghost continuously condense its own strength. According to this trend, Shen Cong could only leave first, and staying here would be nothing but death.

"Rely on that treasure hunting mouse? You overestimate the power of that little thing. This place is imprisoned by a formation, and no one can move in until it is broken." The old man laughed softly, "Of course, the formation here It has been abandoned for thousands of years, and it has long been dilapidated. Although it is barely functioning now, it is still a bit close. If there is a ninth-level apocalypse that wants to force it, you can also break in. As for you, first break the confinement here and then talk about it!"

"What do you mean?"

Shen Cong was startled, the little guy was Shen Cong's last hole card, that is, he could move himself and others away.If the little guy has no choice, this is really a dead end.

"Although space mysteries are extremely powerful, they are not invincible. There are many ways to restrain them. Do you think that if you condense the space fragments, you will be allowed to go to the backyards of those top sects? Arrays imprison the void, without breaking the front , can’t step in at all. It’s the same here, but with some ingenuity, you can naturally find a loophole, this place is really too dilapidated.” The old man shook his head slightly.

"Can you speak without panting!"

Shen Cong said helplessly, since it can be broken, then naturally there is nothing to worry about.

"Hey, boy, do you want to get some benefits?" The old man suddenly bewitched.

"What's the meaning."

"There is a good thing. If I don't feel wrong, there is a treasure hidden here. This treasure allows this ghost to recover so quickly, and its source of power comes from there. As long as you can find that thing, this ghost It's not a problem." The old man said in a deep voice.

"Can you feel where it is?"

Shen Cong took a step and appeared in front of the ghost. The sound of waves was endless, but before Shen Cong could make a move, the long sword in the ghost's hand swiped, piercing Shen Cong directly through the condensed sea. Shen Cong's momentum couldn't help but Weak, before he had time to do anything else, another fantasy appeared in front of his eyes.

With thousands of troops and horses, thousands of arrows are fired, Shen Cong is as insignificant as an ant.To use such a body of flesh and blood to slash against such a torrent of steel is simply like a mantis arming a car, and death deserves what it deserves.

Shen Cong couldn't help feeling a kind of desolation, a kind of desolation of dying, a kind of unwillingness to not be able to achieve what he wanted, as if he came here at this moment, died, and there was no bones left, it was entirely his own fault, which is ridiculous and pitiful.

"hold head high!"

Shen Cong's spine trembled for a while, and the sound of the dragon's chant vibrated in the sea of ​​souls. Shen Cong closed and opened his eyes, but there were no thousands of troops in front of him, only the ghost's long sword swept across.The Zhenhai seal in Shen Cong's hand was almost on the verge of collapse, and it crashed into it. Shen Cong's body was shocked, and he took several steps back, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Tang Guan climbed up from the side and did not let the ghosts chase after him.And the ghost didn't even think about chasing after it. Just now, with a sweeping sword, it forced back everyone's attacks, and Shen Cong just happened to be among them.But just like that, he was also attacked by the phantom, and the power of this phantom was stronger than before.

Shen Cong had already tightened his grip on the sea soul when he was tricked before, and what he was guarding against was the illusion of the Shangfang sword in the ghost's hand.But it was useless, even if he knew, even if he was prepared, when that sword came, what Shen Cong saw was thousands of troops, and what Shen Cong felt was his own sense of humbleness.

Fighting against the sky was a lot of fun, but at that moment, all Shen Cong had was a kind of unwillingness to be an ant, and the humiliation of facing death in the end, and there was nothing left.If it weren't for the roar of the dragon soul in his body, Shen Cong would be able to stop it now by just taking a few steps back and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"what!"

Tang Zhen yelled suddenly, his left hand was covering his right shoulder, and there was a broken arm on the ground, which was constantly twisting at this moment.Tang Zhen's face twisted, and with a roar, the severed arm on the ground flew back, but in just a moment, more than half of the severed arm was still corroded, and the flesh and blood turned black, only the bones in the middle were still intact.

Tang Zhen made a mudra with one hand, tapped on the broken arm, and then pressed the broken arm on the right shoulder again. The naked eye could see a layer of gray gas rushing into Tang Zhen's body, but Tang Zhen ignored it.Even though these death qi will cause him great harm, it is definitely better than losing his right arm. Otherwise, even if he breaks through to the eighth level of Guiyuan in the future and grows his right arm again, this place will become his weakness.

"Senior brother, save me!"

Nie Yu shouted loudly, the others were startled and wanted to help, but it was too late.With a flash of gray sword energy, a big hole suddenly opened in Nie Yu's chest. The place where the heart should be beating was empty.Nie Yu's whole body trembled. He couldn't feel the pain, but he knew that he had lost something important.

Slowly lowering his head, seeing that there was nothing on his chest, Nie Yu's face was as pale as snow.The vitality of the seventh-level moving mountain realm is extremely strong, even if the heart disappears, it can survive for a period of time.But no matter how strong the vitality is, if the heart is gone, the real way of life will be cut off.Even if Shen Cong had reached the seventh level of physique, his heart and head were still vital. If they were broken, Shen Cong would surely die, let alone Nie Yu.

"what!"

Nie Yu yelled frantically, knowing that he must die, but now he is not dead. This feeling made Nie Yu terrified, but he couldn't do anything.

"Roar!"

The ghost roared, the long sword in its hand danced, and countless sword qi shot out. Nie Yu's voice stopped abruptly, and his body exploded into blood foam and scattered around.

"Junior brother!" Tang Zhen's eyes turned red and he looked at the ghost, "You bastard, I'll kill you!"

After saying this, Tang Zhen frantically rushed towards the ghost.However, he was hit hard just now, and Tang Zhen's combat strength had long since declined. How could he threaten the ghost at this moment.

"careful!"

When the others saw it, they were shocked. Xiao Huang jumped forward and stopped Tang Zhen, while the others attacked the ghost.It's a pity that it's useless, the ghosts are too strong. When the ghosts used brute strength at the beginning, they were dwarfed by comparison. Now the ghosts can use exercises and use the Shangfang Sword to a state of perfection. They don't even have the last bit of advantage. At this moment There is no defeat, but the ghosts are still absorbing power continuously, and the Shangfang sword skills condensed in the body don't care much about them at all.

Otherwise, if the ghosts were really serious, they would die even faster.They could see this clearly, but just because they could see clearly, their hearts became more and more desperate.Now that they are not dead, they are dying, and in a moment, they will bid farewell to this world completely.

This kind of pressure makes people crazy. If they don't still have a little hope, they may really be unable to hold on, and the real disaster will be then.

"I still can't find it, you have to let it seriously injure it again, let it absorb the power of the treasure, and then I can find it!"

The old man's voice finally sounded, a little regretful.Shen Cong frowned slightly, and if he was going to be seriously injured again, it had to be the same as before.But there was a picture of ten thousand beasts at that time, but now it is gone, and the combat power of ghosts is even stronger than before, how can we do another heavy damage?

"That treasure is so extraordinary that even a ninth-level apocalypse powerhouse will be tempted. Boy, how to choose is up to you!" the old man said flatly.

"Ninth-level powerhouses must be moved!"

Shen Cong was startled, he didn't expect such an answer.What is the ninth-level apocalypse? It is the existence that stands at the pinnacle of this world. In the eyes of those people, the number and power are meaningless.Because they alone are enough to withstand the attack of any sect, they are the strongest people in the world, and they can overwhelm the river and the sea in just one thought.

If such a strong person wants something, there are very few things that can stop them, and I am afraid that only those who are really desperate can do it.And how precious and exaggerated is the thing that can make such a strong man's heart beat, if it is exposed, it may lead to a bloody storm!

"If you don't fight, you will die, everyone!"

Tang Guan roared suddenly, his whole body suddenly turned scarlet, and the ax in his hand seemed to have been calcined by flames, turning red, and the space around Tang Guan's body had slight ripples.Tang Guan's head suddenly rose, a wave of air rose from his feet, and a creepy aura erupted.

Everyone is awe-inspiring, knowing that the most critical time has come, and now even if they burn their natal essence, they will not hesitate, otherwise, if they die, they will really have nothing.

Tang Guan stepped back with his right foot, and there was a muffled sound. Tang Guan had already appeared in front of the ghost, with the ax in his hand raised high, and with one strike, the whole world seemed to be divided into two by Tang Guan's axe.This is naturally an illusion, but to be able to exude such an artistic conception, the power of Tang Guan's move can already be imagined.

The air burned wildly, everything the ax passed through, the space trembled slightly.The ghost's head turned around and looked at Tang Guan. The long sword in his hand swung, but his figure retreated backward.

Tang Guan's face turned pale, Qi Ji wanted to keep up, but found that he couldn't lock the ghost at all, or the speed of the ghost was fast enough to get rid of all this.