Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 788

"Where did you go?!"

In the Charming Palace, Tianlang couldn't help but shudder, although he was very confident in his breath restraint technique, but if Bingmu really found himself, it would be over.

Not to mention whether Bingmu will attack suddenly, this scene will definitely not go on.

"Boom boom boom!..."

Just when everyone was on guard, countless black light palm prints hit the red light god of death. At the beginning, the red light god of death could barely resist, but in the end, he couldn't resist at all.

Hundreds of black light palm prints blasted onto the red light Death God. The seemingly invincible Death God collapsed suddenly, turned into streaks of ghostly energy, and then disappeared in the void.

This blow directly shattered this ghost that had been cultivated for thousands of years!
Although this red-light god of death is only a spirit body, it is still the third child who has been sacrificed for thousands of years. Now that he is broken, the third child is also pulled by the air mechanism, his chest suddenly sinks, and his plump "body" suddenly changes. It must be dry and flat.

Afterwards, the will-o'-the-wisps on his body kept moving, and he seemed to be struggling, but in the end he didn't succeed, and his breath was sluggish. It gave people the feeling that a big man in his prime suddenly became an old man in his twilight years, and even such an old man was not as good .

However, one hundred black light palm prints are just a drop in the bucket for the entire Great Chaos Mietian Palm, and the remaining black light palm prints are still in a destructive posture, bombarding these ghost cultivators away.

"howl!"

At this moment, the myriad of ghosts that had been devouring each other before had stopped, but they had changed from countless evil ghosts to a group of fierce ghosts as tall as a mountain.

Li Gui held a pitch-black steel fork in both hands, howled first, and then rushed directly towards the palm print of the black light.

"Hoo hoo hoo!..."

The steel fork in Li Gui's hand danced so impenetrably that it blocked all the black light palm prints at once, as if one man was in charge of everything.

However, the disparity in strength is the disparity in strength after all. It seems that the steel fork dances vigorously, but under the thrust of the black light palm print, it retreats step by step.

"Crack..."

Until a certain moment, the steel fork in Li Gui's hand finally couldn't bear the pressure of the black light palm print, and it broke into three pieces. A little bit of annihilation.

"Boom boom boom!..."

And when the steel fork was broken, the palm prints of black light traveled unimpeded, passing by Li Gui's side one by one, and some of them directly hit Li Gui's body.

"Oh!"

How could this ghost withstand so many attacks?Immediately, it exploded, and even the scattered ghost energy disappeared into nothingness in the palm print of black light.

At the same time, the ghost cultivator boss was also drawn by the qi mechanism, just like the third child before, his chest suddenly sank, his body became dry and flat, the ghost fire on his body was extinguished, and his breath suddenly languished. Like a dying person.

"Protect the Supreme Elder!"

Just when Li Guixiu's defenses were broken, and Lu Ying and the Fu Guixiu were powerless, there was a sudden shout in the city, and the ghost cultivators above the Golden Core level immediately flew into the air.

They knew that relying on their meager strength was only a drop in the bucket for the current situation, but they still had no hesitation.

After all the ghost cultivators rushed into the air, they didn't use any supernatural powers. They all blew up one after another, just like the ghost cultivators in the Nascent Soul Realm protecting the Ghost Refining Pagoda before, and used their self-destruct power to resist the Great Chaos Extinguishing Heaven Palm.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

……

In the air of Qingyou Palace, self-explosion sounds continued one after another, finally reducing the power of the black light palm print.

"We also shot."

At this moment, a voice came from the Ghost Alchemy Pagoda, followed by black shadows bursting out from the Ghost Alchemy Tower.

According to the current situation, their primary duty is to guard the Ghost Alchemy Pagoda, but if all the disciples of Qingyou Palace are killed in battle, even if the Ghost Alchemy Tower is still there, what is the use?At most, it is reduced to the spoils of other immortal sects!

Therefore, after thinking twice, these guardians took action one after another. They are all real Nascent Soul Realm cultivation bases. With their participation, the situation immediately improved.

All the ghost cultivators no longer resisted by self-destructing, and used their supernatural powers one after another.

After a while, all the black light palm prints were finally canceled out, but at this moment, the mutation happened.

"Hey, you group of ants, do you think that you can live in peace after offsetting the old man's Great Chaos Extinguishing Palm?"

A sneer came, and the disappeared Bingmu reappeared, all the ghost cultivators were startled, and they couldn't help turning around to look.

In their distance, Bingmu's figure had already appeared, and at this time his hands turned into pitch black again, holding a phantom head in one hand, it was the Great Elder and the Third Elder.

"You... when did you come here?"

Among them, the elder Tai Taishang was still calm, with the will-o'-the-wisp on his body, and asked Bingmu, his voice trembling.

"Hmph! When the two of them were backlashed, the old man came. He just wanted to see how you would respond, so he never showed up."

Bingmu snorted coldly, and said: "You still satisfy the old man, no matter how you ghosts are, at least this Qingyou Palace still has some cohesion."

Although Bingmu's words were extremely disdainful, they also contained a hint of appreciation.

For a sect, a country, and a nation, cohesion is very important. Without this cohesion, no matter how powerful this nation, this country, or this sect is, it will only exist in name only!

"Thank you for your praise, but...refining souls!"

The will-o'-the-wisp in the elder's eyes flickered, and after a long time, he suddenly let out a stern voice, and a cloud of obscure black air broke Bingmu's confinement, rising from the top of his head and spreading towards Bingmu's arm.

"Third, hurry up!"

"Refining and living soul!"

At the same time, the Great Elder also snarled at the Third Elder. The Third Elder knew that he was doomed today, so he yelled again without hesitation.

Similar to the situation of the Great Supreme Elder, a black air spread towards Bingmu's arm.

"Dare, die!"

After feeling the obscure black air, Bingmu was also frightened and angry, and immediately squeezed his hands hard, crushing the two ghost cultivators.

Afterwards, Bingmu couldn't help but took two steps back again and again, as if he was very afraid of the black air.

But even so, Bingmu's hands had already turned grayish white. It was obvious that the soul on his palms had been refined in the black air just now.

Bingmu's palms are useless!

"Big brother! Third brother!"

Lu Ying and other ghost cultivators all screamed, seven ghost cultivators at the peak of Nascent Soul, and now two more!

(End of this chapter)