My Master is Lin Zhengying

If there is enough time, it will surely become a powerful party and shock the entire orthodoxy.

In the midst of surprise, the three corpses Yaodao also said subconsciously in fear:

"You, you actually, have reached the Yellow Rank, the Ninth Heaven of the Yellow Rank!"

The corner of Nan Chen's mouth twitched into a sneer:

"Stop talking nonsense, since they are all out, don't leave!"

The three corpses demon way, the cultivation base is not very strong.

The last time in Qinghe Village, it was already reflected.

His strengths are puppetry and his ability to escape.

He is good at raising ghosts and raising corpses, and has performed substitute techniques and so on.

The fighting strength itself is not very strong.

Now Nan Chen has reached the ninth level of Huang Rank, and has practiced the Five Elements Hegemony Body Jue.

Now that the three of them join forces, Nan Chen doesn't think that they will lose to the three corpses.

Therefore, after saying such a sentence.

Nan Chen drew out the mahogany sword, and immediately rushed forward.

Qiusheng Wencai also shot immediately.

Wen Cai held the most precious treasure of the Fusang Jiuju school, and waved the Jiuju staff forward.

In an instant, a strong profound energy surged out.

Because of the blessing of the staff.

This power is comparable to the sixth level of the yellow rank.

The three corpses were not willing to be neglected, and hurriedly dodged.

The wave of profound energy instantly hit a big tree behind him.

With a "bang", a crack exploded.

At the same time, Nan Chen had already shot out.

With a single strike of the sword, he directly slashed up.

"Go to hell!"

With a low growl, the sword struck directly from the foreheads of the three corpses.

But in the end, I just touched his body.

The bodies of the three corpses turned into black mist.

Just like that, it disappeared before the eyes of the three of them.

Nan Chen was taken aback, and hurriedly looked around.

Suddenly, Nan Chen felt the Yin Qi surging on the left, and the black Qi gathered.

Immediately reminded:

"left!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Sheng slashed out with another sword.

The condensed black air was split again.

The three corpses said, still not there.

Nan Chen gritted his teeth and muttered in his heart;

Damn it, what kind of magic is this.

"Where did you go, where did you go?"

Wen Cai held up the chrysanthemum stick and kept looking around.

The three of them stood back to back with solemn faces, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Immediately, the voice of the demon path sounded again and again:

"Want to kill the poor.

You are still a little tender..."

The voice was icy cold, not as calm as before.

And as soon as the words fell, Qiu Sheng pointed to the front right position:

"Where!"

Said, Nan Chen and Wen Cai took advantage of the situation to look.

When he found the position in the front right, there was indeed a figure condensed.

The black mist of the figure gathered, exuding the breath of death.