No matter how powerful Ji Lingyun is, he is only a great king, but Jiang Taixu is an ancient sage, stronger and more terrifying in deterrence.

"Jiang Taixu, we will never resurrect you! Give up!"

The thirteen great powers stepped forward again, their vitality shaking the heavens.

At this time, in the Hualong Pond, the water waves shook and rolled back into the sky. In the hazy halo, Jiang Taixu's figure became more and more intense.

Unfortunately, in the end, his figure trembled, and the divine light outside his body gradually began to weaken. Finally, the black and yellow light flowed, covering up his figure again.

"Hey, Jiang Taixu, your life is really tough. You can't even die like this. Anyway, I'm here to give you a lift today."

"You guys keep doing it, just leave this kid to me."

A sudden sound sounded, but he was coughing continuously, as if he would die at any time.

A great king.

And he’s still an old monster who has been famous for who knows how many years!

The corners of Ji Lingyun's mouth raised slightly. Is this looking down on him?

He killed all the ancient kings who were at the peak of the semi-saints, let alone a mere accomplished king.

However, he didn't take action and just stood there, sizing up the old man in front of him.

The person's head is like a weed, and the hair is withered, but there are only dozens of them.

An old face has accumulated wrinkles, just like the bark of an old tree.

At first glance, he looks like a thousand-year-old ghost.

Cold and scary!

"Jiang Taixu, after four thousand years of separation, I miss you very much... The familiar breath of the divine king's body, and the intoxicating blood of the Dacheng King... Hehe..."

The old man looks like a ghost, his figure is erratic, and he keeps coming.

His cold and eerie words startled everyone present.

Even the thirteen most powerful men who were in the hostile camp with Jiang Taixu had their expressions stiffened.

Everything is moving backwards involuntarily.

The cold old ghost in front of me speaks so scary.

Four thousand years apart...

Judging from his tone, Nima is a contemporary of Jiang Taixu!

Under normal circumstances, even a Holy Lord-level figure can only live to be more than two thousand years old.

No matter how hard your life is, if you fight to the death, you will only be able to survive until you are three thousand years old.

But this old guy is still alive four thousand years ago, which is simply incredible.

Could it be that this old guy’s strength is so incredible that it has reached an unimaginable level?

"Where did this old ghost come from, pretending to be a ghost here!"

Ji Lingyun sneered.

"Little guy, this matter about me has nothing to do with you. I'm only here for Jiang Taixu this time. If you don't want to die, get out!"

The old man, who looked like a ghost, walked forward slowly and seemed to be struggling.

But no one dares to underestimate it.

At this time, his cold and hoarse voice made everyone present tremble.

The atmosphere in Hualong Pond was extremely solemn.

Whether it is the Jiang family camp or the thirteen hostile forces, they are extremely powerful.

Many holy places that are paying close attention to the war situation are completely terrified.

A thousand-year-old ghost appearing at the same time as the peerless god king, Jiang Taixu, is too terrifying.

Although this seemingly shriveled body is haggard and crumbling, the cold evil aura that permeates it is extremely terrifying.

Even the top power in the world feels a strong threat.

“A green onion stuck in a pig’s nose—pretend!”

Ji Lingyun said disdainfully.

"Boom!"

"Junior, be brave!"

The old ghost was furious and immediately stretched out a pair of gloomy claws. The torrential Yin Qi flowed and struck Ji Lingyun like lightning.

"It is not polite to come and not go back."

Ji Lingyun sneered and then clapped her hands.

The Mahamudra of the Void!

"Ding, consume your divine power and cast the Void Mahamudra, the power is 1000%!"

In the void, a huge black hand suddenly appeared.

In an instant, the entire Hualong Pond rumbled and shook.

The sky seemed to be burning, countless divine lights were shaking, and the figure that looked like a thousand-year-old ghost was actually slapped away by Ji Lingyun.

Even the protective divine light surrounding his body was shaken away.

"What a strong smell of death!"

"Isn't this old ghost... crawling out of an old grave?"

"However, this Ji Lingyun is really strong. Even such an old ghost seems to be no match for her."

The expressions of all the thirteen great masters suddenly changed, and one of them spoke in surprise.

Thousand-year-old ghost is indeed very strange.

Especially the black mist of death that overflowed from his body. The smell was so strong that it made people sick and smelled rancid.

This kind of black mist energy has a strong corrosiveness. If they accidentally get contaminated, it will be extremely troublesome.

However, the old ghost is powerful, and Ji Lingyun seems to be even more powerful.

"Ahem, Ji Lingyun, you are indeed the first genius to survive the Dao-Destroying Heavenly Tribulation in so many years. It's really terrifying!"

"However, no matter how strong you are, this kind of power will not have much restraint on an old guy like me whose body has long since decayed."

After the figure of the thousand-year-old ghost was pushed back, he did not flinch and continued to move forward.

At the same time, he did not have any cover. Within his decaying body, wisps of thick black mist spread and swept in all directions.

In an instant, the aura of death energy in the Dragon Transformation Pond increased significantly.

"No, this old ghost wants to use that weird death energy to speed up the erosion of the Imperial Formation's defense, so hurry up and kill him!"

Jiang Yun's expression changed drastically and he quickly shouted.

Without the protection of the Imperial Formation, the God King Ancestor would be directly exposed to the enemy's attack, and it would be too late for them to save him.

With blood all over his body, he held an ancient war spear and rushed out first.

"Hehe...it's better to use an egg against a stone than to overestimate your own abilities!"

The thousand-year-old ghost sneers again and again, and his figure is like a ghost, erratic.

He knew that Ji Lingyun was not under him, so he immediately turned back to the direction of the Thirteen Supreme Powers and shouted: "You little guys, don't take action yet! If you miss the best opportunity and allow Jiang Taixu to be reborn, who will? Don't even think about it.

Live!"

"Don't worry, Ji Lingyun will be left to me."

Ji Lingyun glanced around and said disdainfully: "Just you? You're not qualified enough to stop me. Plus the other two are a bit interesting."

"You..."

The old ghost wanted to refute, but after the brief exchange just now, he also had a preliminary understanding of Ji Lingyun's horror, so he roared: "Hey, two old ghosts, since they are here, why don't you show up! As long as the three of us

Together we can definitely kill this kid!"

After saying that, the old ghost's cold eyes were filled with dark light.

"What?! Is there a strong person hiding in the dark?"

Hearing the conversation between Ji Lingyun and the thousand-year-old ghost, the faces of the strong men of the Jiang family changed drastically.

The pupils of the thirteen extremely powerful figures also shrank slightly.

The identity of a person who can be called this thousand-year-old ghost is definitely extraordinary.

"Hehe... You old ghost can't handle it anymore. I didn't expect that you would become such a ghost after swallowing the Yin Ming Grass, and your senses are still so sharp..."
Chapter completed!