The black ghost mist billowing all over the sky actually caused the entire sky above Haiyue City to suddenly become colder, and the gloomy wind gusted, making people feel tight and shudder.
"Hiss, Xuanming Ghost Lord!?"
"You old ghost's cultivation has already reached the halfway point of Dzogchen!"
It wasn't just the warriors from the Eastern Region who were shocked, Feng Xuan was the first one to utter a cry of surprise, his eyes and pupils shrinking sharply.
This army of human warriors that suddenly arrived was none other than Xuanming Ghost Valley.
And the body of the evil ghost is the body of the Sanxian of Xuanming Ghost Valley!
Previously, Ling Tian was suppressed by this ghost lord who crossed the void and spanned two thousand miles. Now, the ghost lord Xuan Ming has arrived in person. The terrifying aura is really frightening.
"Haha, very good, it's not too late."
On the high platform, Ling Tian and other geniuses held up the light of the Taichu Martial Spirit to resist the aura of the Xuanming Ghost Lord.
"Hmph, Feng Xuan, after five hundred years, you are still so useless. Let a junior bully you like this. It is really embarrassing for me to go to the Immortal Platform!"
The shadow of the evil ghost in the black cloud condensed, turned into a black robe, fell from the sky, and suspended over the venue.
"You, what did you say I did!"
Feng Xuan was just about to curse back, but the ghost master suddenly looked sideways, and his terrifying aura made Feng Xuan froze.
At this time, he could no longer compete with the Xuan Ming Ghost Lord.
"Haha, very good. The fierce soul, the shadow soul, and the two Taichu martial arts souls of Guigu are now in your hands, Ling Tian!"
"Why, you escaped from the Ghost Valley before when this ghost master couldn't get out of seclusion, and now you see me, why don't you come forward and die!?"
"Where is the owner of Dark Night Villa? I want to see who can protect you today!"
The Ghost Master turned away and looked at Ling Tian in Yutian Pavilion, the murderous intent in his eyes no longer concealed in any way.
Ling Tian almost wiped out his blood spirit lineage, and also kidnapped Ji Jiuyou. Now, not only did his Xuanming Guigu's combat power suffer a great loss, but he also lost all of his ancient Taichu martial arts spirit.
How could he endure this?
"Hahaha, Ghost Lord is really good at joking. Although I, Ling Tian, am just a junior, I am not someone you can kill just because you want!"
"Everything has its own truth, not to mention that now there are all warriors from my human race here!"
"Ji Jiuyou voluntarily quit your Xuanming Ghost Valley. As for the origin of this evil soul, does the ghost master really want me to reveal everything?"
Ling Tian had already prepared his words.
When the ghost master heard this, he was also speechless for a moment just like Feng Xuan.
Yes, he was afraid that Ling Tian had something to do with the Gui Gu scandal. If it was made public, then Gui Gu might be ruined. Although it would not destroy the sect, it would still be a big trouble.
At this time, he was already riding a tiger and could not get off. If Ling Tian did not die, he would be the scourge of Ghost Valley after all.
"Haha, old ghost, what leverage did you have to fall into Ling Tian's hands!? Now that you have mobilized so many people, I thought you could do nothing more than that."
Feng Xuan snorted coldly.
Although their common enemy at this time is Ling Tian, they have always been at odds with each other on the North and South Deng Xiantai.
Feng Xuan was already angry when he was scolded by the Ghost Lord, so he couldn't help but go back.
"Hmph, it's not your turn to comment on how I, Guigu, act!"
"However, since you are here, it is not my turn to take action yet!"
Xuan Ming Ghost Lord rolled his eyes, which were covered in black robes, and immediately made a seal with his hands secretly in his big sleeves. A mark tore through the void and suddenly disappeared into Feng Xuan's body.
This move was completed almost instantly, even Feng Xuan had no time to react.
The next moment, Feng Xuan's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and he seemed to have lost consciousness in an instant. The pressure all over his body surged, Jie Jie screamed strangely, and he rushed towards the high platform in front of Yutian Pavilion.
"court death!"
On the high platform, Qin Mingyue and Ji Jiuyou snorted almost at the same time, their faces darkened, and they raised their weapons to confront them.
But Ling Tian raised his hand to stop him.
"You reserve your strength to deal with the Demonic Witches. Now, it's time for me to take action."
After saying that, Ling Tian's feet shook and he flew directly into the sky.
Looking at Feng Xuan, who was waving his fists and charging at him like crazy, Ling Tian snorted softly, and the big hand in his white sleeves suddenly shook, and six golden dragon shadows suddenly floated out.
Behind him, the Taichu War Spirit rose up, blessing Lingtian's Dantian galaxy with violent vibrations. In an instant, the pressure was released, and the fourth-level Dacheng Martial Emperor's cultivation gave Lingtian the ability to compete with the late perfection state of Sanxian.
When his fighting power reached its peak, his big hand suddenly raised up and struck him with a palm.
"Eighteen palms of the divine dragon, six dragons walking in the sky!"
With an angry roar, the divine dragon came to the world, its shadow wrapped around it, and it suddenly formed a golden giant palm and pushed it horizontally in the air.
The invincible aura, just the aftermath, caused the entire Haiyue City to tremble for hundreds of miles. The Eastern Region warriors within the formation barrier were all panicked. If it were not for the protection of the barrier, they would have fled away.
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The disciples on both sides of Cangmang and Guigu were also shocked by the tyrannical fighting power that Ling Tian unleashed.
clang!
Without allowing anyone to think too much, Ling Tian's Eighteen Divine Dragon Palms clashed with Feng Xuan's fiery red fists.
A shocking explosion tore the sky apart.
The battles in the later stage of Sanxian's perfect state can be described as destroying the world.
The shock wave swept over, and even the two warriors who ascended the Immortal Platform retreated one after another.
The barrier above the venue, under the crazy infusion of vitality by Qin Mingyue and more than a dozen people, was extremely tough and remained as solid as a mountain despite the impact.
However, when the storm subsided, everyone looked up at the sky and found that Ling Tian and Feng Xuan were shocked and separated, and they were separated in the sky. They seemed to be evenly matched!
"Hiss, is this Ling Tian really powerful enough to compete with the Master of the Immortal Platform!?"
"This is obviously a monster. It's been so long since we last seen him, and he has grown to this point. If we give him time, how can we do it!?"
Seeing this scene, all the warriors exclaimed in surprise.
On the Gui Valley side, the Ghost Lord's face was gloomy under his black robe, and he cursed inwardly, "Trash," and the withered fingers on his sleeves made constant marks.
And the light in Feng Xuan's eyes surged uncertainly, and finally turned blood red again.
"roar!"
After a strange cry like a puppet, Feng Xuan's shoulders shook, and the next moment, a fiery red stove flew out from behind him!
But the moment the furnace appeared, an astonishing pressure suddenly erupted from it that swept across the world.
The stove was burning with red hot flames, like a bright light in the cold sky of Haiyue City. The fire-colored aura shrouded down, making everyone feel their mouths suddenly dry, and their whole bodies felt as if they were being roasted by a raging fire.