Zhuo Yifan cursed secretly, but at this moment, he had no time to care about the battle between the giant and the Killing Saint, because he himself was already being targeted by the ghost army.
These Source Clan warriors who were reborn after taking their bodies have now completely adapted to their new bodies, and have practiced the "Netherworld Golden Body Art" to a terrifying level.
Not to mention 9999 runes, but at least hundreds of them, covering all vital parts of the body.
This caused their strength to rise sharply. Although they were only in the Tribulation Stage, their physical strength was that of the Mahayana Stage.
Behind this group of people, there were also dense numbers of ghosts following.
This is the most terrifying threat. If you are accidentally attacked by a ghost, you will be in big trouble.
Of course, Zhuo Yifan himself is not afraid of these ghosts. Whether it is the fire of void or the power of the soul, they are the nemesis of ghosts. It is almost impossible for them to seize Zhuo Yifan's body.
But it is not difficult to cause some trouble to Zhuo Yifan.
Hundreds of Yuan clan masters took off their long bows one after another, and hundreds of cold iron long arrows shot through the air.
Zhuo Yifan dodged quickly to avoid these powerful and heavy arrows.
Originally, he wanted to fly over the temple, but at this moment, there was a fierce battle with the Slaughter Saint King, and he naturally did not want to get too close to these people.
But the world on the ground is completely dominated by the source clan's ghost army.
Anchen and Yindang also complained endlessly.
They are fully aware of how terrifying these ghosts are. Thousands of people used to be outnumbered, let alone just over a hundred people left now.
Yin Dang is relatively calm. Anyway, all his people are dead and he is the only one left. Self-protection is definitely not a problem.
kill!
kill!
kill!
Suddenly, the shouts of killing shook the sky. The eyes of the three thousand Yuan clan warriors were red and they launched a charge. More than a hundred Mahayana masters also took action one after another, with full power. The two sides quickly came into contact and started a big battle.
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Zhuo Yifan was also besieged by hundreds of masters. Their attacks were very strong, more than twice as powerful as the original monks.
This greatly increased the pressure on Zhuo Yifan, so he had no choice but to wander.
Fortunately, he had absorbed a large amount of blood essence and energy before, so he didn't have to worry about using it up.
Continuously lock the position with the power of the mind, and the source power directly initiates teleportation.
Zhuo Yifan's speed was so fast that even the ghosts couldn't figure it out and couldn't catch up with him.
Occasionally, a ghost would happen to pounce on him, but before it could get close, it was burned into nothingness by Zhuo Yifan's Fire of Nothingness.
But An Chen and others did not have such good luck. A large number of ghosts came towards them, and they lost sight of one thing and quickly lost more than ten masters.
"Quick, use the Dark Magic Cannon."
The dark morning roars.
If everyone is dead, leaving this weapon behind will be of no use.
Immediately, the gunners set up the Dark Magic Cannon, and there was no need to aim as there were enemies all around.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Five light beams were shot out in succession, and obvious marks suddenly appeared in the void in front of them, which remained for a long time.
And all the existences in that imprint were wiped out and ceased to exist.
These fierce attacks frightened the Source Clan masters. After they paused for a moment, they continued to attack crazily.
But taking this opportunity, An Chen finally took out his small staff and began to mutter something.
Then, thousands of golden lights suddenly burst out from his staff, as blazing as the sun.
He pointed forward casually, and the golden light rushed out, immediately flooding the front. The Source Clan warriors and ghosts in that area seemed to be vaporized and disappeared completely. Its power was even more terrifying than the Dark Magic Cannon.
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This is An Chen's trump card.
Zhuo Yifan's eyes narrowed, and he finally knew what the sacrifice returned, and that was powerful power.
This power contains the rules of time and space. With one blow, the time and space in front of it will be annihilated, and all existence will be wiped out.
An Chen gritted his teeth and pointed the small staff in other directions.
After the brilliant light, the surroundings became pure.
Everyone stared blankly at the small staff in An Chen's hand, full of shock.
But An Chen was not happy at all.
bump!
The next moment, the staff's light dimmed and broke into two halves.
The ancient power collected through sacrifices has been released, but the staff has reached its limit and was finally scrapped.
The remaining Yuan clan warriors were terrified and retreated one after another.
ah!
Suddenly, the Saint of Killing let out a shocking roar. Above the temple, the murderous aura rising to the sky was like a torrent, rushing directly towards him, and he swallowed it in one bite.
He opened his mouth and sprayed out a stream of substantial murderous aura, which enveloped everyone.
The next moment, his body suddenly swelled to the size of five feet, and he slashed down with his sword, actually splitting a giant into two pieces.
The giant's body was split open, and after that, countless runes rushed out of it. They were flying and wanted to leave, but the Slaughter Saint Lord opened his mouth and sucked in, and all those runes were sucked into his mouth. With a few clicks, it was like
It was like chewing candy and swallowing it.
Zhuo Yifan's heart skipped a beat when he saw it.
The Slaughter Saint Lord's momentum surged, and he struck again, shooting out two rivers of blood from his eyes, directly covering a giant.
Under this terrifying murderous intent, the giant's expression froze, as if he had been struck by Zhuo Yifan's spiritual impact and was stunned for a moment.
This less than one second of sluggishness immediately brought him fatal death.
The Slaughter Saint sneered, and the long sword in his hand flew out directly, pouring directly into the giant's head.
His long sword was almost three feet long, and it was impossible to compare with Zhuo Yifan's Soul-Eating Demonic Sword when he stabbed them all in at once.
The giant let out a shrill scream and staggered.
The Saint of Slaughter dodged with an incomparable coldness, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and spun it hard. Under the strangulation, the giant's body seemed to have been hollowed out by a super drill, and blood and flesh flew everywhere, and he fell to the ground.
All this happened in an instant, which was dizzying to watch.
In the blink of an eye, the Yuan Clan's advantage was completely destroyed.
The Slaughter Saint King absorbed the blood and became even more violent. He jumped up high and stepped down suddenly.
A giant below had his sword blocked above his head, but was forced to his knees by the huge force.
Poof!
Suddenly, a dark sickle flew out of the void and swept across.
The giant's head was cut off like it was made of tofu, and blood spurted into the sky.
The Slaughter Saint was stunned for a moment, his blood-red eyes emitted two blood-colored light beams, which struck the void in front of him. There was a ripple somewhere, but a withered hand suddenly retracted.
However, most of the energy and blood that filled the sky was absorbed by the Death Scythe.
The Slaughter Saint snorted coldly and did not continue to entangle with Dongfang Liang. Instead, he turned around and chased the remaining giants.
Seeing that the remaining four giants were almost unable to hold up, and were defeated by him one by one, suddenly, a shocking fighting intent came from the distance, and a sword light suddenly tore through the void, trying to split the entire world in half, from a hundred miles away.
, spreading and tearing all the way, the target is the Slaughter Saint King.