Xiang Donglai, who was commanding the battle from a distance, came back to his senses from the astonishing scene in front of him. Only then did he realize why Patriarch Xiang Huaxin was so polite to the Grand Master Dongfang in front of him. It turns out that the one who can really suppress the Purple Crocodile Ghost King is Dongfang
These eighteen war-god-like puppets are controlled by the Grand Master.
"Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord, you are so shy, you don't dare to fight!" Xiang Donglai, as the commander of the battle, knew Lu Xiaotian's intention immediately, and immediately issued the order, and thousands of human monks shouted in unison.
To the ghost tribe, the torrent formed by the sound was even more devastating than the rain of arrows flying through the air. Even though the ghost tribe did not want to believe it, the eighteen golden men had already ravaged several huge ghost boats one after another.
There are a lot of dead and wounded above, and the cold reality is a hundred times colder than the slogans.
"Boy, you're looking for death!" Purple Crocodile Ghost King hid under the rolling bone wheel, with murderous intent blazing in his eyes. Originally, he planned to hide as much as possible for a while and use the large formation to absorb more ghost power. But judging from the current situation, if he
If he didn't show up in time, I'm afraid the defeat would be faster than expected. Although this silver-haired boy was only a Nascent Soul cultivator, he was extremely bold and careful. He couldn't hide for a moment longer even if he wanted to.
Even when the Eighteen Golden Men attacked several skeleton warships of the Ghost Clan, Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng were not left alone and were always under the protection of the Eighteen Golden Men.
"Although the Eighteen Golden Man's combat power is impressive, the reaction speed of the Nascent Soul cultivator is limited after all. Even if he cannot kill him with one blow, he will be severely injured and repeated once or twice."
The Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord snorted coldly. He had naturally expected the current situation. He could kill Lu Xiaotian or Xiang Qingcheng with just one or two repetitions. Not to mention the few bone warships in front of him.
If the loss is ten times or even dozens of times greater, the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord will not even blink an eyebrow.
If you choose to hide among these bone wheels, you can also use the extremely rich ghost energy here to cover up your own aura to the greatest extent. Since the last time he suffered the loss of the Eighteen Golden People in the ice cave, Purple Crocodile
It's not like Guijun came back without any preparation.
High in the sky, the morale of the human monks was like a rainbow. Xiang Kuang's original defensive power was astonishing, but he had refined part of the dragon essence, and his strength had reached a higher level. Even the Ghost King of the true meaning level was extremely embarrassed under Xiang Kuang's hands. And this
At that time, the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord crushed a gray amber-like ball in his hand. A gray breath completely covered the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord. The Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord transformed into an injured white-bone falcon, with the cultivation level of the mid-level ghost king.
In the midst of a flock of falcons rushing to help.
"Three transformation-level souls, some of them look like demonic deer in the snowy land, and two are extremely unfamiliar."
The Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord was suddenly a little confused. As far as he knew of the powerful gods who transformed into gods, except for a few who were currently involved in this war, the rest had died, but these three transformed gods were
Where did it come from? Could it be that the silver-haired boy was just like me, laying suspicion in the old formation, waiting for him to fall into a trap, and then he and other god-transformation monks would attack in a group?
Naturally, the Purple Crocodile Ghost King didn't know that Lu Xiaotian actually had three god-level souls in his body, three old monsters: the Snow Demon Deer, the Ghost Fire Master, and the Dragon and Lion. Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng let the Eighteen Golden Men kill the ghost army.
The most critical place was to give the ghost clan a blow, but Lu Xiaotian would not relax his vigilance at all because of this.
With the help of dragons and lions, he can guard against sneak attacks from all around. After all, he has to face the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord, a super strong man who can kill the god-forming monks. There is no room for sloppiness. The Eighteen Golden Man may be able to withstand it.
One blow, but he, especially Xiang Qingcheng, was far from enough to bear the attack from the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord.
It’s just that the chaotic battlefield at this time is full of warring humans and ghosts. A large number of ghost birds are flying everywhere, and crises are everywhere. After all, the Snow Demon Deer are only in the state of their souls at this time, compared to the Purple Crocodile.
The ghost king is still a little worse. The purple crocodile ghost king has been transformed into a purple crocodile ghost king. Under the hidden aura, it is extremely difficult to find the purple crocodile ghost king.
"It turns out it was just a bluff." Soon, the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord sneered. He had killed the snowy demon deer with his own hands. The reason why the other party's soul appeared here was probably because the other party had used some unique method.
After understanding the truth, the white-bone falcon transformed by the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord made a whoosh sound and shot at Xiang Qingcheng. The persimmon was picked softly and squeezed. Between the silver-haired boy in front of him and Xiang Qingcheng, it was obvious that the silver-haired boy was in control.
There are more golden men. And Xiang Qingcheng is weaker in comparison. If we can take the opportunity to kill him and no longer give this silver-haired boy a chance, the situation will be settled like this.
"It's coming, but it's too fast!" The Snow Demon Deer and the Dragon Lion discovered the signs of the Purple Crocodile Ghost King almost at the same time, and immediately warned Lu Xiaotian. But just as these two old monsters said, the Purple Crocodile Ghost King
As an old monster in the form of a god, Crocodile Ghost Lord explodes with all his speed. Lu Xiaotian can use the instant mirror to avoid it, but Xiang Qingcheng may not be able to react.
Even if you can barely escape with a life, you will probably be seriously injured. At the level of the Purple Crocodile Ghost King, even if you are just swept away by the aftermath of his attack, it is not something that a Nascent Soul cultivator can easily bear.
"Die!" The Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord stretched out his palm and slapped the air, covering almost the entire space of a hundred feet. The purple light was like a sharp blade, cutting wildly in the airspace. The overwhelming ghost energy and the old ghost transformed into gods took action.
The sudden shock caused the attacking human race to feel frightened, and the declining momentum of the ghost army also increased again. Especially when Lu Xiaotian, who had been talking so boldly before, was directly beaten into pieces by the purple crocodile ghost king, he was completely different from the previous clamor for a fight.
It is undoubtedly a sharp contrast.
Hey, the frightened expressions of Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng in front of them were cut into pieces by the sharp purple light, but there was no smell of blood at all.
"I've been fooled, how is it possible!" Zi Crocodile Ghost Lord's eyes suddenly bulged. The facial expressions of Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng in front of him could not be faked. Moreover, these two guys had always been in his sight. How could it be possible that he was cheating on them?
Cheating right under your nose? How could a mere Nascent Soul cultivator have such means? Where was the other person?
"Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord, you really have a good trick!" Lu Xiaotian's voice trembled again, and at this time, an ancient mirror appeared in the void. The space around the ancient mirror rippled like water waves. Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng joined hands to swim from the mirror.
Walk out of the open water waves.
Before he finished speaking, the shadows of eighteen golden figures had already broken through the sky and surrounded the purple crocodile ghost king who had already appeared.
"What a powerful illusion, even I was deceived." After the purple crocodile ghost king was frightened, his expression became gloomy again, but he was somewhat hesitant in his heart. The silver-haired boy in front of him was just a Nascent Soul realm.