Become a fairy alone

Chapter 760 Ghost Yao!

"What a big tone. In hundreds of years, you are still the first one who dares to threaten Blood Lion City like this." The blood lion patriarch was furious when he heard the words, "Don't say that you don't know if the person you are looking for is in Blood Lion City, even if Even if I know, it is impossible to give you a ghost clan."

Lu Xiaotian heaved a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that he was a little frightened when he saw the mysterious nightmare ghost king killing the green-robed old man and the tenth-level demon eagle one after another. The blood lion ancestor is a human monk after all. Sometimes there are two more arms.

There are thousands of monks watching from below, if the Xuanmao Ghost King is allowed to search the city for a while, the Blood Lion Patriarch will lose face.

"Jie Jie, this old man has not slaughtered a city for hundreds of years. Since you are looking for death, this old man will fulfill you." Xuanyan Ghost King laughed strangely.

"Big words!" The man in white had a violent temper, he couldn't hold back at first, stretched out his hand, and a square sky golden seal rose wildly.

The golden seal of the sky covered the dark clouds in the distance, and the golden light burst out, as if the sky was about to be crushed.

The woman in white held out a blue guzheng, stretched out her fingers and flicked it, and the guzheng flew forward, one to the left and one to the right of Fang Tian Jinyin, the guzheng played in the air, and the strings of the zither plucked by itself, making people dizzy and dizzy. Issued from the zither.

"Blood sea lion domain!" Facing the ghost king Xuanmao in front of him, the ancestor of the blood lion looked a lot more dignified. He spit out a number in his mouth coldly, opened his mouth and spat out a small white bottle, and the small white bottle fell, like a large amount of blood. The liquid poured out from it, and in the blink of an eye, it had spread to a range of more than ten kilometers in the air, and the blood wave rolled.The turbulent waves hit the shore, hitting the dark cloud above the sky.

Seeing this scene, the blood lion under the ancestor of the blood lion looked up and wailed.

Lu Xiaotian also covered his ears, but his eyes were fixed on watching the scene where the Yuanying Patriarch in the air fought against the Xuanyan Ghost King.Given his status, it was not easy to see Nascent Soul cultivators fight with their own eyes.

As for the others, they either showed a look of excitement on their faces, or they were terrified, lest they would be affected by the battle between the Yuanying Patriarch and the ghost clan.This is not a joke, even if it is hit by a small mess of force, it may be the end of body and spirit.Especially those monks who established the foundation, and monks in the Qi refining period.Once affected, it is almost certain to die.

The blood lion patriarch and the others shot with a majestic momentum, far exceeding Lu Xiaotian's imagination, but seeing the cloudy cloud that was as motionless as a mountain on the opposite side, Lu Xiaotian had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Ghost Yao!" Sure enough, Lu Xiaotian's speculation didn't last long, and the tumbling cloud spit out two words coldly.

The size of a fist, the green eyes are as cold as a ten thousand year cold pool.

The cloud rolled for a while, and a black round ball with a radius of only a few feet slowly left from the cloud, and then gradually rose.

Lu Xiaotian looked from a distance, as if a round of black sun was rising in the sky, the black ball didn't look big, but the blood lion city, which covers a vast area, looked extremely small under the reflection of the black ball.

Under the light of one after another silk thread, it is like the light emitted by the black sun.

Under the reflection of the black sun, the bloody sea lion field that sizzled, churned, and turbulent waves began to transpire at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.It turned into puffs of white gas and disappeared.

And the Fangtian Jinyin and the cyan guzheng seemed to be unable to withstand the sun's exposure, and the golden light of the Yantian Jinyin was constantly eaten away by the black silk thread.The sharp sound made by the cyan zither in the air seemed to have turned into whimpers.

"What?" Patriarch Blood Lion, men and women in white all changed expression, as if it was difficult to accept the scene in front of them.Their faces were blushing, and monstrous magic power surged, as if they were going to prop up another piece of sky under the black sun, with golden light and guzheng playing wildly.The sea of ​​blood rolled, and the wild lion howled.

The sun-like black silk thread seemed to fade away, but soon, it was shrouded again.

Seeing the black sun gradually rising, and the endless darkness covering it, which would cover the entire Blood Lion City in a blink of an eye, Lu Xiaotian's face sank like water.A light red light flashed behind him, his wings moved slightly, and the man quickly jumped out of the Blood Lion City. He had a feeling that if the black sun covered the entire Blood Lion City and locked him, he would just want to escape from the city. There is no escape.

In a hurry, Lu Xiaotian glanced back, a large number of Qi refining monks were illuminated by the black sun, and the ghostly aura covered the sky.The bodies of thousands of monks in the Qi refining period began to melt like ice and snow.

The shrill screams joined together.These melted Qi-refining monks turned into traces of gloomy ghostly aura. Occasionally, a few monks, due to their higher cultivation, only melted their flesh and blood, and turned into half-dismembered or complete bones. Phosphorus fire is full of mistakes.It seemed to be a skeleton with extremely low spiritual awareness.

In the far sky, under the black sun, Blood Lion City has been completely shrouded in eerie aura.And the blood lion patriarch in mid-air, men and women in white clothes.At this time, it was like bathing in the black as black sunlight, the body surface was covered with a layer of black, and the specific appearance could no longer be seen clearly, but from the drastic changes in their movements, it could be seen that several people were struggling in extreme pain.

Lu Xiaotian felt an unprecedented panic in his heart. In the entire Blood Lion City, those surviving Golden Core cultivators ran away desperately, and many of them escaped from the city early. These people fled in all directions, lest they stay in Blood Lion City for a moment longer .

In the barren mountains and wild ridges, the monsters are frightened and the monsters are running.The surrounding spiritual trees and spiritual grasses are withering and losing their vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye.The original lush and lush Blood Lion City and the surrounding area for hundreds of miles have become desolate.

The originally vibrant city is now like a purgatory.The monks who had no time to escape all disappeared under the black sun, or turned into half-disabled skeletons.

The power of the ghost king in the late stage is so great!The desolation in Lu Xiaotian's heart is that at this time, he is like a mustard under the other party's fierce power.

In mid-air, the bodies of Patriarch Blood Lion, his spirit beast Blood Lion, and men and women in white have already begun to melt, leaving only the legs below the waist still struggling.

Behind Lu Xiaotian, the Bat King's wings slammed.No more chances, just want to run as far away as possible, the farther away from this terrifying Xuanmai ghost king, the better.

"Do you think you can escape?" Xuanmai Ghost King's voice came from behind, very ethereal.

There was a chill behind Lu Xiaotian's back, but there was a sneer in his heart. Although you are powerful, it is by no means that no one can cure you. Could it be that you really regard yourself as a cultivator of Huashen? Not you ghosts.

Mountains and rivers are receding at an alarming speed, Wushang City is getting closer and closer, being chased by the mysterious nightmare ghost king, there is almost no way to go to the sky, and there is no way to enter the ground. At this time, except for Wushang City, Lu Xiaotian really has nowhere to escape a feeling of.What the hell is that Yin-devouring ghost wheel, which is worthy of such a big fight by the Xuanmao ghost king?

(End of this chapter)