Great fusion of the heavens

Chapter 65 Ghost Clan! (two chapters in one)
boom--

A heavy punch with great force hit Shenghua's forehead fiercely.

Striking Sheng Hua directly from the sky, like a falling meteorite, hit the ground heavily!
Boom!

The whole person went deep into the soil, smashing the ground into a big hole.

The golem in the sky moved, caught the arm that hadn't landed on the ground, and placed it on his wound.

Instant recovery.

It was as if nothing had happened, but only Wen Peng knew how much mysterious core he had consumed in this simple process!
boom! !

The sturdy puppet landed beside Shenghua, looking forward, without paying attention to the holy way that fell in front of him.

Wenpeng's dragon wings trembled lightly, and landed on the puppet's shoulder. Looking at the bloody, distressed Shenghua in the pit, he said coldly, "Crazy!"

"Aren't you awesome? Come on, let me see if you're crazy again?"

Sheng Hua shook his body and got up from the ground. A big hole was opened in his head by the puppet. The blood couldn't stop flowing into his neck, and his face was dripping.
Now he is like a beggar begging, he was beaten up instead of begging.
His face was ashamed, his chest was sunken, blood was hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his breath was not as strong as before.

Hairy phoenix.

Wen Peng's eyes turned cold: "Demon puppet, kill!"

The golden lines on the puppet's body flashed a glimmer of light, and raised its arms.

In Shenghua's eyes, the dark golden fist was as terrifying as the scythe of death!
Boom!

Fist hard crushed down!

Shenghua twisted his face.

At this time, he has nothing to worry about.

Black air surged out of his hands!

Suddenly met the fist of the puppet!
"It's not that easy to kill me!!"

The black energy surged, and the profound energy that emanated from Shenghua's hand suddenly multiplied several times, and it was all condensed in his hand, as if he was holding a small mountain, and slammed into the fist of the puppet.

"I rely on!"

Even Wen Peng couldn't help being moved by the astonishing aura. With a curse in his heart, the dragon wings swooped heavily behind his back, taking his body into the air.

And that puppet was not so lucky, it was blasted dozens of meters by Shenghua's punch, drawing a hideous and terrifying ravine on the ground, only then did it stabilize its figure.

The whole half of the body is gone.

Wen Peng, who was watching, felt trembling in his heart, this shit is really terrifying!

What is the origin of this black air?

"I remember this thing! I rely on it! I rely on it! Boy, don't worry about this old man!"

Mo Tongtian's anxious voice sounded in Wen Peng's mind: "The old man will be handed over to the puppet and those four guys! Hurry up and go back to the central square!"

"I'm special, this black air, don't be that stuff!"

"Otherwise, I'm afraid it's over!"

Wen Peng was startled, and asked puzzledly, "Old Mo, what are you talking about?"

Mo Tongtian's roar exploded in Wenpeng's mind, shouting so that Wenpeng's whole body exploded: "Hurry up! This is the dead air! The dead air of the ghost clan!"

"Ghost clan! Isn't this special code destroyed by the Wen family? Why is it still there?!"

Wen Peng didn't know what Mo Tongtian was talking about, but from what Mo Tongtian said, he could also hear the seriousness of the matter!
As a peerless power ten thousand years ago, it is definitely not a trivial matter for Mo Tongtian to show such a posture!

"damn it!"

Wen Peng looked at the old man below, gritted his teeth, waved his hand, and injected several mysterious cores into the puppet's body.

This Nima is completely poor!
When he came to Huo Yuntian and the others, Wen Peng said anxiously: "Four big brothers, you cooperated with my puppet and had a fight with Shenghua, an old dog. If you can, just leave me a breath."

"I'm in a hurry right now, please!"

After all, Wen Peng is the giant earthquake of dragon wings, and he used his fastest speed to rush towards the central square!

The entire central square was filled with rotting corpses, and the air was filled with an extremely strong stench.

Shengtian's body is still there, while the suzerain elders of other sects are all dead!None were left, and after Wenpeng defeated Shengtian to upgrade and recover, he didn't care about those people at all.

How did these people die?

Mo Tongtian's words sank: "Damn it, all the dead energy is gone! Those guys really came out!"

Wen Peng asked cautiously: "Old Mo, what exactly are you talking about?"

Mo Tongtian said bitterly: "I don't have time to explain now, let me think about those things."

"Boy! Go to the outer door of your sect! That guy is definitely at the outer door!"

"I, Cao, can't let this guy go out, otherwise, this Xuanyu will be finished sooner or later!"

"it is good!"

Wen Peng nodded, spread his dragon wings and flew towards the direction of the outer door.

Mo Tongtian panicked, secretly sweating for Wenpeng!

"Be sure to catch up!"

"These desperate guys, don't they want to cause a second world catastrophe?"

"The Wen family was there last time, what about this time? These guys are special, the more they think about it, the more angry they get!"

In the blink of an eye, Wen Peng came to the outer gate of the Spirit Sword Sect.

He was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he was speechless!
Corpses were scattered all over the field, and rotting corpses and pitch-black blood were everywhere in sight.

Also, the constantly churning black air!

As far as the eye can see, even if the entire outer door is not finished, it is almost the same!

This is tens of thousands of lives!As soon as he left the central square, he disappeared?
Seeing their death, even Wen Peng felt chills in his heart!

When he came to another world, he killed many people, and he also thought that he was not a good person.But compared with the person who caused the scene in front of him, Wen Peng felt that he was a great benevolent person!

Those people who killed themselves didn't even get a fraction of these!

I shuddered from the bottom of my heart!
Mo Tongtian sighed: "It's better to be a step late."

Wen Peng asked: "Old Mo, what happened?"

Mo Tongtian said: "Did you see the black air?"

Wen Peng nodded.

"This thing is called dead air!"

"After death, death energy will be produced. There is a race in Xuanyu, which cultivates by absorbing death energy. It is the ghost race."

"The more people die, the stronger the ghost clan will be. It's not even a problem to go from Xuanzhe to Xuandi within a day!"

"Tens of thousands of years ago, it was these ghost races that wreaked havoc, and the entire Xuanyu was immersed in boundless slaughter. Tens of millions of people died at the hands of ghost clans every day."

"Later, the upper plane of the Xuanyu directly activated the Dao of Heaven to erase the entire Xuanyu. If the Wen family hadn't stood up and forced the punishment from the upper plane, the entire Xuanyu would cease to exist!"

"And the Wen family also killed all the ghost clans, but the big ghost kings were really powerful, so they had to seal them. There are still some scattered ghost clans wandering in Xuanyu."

"I said, why is this power so familiar? There must be a ghost king in the body of the kid who beat you!"

"Damn, are these guys really willing to cause the next world catastrophe and destroy the entire Xuanyu at once?!"

Mo Tongtian gritted his teeth and said: "At that time, our Demon Clan commanded the entire Xuanyu, in order to kill all these things in the Xuanyu! Otherwise, even a young general will set off a bloodbath!"

Hearing these words, Wen Peng was all terrified!
Wenpeng had heard about the Great Tribulation from Mo Tongtian, but he never knew what was going on, so it turned out to be so?
Ghost clan, writer.
Just when Wen Peng was thinking about something, Yang Yue's figure appeared in Wen Peng's eyes.

"Yang Yue, why are you here?"

Yang Yue spread his hands and said, "Master asked me to come here. It seems that something important happened."

Wen Peng nodded and said: "It is indeed a big event, the ghost clan has come out."

"Ghost tribe?"

Mo Tongtian said: "Unfortunately, let this guy run away!"

In the entire outer gate of the Spirit Sword Sect, no one was seen.

Only densely packed corpses were seen.

The illusory body of Spirit Sword Daoist appeared beside Yang Yue, and he looked at the outer door with serious eyes: "My Spirit Sword Sect has fallen to such an extent."

Thinking back to the time when Spirit Sword Daoist ruled the Xuanyu, the Spirit Sword Sect was also innumerable strong, but thousands of years have passed, even the former overlord has become like this.

Mo Tongtian hurriedly said: "Old man Lingjian! You!"

Daoist Spirit Sword smiled without saying a word.

Then, in a dark corner, just then came out a vague figure.

This figure is the old man. At this time, he seems to have a substantial body, even the skin has appeared, but the lower body is still floating in mid-air, and it is also in the state of soul, which is indeed stronger than Spirit Sword Daoist Not a lot!

The old man looked at the real Lingjian floating beside Yang Yue, with a flash of greed in his eyes, rolled his tongue, and said sinisterly: "Hey, although the soul of the master of the sky has become like this , but it should still be a great tonic, right?!"

"Jie Jie Jie-"

Master Spirit Sword looked at the figure of the old man, and said in a deep voice, "The guy who was in that kid's body before was you, right?"

"Ghost King Blood Brake?"

The old man smiled coldly and said, "No, no, I'm not some ghost king."

"Master Ghost King is so powerful, how can you people see it? Hehe!"

"However, the tens of thousands of dead soldiers of our ghost clan really want to meet you! Jie Jie Jie!"

Black air spread out from the old man bit by bit, like water flowing slowly.

Mo Tongtian roared: "Old man Lingjian! Hurry back into that kid's body!"

Daoist Lingjian is not like ghosts, even if they are soul bodies, they can swallow death energy and strengthen themselves.But after 1 years, the soul body of Spirit Sword Daoist is in danger of being destroyed!
If it is captured and absorbed by the people of the ghost clan, I'm afraid.
Die!
Spirit Sword Daoist smiled, and with a movement of his fingers, a sword intent burst out from between his fingers.

"Although it has become like this, the old man is still not comparable to you, understand?"

Sword intent move.

This sword intent looks ordinary and simple, not even a sword intent, more like a rushing air wave.

However, it contains Spirit Sword Daoist's perception of swords for nearly ten thousand years!
With a sword out, heaven and earth cry!

The eyes of the old man Xuesha changed.

(End of this chapter)