In the dark and rich sea of ​​yin energy, a strange ghost with a cat head, a bat body, and a scorpion tail was surrounded by yin energy, hiding in the void. Although he spoke in his mouth, the sound was heard from another direction, which was extremely strange.

This shows how cautious this guy is.

However, it never imagined that someone had discovered its whereabouts and was approaching quietly.

When it reacted, a faint green fire had already rushed over, floating in the air, like swaying green lotus, exuding a faint coolness.

"What is this?"

The extremely weird ghost saint was so scared that the dead souls were all hiding. Before he could think too much about how the other party discovered its whereabouts, this question flashed through his mind, his body had already moved, and the bat wings swept into a gloomy black light and escaped.

Unfortunately, Ye Mo had already prepared. As soon as it escaped, it hit the spinning Xufeng Green Lotus. The lotus petals bloomed with cold green light, rotating and cutting, with amazing sharpness.

"not good!"

As soon as he got out of the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den, the strange ghost saint ran into the green lotus and felt depressed. However, he still reacted very quickly and sprayed a black light, facing the Xufeng Qinglian.

I don’t know what this black light was, but under the urging of the weird ghost saint, he crashed into Xufeng Qinglian without fear and had a head-on fight.

Ye Mo, who was controlling Xufeng Qinglian not far away, looked shaking, and also controlled Xufeng Qinglian, and rushed forward without dodging.

"when!"

A loud roar, the green lotus light burst out, dazzling and dazzling. The dazzling person couldn't open his eyes, and the black light continued to gush out a flurry of yin energy, and he hit Xufeng Qinglian with all his strength.

Although the Xufeng Green Lotus is a magic weapon made of wood-attributed spiritual materials, it is extremely affinity with wind attributes and can control and release very powerful wind-type magic. At this moment, its lotus leaves are wrapped with a layer of breeze, turning into an extremely sharp wind blade, rotating and slashing on the black light, emitting a deafening sound of gold and iron.

In the last blow, Black Light and Xufeng Qinglian flew backwards, regardless of whether they were up or down, and their respective masters were slightly shocked with their minds.

The next moment, Ye Mo's last blow had already hit the side of the weird saint.

The fusion of Yin and Yang Xianxiang Xianxiang Xian thunder and Purple Qi Cloud Flame, the light and fire of the fire of the world is like lightning. Taking advantage of the moment when the strange ghost holy mind shook, it was like a thunder of heavenly thunder, and it struck it on its body, slashing it away, and a disgusting stench spread out at the same time.

The strange ghost saint was extremely frightened and flew hundreds of feet away with the flying momentum. His eyes were shining with cold light and fierceness was very fierce.

All the fight ended in an instant. When the weird ghost saint stopped, Old Yang also arrived here, and a crescent moon mark appeared on his eyebrows. His whole body was covered by a layer of faint moonlight, making the yin energy difficult to invade.

The weird ghost holy glared at Old Yang viciously, and the scorpion tail touched the back and wiped the wound. He raised it in front of him and took a look. A pair of ghost eyes narrowed and looked at Ye Mo and Old Yang.

"I don't know why you two dare to come here alone, but you no longer have the chance to regret it."

The weird ghost sneer suddenly sneered, his eyes as if he was looking at someone dead.

"Noisy."

Ye Mo snorted coldly, and a large area of ​​gloomy black mist rose all over his body. With a wave of his hand, a black light flew out from his wrist, dripping in the air, and buckled his head towards the strange ghost holy head.

The black light returned to the strange ghost holy claws, and it was a dark ghost weapon trident that was covered with patterns. Seeing Ye Mo sacrificed the "Magic weapon", it also sacrificed the trident without hesitation.

A loud "dang" exploded, and the strange ghost holy body shook violently, widening his ghost's eyes incredibly, and then caught the trident that flew backwards.

With one blow, the black light shrouded in the "Magic Artifact" also dissipated, and the "Magic Artifact" sacrificed by Ye Mo also showed its true appearance.

What is shocking is that this is not a magic weapon of righteousness, but a bracelet. However, this bracelet is actually a pure ghost weapon based on the heads of six demon holy sects and sacrificed with the secret method of ghost path. It is surprisingly powerful!

"You... are you a human or a ghost?"

The weird ghost saint blurted out.

The human race does not have no ghost skills, and there are still many such people in the West Sea cultivation world, but that is no longer considered a human race, and the human race will not admit it.

Ye Mo was very strange. Although he was a cultivator in the Immortal City Alliance of the Human Race, he practiced ghost skills and magic. What’s even more strange is that Ye Mo did not have a trace of death energy, but only pure yin energy, which made the weird ghost saint very puzzled.

Ye Mo did not answer the strange ghost saint's doubts, and reached out to pinch his hand and pointed it over the bracelet again. Suddenly, the demon saint skull bracelet stirred the yin energy of the sky, carrying the power of the collapsed mountains and broken mountains, and swept a large piece of yin energy and collided away.

Ye Mo took action too quickly, and the bracelet attack was astonishingly fast, and the weird ghost saint had no time to dodge.

"Bang!"

The bracelet shines with a gloomy black light. With the impact, it actually shattered the weird ghost saint and turned into a pool of dirty blood!

Seeing this, Ye Mo and Mr. Yang were both surprised.

But then, the scattered dirty blood suddenly shook and twisted, and then turned into a group of ghost bats that were half a palm-sized and broken and ferocious, flying to another place with a slim edge, reorganized and condensed into a weird ghost saint.

Ye Mo and Old Yang looked at each other, their eyes becoming more serious. Ye Mo knew how powerful this ghost weapon he had worked hard to sacrifice was. An ordinary god-level creature was hit by a frontal blow and was in danger of falling. The ghost saint actually looked like he was not injured.

The ghost clan is indeed very strange, and it may not be easy to kill.

The strange ghost saint showed unspeakable resentment in his eyes. Although it escaped a disaster and was not scattered, it actually suffered a heavy blow, which was very uncomfortable at this moment.

Ye Mo and Mr. Yang did not intend to give the ghost saint time to recover. Seeing that he was not dead, he took action at the same time, intending to fight and decide quickly.

But the weird ghost saint did not think of fighting against two at all. Suddenly, he screamed and transformed into a sea of ​​yin energy and disappeared soon. Soon, a gloomy and cold voice came: "Retreat in the valley and defend according to the formation."

"not good."

Old Yang frowned, and Ye Mo's face was also gloomy.

The two were silent for a while, and finally Ye Mo said, "They can't last long to attack the valley, but they must be fast. I always feel that they are waiting for something."

The ghost clan retreated, and the alliance's immortal army naturally pushed forward, and soon surrounded the exits above the valley, casting spells and activated magic weapons to keep bombarding.

Ye Mo and Old Yang were not idle either. Old Yang used the moon blade weapon to slash at the defensive formation of the ghost clan. The moonlight shone brightly and gushed, and its power was released to the extreme. Every time he cut it down, the ghost clan formation trembled slightly.

Ye Mo also sacrificed the Demon Saint skull bracelet, causing him to shoot out creeping black lights, which was earth-shaking, and was not worse than Old Yang's Moon Blade Magic.

Deep in the valley.

The weird ghost saint's face looked extremely ugly. A large group of ghost tribes from ten to twelve levels gathered around them. Behind them was a strange tree that was ten feet tall and tall, with only two or thirty leaves on each branch, but each one had a big head, and there were ******* faces, with a torment, struggling and roaring.

Further down there is a small cave opened along the mountain. Two ferocious ghosts with a body of five feet long, covered with scales and mottled bodies, and two rotten bone demon crocodiles that have reached the thirteenth level!

There was a figure sitting cross-legged on the back of one of the rotten bone demon crocodiles. The figure was snow-white all over, without any trace of color, but it was surrounded by colorful colors, showing a bit of exquisiteness and holiness.

This white shadow was the skeleton ghost clan who had just blocked the attack of the golden crossbow arrow.

Seeing that the formation could not be supported for long, the strange ghost saint could not help but turn around and sweep away a group of ghost clans and walk straight towards the two rotten bone demon crocodiles.

The two rotten bone demon crocodiles who were closing their eyes and taking a nap sensed the arrival of the weird ghost saint, and opened their eyes at the weird ghost saint with cold eyes, and issued a warning.

"The two guardian brothers, I wonder when the Saint of Crocodile will come out of seclusion? I can't stand it anymore."

Seeing the warning in the eyes of the two rotten bone demon crocodiles, the weird ghost saint said with a wry smile.

"have no idea."

The rotten bone demon crocodile on the left said coldly.

"The guardian of the center point of the formation is of your strength? A group of human races beat you all back and shrank?"

The rotten bone demon crocodile on the right said sarcastically.

The weird ghost saint is also a fourteenth-level ghost saint. He was so ridiculed by two rotten bone demon crocodiles who were above the first level of their own. Although he didn't dare to do anything, his face turned cold and said, "It's only the late stage of the 14th level, which is equivalent to the sixth level of the God Transformation. There is a fifth level of the God Transformation and a seventh level of the God Transformation. How can I resist it?"

“So tricky?”

The two rotten bone demon crocodiles immediately did not dare to mock and underestimate them anymore, and also realized the seriousness of the problem, but after looking at each other, they shook their heads.

"Two..."

The weird ghost sage was anxious and urged coldly.

"You ask the young master, we can't bear the anger that angers that angered Lord Crocodile Saint, and we will be chopped off and cooked soup."

The rotten bone demon crocodile on the right said.

"Young Master..."

Although the weird ghost saint is a fourteenth-level ghost saint, facing the colorful skeleton on the back of the rotten bone demon crocodile, he could only call the young master obediently, even though the other party was only level ten...

"What are you worried about? My brother-in-law is out of seclusion now."

Two blue ghost fires suddenly appeared in the eyes of the colorful skull, and his spiritual sense emitted a voice transmission.

It can be seen from the sound of the divine consciousness that this colorful skeleton is very young, like a mortal in her twenties.

Hearing the answer from the colorful skeleton, the weird ghost saint was overjoyed and knew that the attack of the Immortal City Alliance had failed and his own formation point was also held.

As soon as this thought flashed through my mind, a low and powerful voice came from the cave: "Why are you so noisy?"

Although the voice was dull, it made the weird ghost saint, the two rotten bone demon crocodiles tremble, and only the colorful skeletons were calm and there was no change.

"Benzi Saint, the Immortal City Alliance sent a large army to attack the valley. The leader was a fifth-level god-transforming god-transforming god-transforming god-transforming god-transforming two great monks."

The weird ghost saint quickly reported the report and was also expelling himself.

"snort!"

A cold snorted from the cave, and then a tragic gust of wind blew out, followed by a cloudy and miserable ghost mist that rushed out quickly and flew towards the edge of the valley.

"Close the formation!"

A voice came from afar.

"Abide by the order!"

The weird ghost saint agreed happily, and quickly spit out a small ghost weapon nameplate, and a ghost energy was sent into it. Suddenly, the entire valley formation opened up, and the ghost mist rushed out, stirring the yin energy of the sky, blowing the magic shields of countless immortal soldiers into a dying state, and retreating all of them. For a moment, the top of the valley was empty.

The vast and surging ghost fog disappeared, and the figure inside appeared.

This figure is about stairs tall, with a huge body, covered with black and shiny scales. Although he was standing, the head of the neck was not a human head, but a crocodile head. The beast's eyes were cold and extremely ferocious, covered with a black cloak. When he stood there, he had a great majesty.

"You human race..."

The cold gaze of the Netherwamp Crocodile Saint swept over Old Yang, and a sneer appeared on his face. Then his eyes turned to Ye Mo. In an instant, its voice suddenly stuck, and its breathing became a little heavier.

After a long time, the Crocodile Saint of the Netherworld slowly said: "I didn't expect to see you again."
Chapter completed!