The fog is hidden in ghosts.

Outside the palace wall, inside a certain palace.

Su Xing's figure appeared almost out of thin air, standing in the royal palace at the top of a tower.

And the ghosts in this palace reacted very quickly.

Almost the moment Su Xing appeared, all the ghosts were noticed, and five white-clothed ghost-exorcist appeared around Su Xing and surrounded him.

Five white-clothed ghost-exorcist are equivalent to five second-level gods.

This power is so strong that it is enough to make people frightened.

However, Su Xing looked as calm as water, as if he had not noticed the huge danger around him.

"The bold evil spirit dares to trek into the palace. Today, I will definitely tell you that there will be no return."

A white-clothed ghost-exorcist was yelling.

It was obvious that he was full of ghosts but looked righteous.

Su Xing is no longer surprised by this scene.

Apart from the man in blood-clothed clothes and the Blood Ancestor, the worldview of other ghosts has been completely distorted.

There is no reason to say.

Su Xing takes action.

The fire of the void swept quickly with him as the center.

In the end, the entire palace was directly spread throughout.

Five white-clothed ghost-exorcist people, as well as countless ghosts, were all in the sea of ​​fire.

The fire in the void at this moment was extremely powerful. Even the five white-clothed ghost-exorcist were wiped out after persisting for a while, while the other ghosts instantly turned into powder.

Soon, Su Xing was the only one left in the entire palace.

He took a step forward and appeared in a palace, and soon put the immortal substance weighing more than a thousand kilograms in the palace into the storage bag.

Then, Su Xing went to the next royal palace.

His own cultivation is still at the ninth level of the God King realm.

There is no change in the aspects of Taoism and Dharma.

The only change is that he can now mobilize the special spatial power in the Mist Hidden Ghost City to transform it into his own use.

This alone makes him become unfathomable.

Its combat power level is also infinitely improved.

Even if it is a white-clothed ghost-exorcist, it is not enough to see in front of him.

Next, Su Xing took all the immortal substances in the nearby royal palace with extremely high efficiency.

After the royal palace in the nearby area was "emptied", there were already tens of thousands of kilograms of immortal substance in Su Xing's storage bag. Perhaps no one could get more from Yan Chongtian than him.

"Wow!"

Su Xing took a step forward, stood above the sky, and looked at the palace from afar.

At this time, the battle in the palace was not over.

But it is also approaching the end.

Su Xing could sense that Yan Chongtian steadily had the upper hand, with a strong and majestic momentum. With every move, the man in the blood-colored robe was breathless and could not resist, and retreated step by step.

But suddenly, the man in the bloody robe went crazy.

His body expanded rapidly and he actually chose to self-destruct! Even Yan Chongtian immediately pulled back.

He and the man in the blood-colored robe were in the same realm, one was the ninth-level god and the other was the ninth-level ghost.

A ninth-level ghost king exploded himself, and his power was so powerful that it was incalculable.

Even Yan Chongtian dared not bear the terrifying explosion.

But, since the man in the blood-colored robe was crazy and was about to explode himself, how could he not have some preparation?

He wanted to take Yan Chongtian to bury him.

He wants to die together.

"Wow!"

On the palace wall, thick columns of air rose into the sky.

The black air column exudes a monstrous ghost aura.

Soon, a huge formation was formed quickly.

Yan Chongtian was trapped in the palace.

The formations in the palace are extraordinary. Even Yan Chongtian needs to take some effort to smash them. However, what he lacks the most now is time.

"Those who insult me ​​will die!"

The man in the bloody roar made his last roar.

Immediately afterwards, his rapidly expanding body exploded.

In an instant, a terrifying light quickly spread around, swallowing everything along the way.

The Golden Palace was shattered, and many palaces and buildings were gone.

You should know that every grass, tree, brick and stone in the palace is strong and immortal because it is blessed by immortal substances.

But at this moment, it turned into nothing like tofu.

Even the Golden Palace, which was made of a large amount of immortal matter, was torn and torn.

Too scary.

At this moment, countless divine cultivators in the Misty Ghost City felt the terrifying aura of power in the palace, and they were all shocked and unable to control themselves.

And countless ghosts cried and wailed loudly.

The man in blood-clothed clothes was smart and cruel.

He knew that if he died again, Yan Chongtian would demolish the Golden Palace and take away the immortal substance.

Anyway, he can't be resurrected.

He simply destroyed himself and wanted to bring Yan Chongtian to be buried with him.

At this time, Yan Chongtian had retreated to the edge of the palace wall, but the formation barrier behind him prevented him from getting out of trouble.

Yan Chongtian, who has always been calm and composed, was also a little anxious this time.

He took a deep breath, took out many life-saving cards from the storage bag, and was ready to try his best to resist. He guessed that even if he did not die, he would suffer a severe blow.

"Is it actually going to capsize in the gutter?"

Yan Chongtian smiled helplessly.

And, at this moment, Yan Chongtian was shocked to find that a hole was suddenly torn open in the formation barrier behind him.

"..." Yan Chongtian was stunned.

How strong this formation barrier is, he has tried it just now.

With his strength, he could not do it, and he could smash it with one blow.

But now, it is actually split quietly?

Just when Yan Chongtian felt that he might be the son of the Heavenly Dao and had a deep blessing, an inappropriate voice sounded: "Sect Master Yan, if you don't come out at this time, when will you wait?"

"..." Yan Chongtian admitted that he was thinking too much.

Someone rescued the relationship! "Swish!"

He flashed and left the palace. Behind him, a terrifying light completely submerged the noble and luxurious palace.

The entire fog hidden ghost was trembling violently at this moment.

Countless ghosts cried in sorrow.

The divine cultivators of all races were shocked.

Even Su Xing and Yan Chongtian looked at the terrible fluctuations of power in the palace, feeling moved.

After all, he was a nine-level ghost king after all, a high-ranking existence.

How many people dream of their ability and cultivation?

But now, he just died like this.

"If you don't become a god's ancestor, you will be an ant after all!"

Yan Chongtian murmured.

If you think about it carefully, with his current cultivation level, his greatest pursuit is indeed to become the God Ancestor.

For the last great realm in the divine way.

Who else is not eager for it?

Becoming a god and becoming an ancestor is the ultimate goal of hundreds of millions of gods in the divine world.

But few people can achieve it.
Chapter completed!