Become a Fairy

Xiang Donglai, who commanded the battle in the distance, recovered from the astonishing scene in front of him, and only then did he know why the ancestor Xiang Huaxin was so polite to the great master Dongfang in front of him. It turns out that those who can really suppress the purple crocodile ghost are these eighteen war-god-like puppets controlled by the Great Master of the East.

"Ghost Lord Purple Crocodile, shrink your head like a turtle, and dare not fight!" Xiang Donglai, as the commander of the battle, knew Lu Xiaotian's intention at the first time, and immediately issued an order, thousands of human monks shouted in unison.

To the ghost race, the torrent of voices was more powerful than the blow of arrows flying through the air. Even if the ghosts don't want to believe it. But the eighteen golden men had already wreaked havoc on several huge ghost boats, and there were many casualties on them. The cold reality was a hundred times colder than slogans.

"Boy, you're looking for death!" Purple Crocodile Guijun hid under the rolling bone wheel, his eyes were full of murderous intent. Originally, he planned to hide for a while as much as possible and use the large formation to absorb more ghost power. But judging from the current situation, if I don't show up in time, I'm afraid the defeat will come faster than I imagined. Although this silver-haired boy is only a Nascent Soul, he is bold and careful. It's impossible for me to hide for a while.

Even when the eighteen golden men attacked several bone warships of the ghost clan, Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng were not alone, and they were always under the protection of the eighteen golden men.

"Even though the Eighteen Jinren's combat power is impressive, the reaction speed of the Nascent Soul cultivator is limited after all. Even if he can't kill him with one blow, he will injure him severely and repeat it once or twice."

Zi Crocodile Ghost Lord snorted coldly, for the current situation, he naturally had expected it a long time ago, as long as he repeated it once or twice, he could kill Lu Xiaotian or Xiang Qingcheng. Not to mention the bone warships in front of him, even with ten or even dozens of times more losses, Zi Crocodile Ghost Lord would not even blink his brows.

And choosing to hide between these bone wheels can also use the extremely strong ghost aura here to cover up one's own aura to the greatest extent. Since the last time he suffered the loss of the eighteen golden men in the ice cave, the purple crocodile ghost came back, and it was not unprepared.

In the sky, the morale of the human monks was like a rainbow. Xiang Kuang's defensive power was amazing, but he refined some dragon yuan, and his strength went up to a higher level. He was a ghost king of the true meaning level, and he was extremely embarrassing under Xiang Kuang's hands. At this time, the purple crocodile ghost crushed a gray amber-like ball in his hand. A gray breath completely covered up the purple crocodile ghost. The purple crocodile ghost turned into a wounded white bone falcon, the cultivation base of the ghost king in the middle stage. Mixed in a group of falcons rushing to help.

"Three soul-transforming primordial spirits, some of them look like demon deer in the snowy land, and two are extremely strange."

The purple crocodile ghost suddenly became a little suspicious. As far as he knew, except for a few who participated in this battle, the rest had already perished. Where did it come from? Could it be that the silver-haired boy is just like himself, setting up suspicious formations, and only waiting for himself to fall into a trap, he will join forces with other cultivators of transforming spirits to attack him?

The purple crocodile ghost naturally didn't know that Lu Xiaotian actually had three spirits in his body, three old monsters, the snowy demon deer, the real ghost fire, and the dragon and lion. Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng let the Eighteen Jins slaughter the army of the ghost clan, and hit the ghost clan at the most critical place, but the same. Lu Xiaotian will not relax his vigilance in the slightest because of this.

With the help of the dragons and lions, help him guard against sneak attacks from all around. After all, what he had to face was Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord, a super strong man who could kill the cultivator of Huashen, so there was no room for sloppyness. The Eighteen Jins may be able to withstand his blow, but he, especially Xiang Qingcheng, is far from being able to withstand the attack of the purple crocodile ghost.

It's just that on the chaotic battlefield at this time, there are fighting humans and ghosts everywhere. A large number of ghosts and birds are flying everywhere, and dangers are everywhere. After all, the deer in the snowy area are only in the state of primordial spirit at this time, and they are still worse than the purple crocodile ghost. Under the breath, it is extremely difficult to find the purple crocodile ghost.

"It turned out to be just a bluff." Soon, the purple crocodile ghost sneered, he killed the snowy demon deer with his own hands, and the opponent's primordial spirit appeared here, probably because the opponent used some unique means.

After understanding the reason, the white-bone falcon transformed by the purple crocodile ghost rushed towards Xiang Qingcheng with a whoosh. Picking the persimmon softly, between the silver-haired boy in front of him and Xiang Qingcheng, it is obvious that the silver-haired boy controls more golden people. And Xiang Qingcheng's strength is relatively weaker. If he can take the opportunity to kill him and stop giving the silver-haired boy a chance, the situation will be settled like this.

"Here we come, but the speed is too fast!" The Snowy Demon Deer and the Dragon and Lion spotted the purple crocodile ghost at almost the same time, and immediately sounded a warning to Lu Xiaotian. But just as these two old monsters said, as the old monster who transformed himself into a god, the purple crocodile ghost, under the full burst of speed, Lu Xiaotian could dodge with the instant mirror, but Xiang Qingcheng might not be able to react.

Even if he could barely escape with his life, he might be seriously injured. At the level of the purple crocodile ghost, even if he was only swept away by the aftermath of his attack, it was not something a Nascent Soul cultivator could easily bear.

"Die!" The purple crocodile ghost stretched out his palm and slapped the void, almost covering the space with a radius of one hundred feet, streaks of purple light were like sharp knives, cutting frantically in this airspace. The monstrous ghost aura and the shock of the attack made the attacking human race tremble, and the declining momentum of the ghost army also rose again. Especially seeing that Lu Xiaotian, who was still boastful before, was directly smashed into pieces by the purple crocodile ghost, compared with the clamor of the previous invitation to fight, it undoubtedly formed a sharp contrast.

Heck, Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng were cut to pieces with terrified expressions by the purple light like a sharp knife, but there was no smell of blood at all.

"I've been fooled, how is it possible!" Purple Crocodile Guijun's eyes popped out, the facial expressions of Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng in front of him must not be faked, and these two guys have always been in his sight, how could it be possible in his eyes? Cheating under the nose? How could a mere Nascent Soul cultivator have such means, and where did the opponent go?

"Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord, you really have a good trick!" Lu Xiaotian's voice shook again, and at this time, an ancient mirror appeared in the void, and the space around the ancient mirror was rippling like water waves. Walk out of the open water waves.

Before the words were finished, the shadow of the Eighteen Dao Jinmen had already pierced through the air, and surrounded the purple crocodile ghost who had already appeared.

"It's such a powerful illusion, it even fooled me." After the purple crocodile ghost was frightened, his face became gloomy again, but he was somewhat hesitant in his heart. It's a little too evil.