Martial Saint!

At the same time.

In a forest.

Wang Xian and Lin Xia were like two streams of light, one black and one white, with their spears and swords intersecting.

At the beginning, both of them used the "Mountain King Asking the Way Fist", sometimes shrinking the ground into an inch, sometimes the mountain king worshiping the moon, and they won and lost.

But later they found that they were all taught by the same master, and they couldn't break each other's moves, so they turned into a cold weapon confrontation.

Fuyun Xiaoyao Dao is better at speed, and with Wang Xian's lightning-fast spearmanship, Lin Xia was forced to retreat.

And Lin Xia's kingly way is to open and close, with a long sword than hers, split Huashan with force, unstoppable!

After the hearty battle, Lin Xia was still slightly better.

Wang Xian smiled and said, "Senior sister is still amazing."

Lin Xia put away her knife and stood with her arms crossed: "Junior brother, you are also growing very fast. If I hadn't comprehended the killer move [Flying Star] of "Feitian Qiongqi Body" and improved my body skills, it would be hard to say who would win or lose. Damn it, you and Junior Brother, each one is more perverted than the other. The new generation is replacing the old one. I will soon fall out of favor."

Wang Xian shrugged: "No, you are Master's little cotton-padded jacket."

Lin Xia: "Master doesn't know when to find a master's wife for us."

Wang Xian and Lin Xia were both raised by Wang Changming since childhood. The relationship is more like a father than a master.

Therefore, even if Lu Chenzhou has better talent, Old Wang will not show too much pampering, and always treats them equally.

Suddenly, Wang Xian's brows tightened, and the long spear stabbed towards the void behind him.

The spear head that pierced gold and split stone was held by a pair of white jade hands, with long red nails, exuding a bewitching beauty.

In the void, a deep red crack appeared, and a strange mist poured out from the crack, instantly covering a radius of several miles.

"Not good, being able to travel through the void and create a large-scale ghost den, I'm afraid it is a great ghost king-level existence." Wang Xian retracted his spear.

Lin Xia also found something strange. She raised her eyebrows, swept across with domineering power, swept away the mist, held a long knife in her hand, and chopped down with the power of the gold element of heaven and earth.

The knife pressed horizontally, transforming into a blood-colored giant tiger.

Tiger Demon Soul-breaking Knife·Red Tiger Roaring Sun!

This is the lower-level magic-level knife technique she has mastered, which has been perfected, and she has comprehended a killing move that can mobilize the power of heaven and earth.

Under this knife, even a master of the final realm would not be able to fight hard.

However, a figure with disheveled hair in a big red robe suddenly walked out of the crack in the void.

"Don't overestimate your own abilities!" The Red Sorrow Ghost King pushed forward with his right hand, and the blood-colored mist rolled in, gathering into a blood-colored ancient umbrella.

The red tiger hit the blood-colored ancient umbrella and was bounced back violently, disappearing into thin air.

Seeing this scene, Lin Xia's face turned fierce, and she sent a message to Wang Xian: "Junior brother, help me hold this demon king for a moment, I still have a trump card of the master that has not been used."

Wang Changming gave each disciple three trump cards, but Wang Xian and Lu Chenzhou had already used them up.

Behind Wang Xian, the spirit of the mountain king burst out, as if possessed by a tiger god, and his momentum was close to the end of the master's realm.

Obviously, he used the method of burning the spirit and spirit.

The gap between the enemy and us was too great. If not, there would be no chance to escape.

Boom, Wang Xian rushed forward, and the long spear stirred up the mist of the ghost den, dense as rain.

The Red Sorrow Ghost King was erratic, and with a weird speed, he easily dodged Wang Xian's attack.

Occasionally, a few shots fell on him, but they were also blocked by the force field around him, and he didn't even need to use the ghost's ability to become virtual.

Wang Xian was in a heavy mood: "This demon king's aura is only at the level of a master of the realm, but his strength is far superior."

The only plan now is Lin Xia's life-saving sword energy.

Puff--the sound of armor breaking came, Lin Xia looked at the spear that pierced through her right chest, and saw Li Minghuang walking out of the mist with a spear in his hand.

"Quick reaction."

Suddenly, his face changed slightly, and he felt a terrifying aura erupting: "Not good, she is going to use the master's trump card!"

The Red Death Ghost King on the other side also changed his face, and immediately stretched out a finger and pointed at the void.

A void crack appeared around Lin Xia, and vermilion ghost claws emerged from it, hugged her, and dragged her into the void.

Before Lin Xia disappeared, a Vermillion Bird sword energy slashed out in the direction of the Red Death Ghost King.

The Red Death Ghost King's figure suddenly scattered, hiding in the mist, avoiding the fatal blow.

The ghost king's muffled groan could be vaguely heard, and it was obviously cut.

This familiar sword energy made the Red Death Ghost King furious after he appeared: "It's that damn Wang Changming again!"

The sword energy of the Grandmaster was too powerful.

It was touched with its virtual body, and half of its body was cut off. As the ghost fog surged, it slowly healed.

But its momentum was a little weak, no longer as terrifying as before.

Wang Xian yelled hysterically: "Go to hell!"

Lin Xia was dragged away by this ghost with a strange void transmission method, and she was afraid that she would be in danger.

This was one of his most important relatives in the world.

The Red Death Ghost King said sternly: "You two, take him down for me, don't kill him, I want to plant the ghost slave mark."

Wang Xian fought one against two and soon fell below. He questioned: "You actually colluded with demons?!"

He thought that the Qin family was at most an old antique who followed the old ways, but the principles were still there.

Unexpectedly, they even gave up the bottom line of being a human being.

Qin Xiao is a senior member of the Qin family. He doesn't believe that old Qin Hui doesn't know about this.

If he can get out successfully, he must report this to the Council of Nations.

Qin Xiao remained calm in response to Wang Xian's questioning. When he became a ghost slave, he lost his freedom.

The destruction of the Qin family, and even the end of the world, actually had nothing to do with him.

A powerful mental force attacked and invaded Wang Xian's mind.

He struggled desperately, but because of the trauma he had just suffered, the Red Sorrow Ghost King's breath was unstable. He tried several times but failed to plant the mark.

Suddenly, its face changed and it quickly left Wang Xian's mind: "Madman, you actually burned the soul essence to fight against me..."

Once the soul essence is damaged, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven to recover, and even gods cannot save it.

Wang Xian took this opportunity to break free from the shackles, but before he rushed out of the fog, he fell into darkness and fell to the ground.

The Red Sorrow Ghost King transformed into a ghost claw and grabbed Wang Xian.

Whoosh! A stream of light pierced through the fog, fell from the sky, and tore the ghost claw apart. It was the Xuantian Broken River Sword.

In the distance, Bai Feng's spirit rushed over, and Lu Chenzhou's face was ferocious and his arrogance soared to the sky.

As he thought, the domain of kingship descended with a bang, and the aura forcibly squeezed into the ghost den, sweeping away an area.

Wang Xian fell on the back of the tiger-carved beast, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

The tiger-carved beast broke through the air and left, far away from the battlefield.

The Red Sorrow Ghost King did not chase him. He looked at Lu Chenzhou and immediately showed a satisfied look. "Yes, this body is too perfect."

Lu Chenzhou glanced at Qin Xiao and Li Minghuang.

The two brothers felt nervous, as if they were being stared at by the god of death.

Qin Xiao said: "Grandma Hong, this person's methods are extraordinary. Be careful next time to prevent a capsize in the gutter."

Red clouds rolled in from all directions, surrounding Lu Chenzhou.

The moment the two force fields collided, it was like the Yellow River and the Bohai Sea connecting, invisible air waves rushed to the sky, red mist rolled back, and the void twisted.

Immortal holy armor appeared around Lu Chenzhou, and he said to himself: "This momentum feels between the fourth and fifth realms."

He pulled out the Tiger Soul Spear, and the way of the world lingered on it.

In an instant, his body sank and disappeared in the mist.

Following closely, a ghost hand emerged from the void and grabbed the air.

Somewhere in the mist, the Red Sorrow Ghost King hid there. It did not rush forward to fight, but used long-range means to test Lu Chenzhou's strength.

"This boy's perception is so strong that he can actually perceive the means I hide in the void."

Behind it, pale ghost hands stretched into the void and disappeared.

At the same time, no matter where Lu Chenzhou flew, as long as he was in the ghost den, ghost hands might tear the void and attack at any time, making it impossible to defend against.

Fortunately, the Immortal Holy Armor made a contribution again, and even this kind of magic attack could not break its defense for the time being.

But Lu Chenzhou couldn't be happy. In the ghost den, the consumption of the holy armor seemed to be accelerated.

Although he had just mastered the horizontal training magic, it was unknown whether he could resist the attack of this peak ghost king.

If it was a demon king of the same realm, he would not be afraid of it.

With this thought, he found a direction and rushed forward, tearing the fog with the king's domain and breaking through the air.

During this period, Li Minghuang and Qin Xiao continued to harass him.

The two knew that they were no match for Lu Chenzhou in a head-on battle, so they took advantage of the ghost den to fight guerrilla warfare and move to another place after firing a shot.

Over the dense forest, red clouds rolled, like a bloody world, separating the inside and the outside.

A quarter of an hour later, Lu Chenzhou stopped and looked at the bloody fog that could not see the end.

"Ghost wall..."

The demon has a demon domain, which can affect the celestial phenomena within a range and mobilize the power of heaven and earth, similar to the celestial master.

But in terms of this kind of force field, the strongest is the ghost.

Ghost kings are basically able to give birth to ghost dens.

In the old days, some ancient forbidden areas or strange places were actually the means of ghost kings. Once you enter, you will die.

The scope and complexity of the ghost den determine the strength of the ghost king.

Most ghost dens rely on illusions to trap the enemy.

But there is a special kind of ghost den that can already subtly affect the space, so that those who are trapped in it will never get out.

This is the "ghost wall".

Ghost wall belongs to high-level ghost dens, which are often the means that only great ghost kings or even heavenly ghosts can master.

Once encountered, you will die!

Lu Chenzhou didn't know the details of the Red Death Ghost King. He thought he was an ordinary peak ghost king. He was ready to go deep into the ghost den and kill him. This ghost den collapsed without attack.

But he didn't know that the Red Death Ghost King was once a heavenly ghost. Even if he fell into a lower realm, his difficulty was far from comparable to that of the peak ghost king.

In a blink of an eye, half an hour passed.

The Red Sorrow Ghost King hid in the depths of the ghost den. Looking at Lu Chenzhou running around like a headless fly, he smiled and said, "It seems that I am too cautious. Although this boy has a strong body and mental strength of ordinary ghost kings, he is still far behind me. When this boy's power is exhausted, he will be defeated without attack!"

As soon as the thought fell, a majestic mountain king's phantom suddenly appeared behind the Red Sorrow Ghost King, with eyes like torches, piercing the fog.

"So you are here."

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