Zombie Evil Emperor

Swish, brush, brush!

Figures with terrifying auras appeared one after another, surrounding Yang Tian and his group. These figures were all monks at the God Transformation stage or above. There were eleven people in total. Each one of them was radiant, like suns rising one after another in the void.

"You are the only ones who want to stop me, you are desperate!" The Ghost Emperor, who is responsible for the safety of Yang Tian and others, looked down upon this figure.

Even if there are eleven more monks in the God Transformation stage, they can't stop a ghost emperor who is comparable to the Tribulation Stage. This is the gap in realm.

"Huh? Let me tell you, how dare they stop me. It turns out there is a big one hidden among them." The Ghost King suddenly looked at one of the monks in the transformation stage.

This is an old man with white eyebrows and hair, wearing a white robe, carrying two flying swords, one black and one white, on his back. The white beard on his chin is a foot long, fluttering in the breeze, and he looks like an immortal. appearance.

Now that he had been discovered, the old man no longer restrained his aura and pretended to be a monk in the transformation stage. The next moment, the aura on his body was like a volcano erupting, soaring crazily, and the light emanating from his body immediately outshone the other ten people.

At the same time, as the old man's momentum increased, the void around him began to distort, as if it was melted.

"I am vain and have met this Taoist Fellow Ghost Emperor."

The old man was smiling. If you didn't know better, you would have thought he was greeting a friend.

The Ghost Emperor, who was responsible for the safety of Yang Tian and the others, was about to speak when he suddenly snorted and appeared a hundred feet away on the right with Yang Tian and the others without any warning.

boom!

The next moment, a spear suddenly appeared in the void where they had been standing. The terrifying energy shattered the void within a ten-foot radius, and densely packed small space cracks appeared.

"Human beings are indeed the most despicable!"

The Ghost King looked at the owner of the spear with a livid expression.

He is a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and a majestic body. Although the aura on his body is still in the God Transformation stage, the shot just now definitely reached the level of a monk in the Tribulation Stage.

"Brother Li, you're anxious." The old man shook his head in vain, as if blaming the big man for being exposed too early.

The big man surnamed Li said disapprovingly: "You can't talk nonsense with it, wouldn't it be more enjoyable to just do something about it?"

As he said that, he took action again, using the spear as a club to hit the Ghost Emperor and Yang Tian on their heads.

boom!

The moment it fell, thousands of feet of light erupted from the spear. It was like a huge light pillar supporting the sky and the earth fell, and the void was crushed and shattered by the collision.

At the same time, the aura of the big man surnamed Li was no longer in the stage of divine transformation, but had reached the middle stage of transcending the tribulation.

When the big Khan took action, the old man Wang Wurong also used the two flying swords on his back.

Swish!

Two flying swords, one black and one white, soared into the sky, and the sword light they shot out was like two skies intertwining with each other, killing the ghost emperor who was protecting Yang Tian and the others.

"You two want to kill me, you are not qualified!" The Ghost Emperor opened his mouth and spat out a stream of black energy, transformed into a bloody giant axe, and struck the falling spear.

Boom!

The two collided, and the sound was deafening. Under the protection of the Ghost Emperor's shield, Yang Tian and the others were also dizzy and shook slightly.

It can be seen that without the protection of the Ghost King's protective shield, the sound of the collision of weapons can shatter their bodies into powder.

"Come out!" The Ghost King shouted, and another ghost weapon flew out of his mouth.

It was a nine-story bone tower filled with black energy.

The Bone Tower flew above the heads of the Ghost Emperor and the others, scattering thousands of ghostly green light clusters like will-o'-the-wisps, forming a green light curtain, with two flying swords, one black and one white, blocking the outside.

"big big big!"

The Ghost King shouted loudly, and his body expanded like an inflated balloon. In just three to five breaths, he transformed into a thousand-foot-tall Dharma-like giant ghost, and the bone tower above his head also became a hundred-foot tall.

Boom boom boom!

The Ghost King, who had transformed into a thousand-foot-tall Dharma form, was holding a giant ax that was even taller than he was now. He kept swinging it, slashing out huge black ax beams.

"The Yin Sword cuts the soul, the Yang Sword cuts the soul! Kill, kill, kill!" Green light bloomed all over the old man Wu Rong's body, and he turned into a thousand-foot-tall Dharma-like body. He held two black and white swords and slashed out the Yin-attributed Yang-attributed sword light.

And the grumpy middle-aged Khan has also transformed into the body of Dharma. The muscles of his arms are as angry as rocks, and the spear in his hand is dancing like the wind, and he is tearing the sky and the earth apart with terrifying attacks.

In an instant, the three of them were fighting fiercely together. One moment, they were beaten from the high school to the ground, causing a terrifying scene of landslides and earth-shattering. The next moment, they were hit from the ground to high in the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds thousands of miles away, forming a series of cracks that stretched across the sky and the earth. hurricane.

At this moment, the remaining monks in the Immortal Transformation stage in the Immortal Courtyard were connected with each other's auras and mana. They also formed a battle formation. They had a combat power comparable to that in the early stages of transcending the tribulation, and joined the battle to besiege the Ghost King.

"Humph, I won't play with you anymore."

This Ghost King is also in the middle stage of transcending the tribulation. Facing two monks of the same level, the old man Wu Rong and the big man surnamed Li, it is already difficult. Now coupled with a battle formation that is comparable to the early stage of the tribulation, it will be even more difficult. It’s hard.

The hero did not suffer the immediate loss, but turned into thousands of black clouds, shooting out in all directions at a speed faster than lightning. As long as a black cloud escaped, the Ghost King would run away.

"Where to escape!" A scroll like a picture scroll appeared in the old man's hand. It was pulled open in the void, grew infinitely, and turned into a big net, heading towards the black energy.

And the big man surnamed Li also took out a magic weapon, which was a glass bottle. Like a bottomless pit, it had a huge suction force, sucking black clouds into the bottle one after another.

However, the magical power that turned into thousands of black clouds was, after all, the ghost emperor's means of saving his life. Although most of the black clouds were taken away by the two magic weapons, there were still hundreds of black clouds that escaped.

"I will remember this Qiu. You will wait for me next time we meet." A black cloud suddenly turned into the Ghost Emperor and shouted to the old man Wu Rong and the others.

Immediately, it took Yang Tian and the others in the direction of the super ghost and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Damn, this guy is really smart."

After the ghost king disappeared, the void near the old man Wu Rong and the others suddenly distorted, and a monk in the middle stage of transcending the tribulation walked out of it.

Obviously, this monk who had only come out from hiding until now was preparing to deliver a fatal blow to the Ghost Emperor at the critical moment.

However, no one expected that the Ghost Emperor would gain the upper hand and escape by pressing himself to the bottom of the box.

This made their carefully prepared ambush plan go to waste.

At the same time, the Ghost Emperor, who had fled tens of thousands of miles away, cursed: "These despicable and shameless human monks know that there are more people but less skin. No, I will stop them one day and ambush them once."

Obviously, this Ghost King is not a loser.