Roar, roar echoed, giant spirits were bleeding, and the monk fell!

The land of ice and snow, the earth below the space passage has been stained with blood at this moment. The broken arms and limbs are scattered on the snow, which is exactly the hell on earth, making people feel furious.

But not long after, the red blood on the snow at the bottom of the mountain disappeared and returned to its original snow-white color. The cracks of the black stone mountain were slowly healing, and the black vortex of black clouds above its top became larger and darker.

The Saint Son of Xuanling floated under the vortex with his arms in his arms, looking at everyone jokingly. In a flash, it looked like a black vortex above his head, plus his long hair flying in the wind, like a generation of demon kings.

The monks' faces were pale and they were no match for these giants at all. At this moment, there were only more than a hundred monks left, all covered in blood and were so busy that they were in a panic.

The space channel was opened, but the Xuanling Holy Son was guarding there, unable to rush over, nor dared to go over. In the eyes of everyone, the Xuanling Holy Son was much more terrifying than these giant spirits.

With Hua Yuner, Wu Chen stepped through the chariot technique and had just passed between two or four feet of giant spirits. But he saw a huge fist in front of him hitting with the whistling sound of wind.

He was so scared that he quickly retreated, his steps turned around, and gathered with Hua Haitang Chi Haoran and the others.

"What should I do? Brother Chi, if I fight hard, I will die, but it seems impossible to break through. Could it be that we are really going to die here?" Hua Haitang looked at the tall giants and felt a spontaneous pain. She thought that she had a lifetime of fame, but she was about to die before she could even hold the beauty back, and she couldn't help but regret coming to this ancient space.

"Oh, I have no solution, I can only leave it to fate!" Seeing the giant spirit surrounded, Chi Haoran, who was confident in the past, could only sigh.

Not far away, the moon-like Holy Son was illuminated by the sunshine. During the slap, the spiritual power surged, turned into a purple giant sword and slept in the sky, angrily killing a four-foot giant spirit.

Little did he know that a six-foot giant spirit clenched his fist and rushed over. In an instant, the glow of light on his body shook, spewing out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

As soon as he stabilized his body, a giant fist hit him on the side. He was surrounded by a glaze of light and glass body, and his qi and blood were also shaken. He kept throwing it away, and blood gushing, which was so miserable.

The same is true for other holy sons. Under the attacks of many giants, the more embarrassed they are, the more embarrassed they are.

"It seems that I am really going to be buried here!" Qi Hong's face was pale, his gray clothes were covered in blood, and he was so ragged that he seemed to have just climbed out of the sword mountain. Drops of blood dripped from his hanging fingertips, which was so scary.

Wu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sudden smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "That may not be!" After saying that, he turned his head and looked into the distance, breathing a sigh of relief, "It's finally here!"

Under the black vortex in the air, the Xuanling Saint Son raised his eyebrows lightly and turned his head to stare into the distance in surprise.

In the distance, more than a thousand figures of black smoke came over, and the sky above it was covered with dark clouds, vast and vast, like a group of demons wandering, domineering and terrifying.

In front of them, there was a man with a sharp edge, his eyes were filled with indifference and emotionlessness. Next to him, there was a light green figure, a hot figure, a charming face, but his eyes were extremely clear, which made everyone look sideways.

These people appeared, instantly causing the giant spirits and monks to stop in the battle, and looked at the figure, full of shock.

"It's him!" When An Miaoxin saw the figure of a man in the distance, she was excited at first, and then when she saw the woman beside her, she suddenly felt lost, "So he has a heart!"

The visitor was Wu Chen. After he took Ruo Xi to leave the old ancient palace, he received a message from Gui Yi. He said that he had completed his cultivation and had all the spirit-gathering ghost corpses, and he had the strength of a monk who had made a pill.

Wu Chen also knew from it that the cultivation of ghost corpses is different from that of cultivators. They do not absorb spiritual power, but become stronger by absorbing resentment. However, the realm division is still named after spiritual cultivation.

After hearing this, Wu Chen quickly came to the fairy tomb and took them to the ice and snow land. What made him happy was that some of the Killing Dan Ghost Corpants had been promoted to the Nascent Soul.

At this moment, there are nearly twenty people in the Nascent Soul Realm and more than a thousand people in the Killing Dan Realm. They can be described as powerful.

Ruoxi was beside Wu Chenzhen's body, looking at the side of her body in the distance, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. In her side, she felt the life pattern.

When he saw Wu Chen's true body, Chi Haoran's boss opened his mouth, "Wu Chen!" Then he turned his head and stared at Wu Chen's deputy body, full of confusion: "Didn't you say you are Wu Chen? Then he is?"

Wu Chen smiled bitterly, shook his head gently, and said, "This is a long story. I'll tell you if I have the chance in the future!"

When Yan Yanxue heard the conversation between them, she looked at Wu Chenzhen in the distance curiously and couldn't help but mutter: "I didn't expect that this guy has so many secrets!"

In the air, the Saint of Xuanling stepped forward and looked at Wu Chen's true body. His eyes were gloomy and said brightly: "Fellow Taoist, this is my Xuanling grudge. Could it be that you want to intervene?"

In the distance, Wu Chen's true body looked at each other with the Xuanling Holy Son, knowing that he was powerful, but he was not afraid. After thinking for a moment, he said to Xuanling Holy Son, "You can't kill those people, and the rest will be up to you!"

As he said that, he pointed at his deputy body and others, then caught a glimpse of An Miaoxin, and after a slight pause, he pointed at her lightly: "And her!"

The Saint of Xuanling was slightly stunned, staring at Miaoxin, the Holy Maiden of Hehuan, and hesitated for a moment. She was chasing Xuanling disciples that day, and it seemed that the Hehuan Sect had a share. In fact, he wanted to kill them all, regardless of whether their sects had targeted Xuanling Hall. This time, they came to let the sects know that Xuanling Hall should not be deceived!

However, after looking at the ghost corpses behind Wu Chen, he was afraid, so he agreed, at least there was a Holy Son of Hehuan. He nodded to Wu Chen's true body and said, "Okay!"

Seeing this, the deputy body and the others flew out of the giant spirit and came to the real body. An Miaoxin hesitated a little, looked at the Holy Son of Hehuan, and said lightly: "You ask for blessings for yourself!" Then she was about to fly to Wu Chen and others.

"Wait, he is Wu Chen, right?" The Holy Son of Hehuan gritted his teeth and asked loudly. After seeing An Miaoxin nodded, endless bitterness appeared on her face.

Looking at the surrounding people, there were still some weak spiritual cultivators, Qi Hong turned to Wu Chen's true body and clasped his fists, "Fellow Taoist, I hope to save other cultivators!"

The real body was silent, and the deputy body quickly said, "Brother Qi, I think this is already the limit of the Xuanling Saint Son. If you make any requests, it is inevitable that there will be a big battle!"

Qi Hong stared at Wu Chen's deputy body, with anger in his eyes, then bitterness appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shook his head gently, "Since you don't save me, Qi Hong, I, who is dead, I am worthy of my conscience!"

After saying that, he left Wu Chen and others and walked towards the giant spirit.

Seeing this scene, the Saint of Xuanling looked at Qi Hong, disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth, waved his hand lightly, and said coldly: "Mao!"

"Wait!" At this moment, Wu Chen took a step forward and spoke to stop him. Whether it was just now or now, he did not save the irrelevant person. He just admired Qi Hong and did not want to see him die.

"Fellow Taoist, don't be too greedy. If we fight each other, I'm not afraid of you!" The Saint Son of Xuanling was angry and stared at Wu Chen's true body gloomy, his eyes full of coldness.

Looking at the huge black vortex above it, the real body looked at the Xuanling Holy Son, and pursed his lips and said lightly: "Although you have a giant helper, my subordinates are not bad. When they fight, they don't know what the result is! Why don't we try each other and I will never stop you. If you lose, how about letting go of those weak monks?"

In fact, Wu Chen was not afraid of fighting with the giant spirits, but there was still a big disaster now. If both sides were injured and the mysterious black-robed man fisherman benefited, everyone would die!

The Saint Son of Xuanling lowered his head and was silent. He was also worried about this matter, so he did not fight against Wu Chen. But if he had one move, he would not hurt the root of the problem. He nodded and agreed.

Wu Chen took a step, passed through the giant spirit, and flew to the opposite side of the Xuanling Holy Son. The two of them were dressed without wind, and the huge vortex on the top was like two big demons, which was frightening.

The two of them burst out in momentum, colliding with each other, making a crackling sound, and the space seemed to be broken, and it was evenly matched for a moment.

The Saint of Xuanling took a quick move and saw the snow on the ground below turning into a long river, winding and circling behind it, like a huge water python.

"I am the one who has the root of water. This technique is one of my powerful spiritual techniques. If you can take it, what if you release those who are not saints?"

After saying that, he pinched his hands and above him, the long river of snow melted in the snow was full of gathering, condensed into a huge Domineering. Then the body of the Xuanling Saint Son floated up and melted into Domineering's lower body.

In an instant, Domineering eyes suddenly opened, and an extremely powerful aura came, as if a ferocious beast was revived.

"The earth level, domineering the water scene!"

Looking at the giant in front of him, Wu Chen's eyes slightly condensed, and he couldn't help but sigh that this Xuanling Holy Son was indeed powerful.

"Wu is not talented, so he has a trick. Please give me advice!" Wu Chen pinched the trick, his body began to twist, and all the spiritual power of the spiritual network surged.

I saw him roaring to the sky, and even the extremely fast-rotating black vortex in the sky paused.

Then the sleeves of the hands were broken and turned into dragon feet, green scales and sharp dragon claws, which made people feel cold on their backs.

Then Wu Chen's head and body began to change, turning into a giant dragon hovering in the air.

The slender dragon whispers drifted in the wind like long green silks waving in the wind. The fangs were exposed, as if they were about to pierce everything. The dragon's eyes were blood-red like fire, burning with burning. A wild aura spreads everywhere, so domineering.

"Earth level, Dragon Transformation Art!"

Perhaps because the blood in the body is not human, Wu Chen, who used the Dragon Transformation Art, seemed to be a real dragon, and the qi and blood in his body were like a river, and the powerful force was nurturing and hovering in the sky.

Griefly, the green dragon roared at the opposite side. In an instant, the sound of dragon roared, and the roar of domineering, echoing in the snow and ice.

Staring at the two giants above, everyone was trembling in shock, and for a moment they forgot that the environment they were in was not good.

Chi Haoran opened his mouth and looked into the sky, full of incredible ideas, and murmured: "Brother Wu is so powerful!"

Hua Haitang muttered in a low voice, "When Wu Chen recovers, will he be out of clothes?" This was heard by Wu Chen's deputy, and his head was covered in black and he glared at him fiercely.

Roar, roared, and was extremely fast, turning into a afterimage and rushing towards the giant dragon in front.

The red flames ignited in the eyes of the green dragon, but they were not afraid and rushed forward.

Rumble, where the two collided, the light shone and the space exploded. The huge destructive force caused cracks to appear again in the healing black mountain below.

The monks retreated repeatedly, avoiding the surging waves of air, staring at the sky intently, looking forward to the results.
Chapter completed!