"I..." Lu Chen was so shocked that his chin almost fell to the ground. He blinked his eyes and saw what else he was comparing? No matter how many people Dao killed, he became your helper. How could he compare with him?

"You are the one who cheats on you." Lu Chen teased bitterly, but his heart was so beautiful. Although there are only more than 10,000 people in the Corpse Legion now, this is just the beginning. As the number of disciples of the Huang family gradually increases, the Corpse Legion will soon surpass the Huang family.

Lu Chen thought about it, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking: "Forget it, let's call Zhuang Wenyuan and the others, and kill them together...haha." Lu Chen laughed dryly as Jin Xiu looked, and without saying a word, he took out the jade sign for the transmission: "Zhuang Wenyuan, two hours later, he rushed to Tiandu Star. Anyone who sees Huang's disciples will be killed without any hesitation."

After the news spread, Lu Chen wiped his blood-stained face, and a ferocious smile appeared. He glanced at the Huang family father and son on the distant mountain, and then chased Jin Xiu without looking back.

At this time, Lu Chen was too lazy to retain his strength. He had been in a grudge with the Huang family for a long time. If he didn't kill him, how could he be worthy of everything the Huang family had added to him?

"Jin Xiu, here..." Li roared, Lu Chen swung his hammer and swung countless monks, heading straight to the place with the most wind groups to kill.

The four ancient magic bodies behind him also kept up with each other, and the ice reggae fire rose infinitely.

Jin Xiu understood Lu Chen's intention, and turned in the air with a slight smile, drawing an arc of light, regardless of controlling the Yu Wan puppet that turned into a corpse legion, headed straight for Lu Chen.

"Swish!" With a big hand, Lu Chen pulled open the jade tile space, grabbed the four ancient magic bodies and Jin Xiu and drilled into the jade tile space.

It happened that the Fengyun Formation of Qudong swept across, and several strong wind groups gathered together. Just as they were about to strangle Lu Chen and others, they found that there were few people missing.

Just when everyone was shocked, the center of the wind roaring and howling, six figures suddenly lit up, appearing from nowhere, and transforming into life-harvesting blades, launching bloody slaughter.

"Peng..." After a moment, several powerful wind groups exploded, blood rain and flesh soared into the sky. Then Lu Chen and his six people did not turn back and rushed to the next wind group, and behind them, more puppets appeared out of thin air.

“12209…12337…”

Jin Xiu kept biting the two rows of golden teeth, and he jumped out in groups of numbers. Lu Chen heard it so much that he wanted to vomit blood: This kid really has more kills than who can kill, counting while killing. It's cruel enough.

In the tragic whistling wind, tens of thousands of monks witnessed the scene of corpses everywhere and bone puppets below, and their hands and feet were cold and their faces were bloodless: Is this murder? This is a massacre, it is a slaughter. In the eyes of the two of them, the Huang Family Qudong Fengyun Array was even worse than a fart.

A few people stared at him and found that in just one hour, nearly 100,000 disciples of the Huang family were killed or injured, and this number was still soaring sharply as the moment people discovered it.

In the sky, underground, rivers, valleys, where there are corpses, there are constantly corpses from the ground and join the iron-blooded operations of Lu Chen and Jin Xiu. From afar, it is not a battle of two to hundreds of thousands, but it is obviously a tens of thousands of corpses against the Huang family monks.

Kill, kill, kill...

Lu Chen and Jin Xiu, the four ancient magic bodies, had their eyes red, regardless of the countless cold, frightened, resentful, and angry eyes from the outside world. They only had killing in their eyes. Under the cover of their huge spiritual consciousness, wherever there was signs of life were the objects they had to eliminate.

Kill, kill, kill...

Time passes, and life passes...

The Fengyun Formation of Qu Cave, as early as the time when the corpse legion formed, it was destroyed by itself without attack. The Huang family monks were scared out of their courage. The sky was covered with wind, the dragon-shaped blood shadow, the burning black flame, the frost and ice lightning, the sky thunder and purple lightning, the golden spell seal, the shadow of the gray bone puppet, the crisscrossing shadows, the sound of shouting and killing is coming and going, endless, the drink breaks the sky and cries the earth...

Lu Chen and Jin Xiu led the four ancient magic bodies, tens of thousands of corpse puppets, sometimes storming into the sky, stirring up blood rain; sometimes flying into the river, angrily slaughtering the ferocious beasts in the river. In just over an hour, a large number of Huang family monks died without a place to bury them. The violent wind blowing from the mountains, rivers and rivers was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Lu Chen never blessed himself as a gentleman, and he would not hold back because of the gap in his cultivation. These monks with the highest cultivation level in the fusion stage in front of him have become the souls he has hammered, and as a Mahayana stage, he will not blush at all.

The so-called "death" means that the Huang family will disappear from the immortal realm forever, so that they will not even dare to mention their thoughts and ideas for revenge, and that their killing will make them feel heartbroken and their hearts broken.

"kill……"

At this point, Lu Chen held the Haokong Divine Hammer in his hand, roared at the sky, and the evil spirit transformed into the sea of ​​consciousness, roared repeatedly, pointing out, and a black light passed through his fingertips, like a flat black mirror, falling into the middle of the long river in the waist.

"Two words kill, break the sea!"

"boom!"

The six-character killing technique is one level more terrifying than the first level. The two-character killing technique is used. The big river at the foot of the mountain cuts into two pieces. The river water gushes out, submerging the wilderness for several miles, while most of them flow into the abyss along the gap cut by the murderous thought. The terrifying killing thoughts flow into Hanoi, and nearly a hundred ferocious beasts explode in an instant and died.

Seeing this, Jin Xiu was so excited that he flew over quickly. Black smoke came out of the tip of the seven-winged bone wings and floated to Hanoi at an extremely fast speed. Then he hooked his fingers and a huge animal bone flew out. Jin Xiu jumped up and rode steadily above the animal bones. Looking at the corpse legion that had approached the 100,000 mark below, his heroic spirit increased again.

"Gaga, kill me, kill me..."

The monks around him were so worried and thrilling that almost everyone's Taoist robes were soaked in cold sweat, and they didn't know it. The earth-shaking crying sounded even more into their hearts, heartbreaking.

Huang Que Ling's old face turned red, and her blood vessels bulged the blue veins and blood vessels on her face, like hideous maggots squirming on her face. He had been enduring it, just waiting for Lu Chen to exhaust his magic power before taking action. But if this continues, the Huang family's disciples would probably not be left.

Since it was a situation of death, without Huang Quling's order, the Huang family disciples were scared and did not dare to retreat. They could only grit their teeth and fight to the death with the 100,000 corpses. However, what made them desperate was that the corpse puppet was not life at all, and they didn't know how to write the word "death". It was obviously unfair to fight to the death with a group of things that didn't know what the word "death" was obviously unfair. It was precisely because of Lu Chen that the Huang family disciples finally realized the terribleness of the God of Killing.

The 9981 Formation Star Flag Masters are now mostly dead. It can be seen that the once golden Taizhou Naotian Banner has been disbanded by the corpse puppets and thrown everywhere. Almost all Huang family disciples are fighting with their lives, and there is no sign of the formation. The entire Tiandu Star has officially entered a chaotic situation.

"Father, let's do it. If this continues, the Huang family will be destroyed." Seeing this, Huang Hanchong probably couldn't deal with Lu Chen anymore, so he hurriedly suggested.

Huang Queling had a gloomy old face and his eyes slightly turned to the fellow masters who were watching in the air. He had joking, sarcastic and contemptuous eyes. Huang Queling understood that if he didn't take action, even if he killed Lu Chen, the Huang family would become a small force in a separate courtyard.

If there is no one, why are you calling him a hero?

No matter how powerful it is, can it be as powerful as the immortal immortal in the Eternal River?

If the scattered immortals were not happy to be united, they would not have the status of the five sects and three clans.

"Bang!" The old hand filled with the power of the explosion finally held the Taizhou Cangming Sword beside him. The breath of the Huang family subsided, and smiled immediately. Huang Que Ling has been famous for a long time, has great skills and countless magic weapons. In the eyes of the Huang family, Huang Que Ling is a unique existence in this world. As long as he takes action, Lu Chen will die.

In the sky, Wuxingman, Nanguo Gerong, Huangquan, Ludou... and other experts felt the breath of Huang Quling. They all held their breath. They were not worried about Lu Chen because Huang Quling did not take action. Now, Huang Quling finally couldn't help it.

If you hold on, the Huang family’s accumulation of tens of thousands of years will be dying.

Wei Ti and others looked at each other, and a smile flashed through their eyes. They were also not optimistic about Lu Chen, and they remained here even though Lu Chen had the upper hand. They also wanted to see what kind of situation the Yellow Que Ling, who became a master of the late Mahayana period, reached.

As the momentum on the field changed, Lu Chen also felt the aura of the enemy in his destiny surge towards him.

Retrieving the four ancient gods and magic bodies, all the treasures gathered together, Lu Chen slowly turned around with blood stains on his body, and his eyes slightly bent: "Finally I can't help it?"

As soon as they finished speaking, everyone saw Huang Quling twisting his wrist, and Taizhou Cangming's sword pulled up from the ground with a "clang" sound, and the flying sword in his hand was lifted. The cold light flowed and the light was revealed.

"Chong'er, Master Zhou, you two lead Qingsong, Qinglin, Lao Hua and other masters to capture the Jin Xiu without any need to stop. As for Lu Chen, I will leave it to me."

He said lightly, and the atmosphere on the field suddenly changed.

Tens of thousands of monks watching the battle turned their attention to the dozens of figures floating slowly from the mountains. These dozens of people were the sum of all the peak powers of the Huang family, the thirty masters in the early stage of the tribulation, the six masters in the middle stage of the tribulation, the two masters in the late stage of the tribulation, the two masters in the early stage of the Mahayana, and the Huang Que Ling.

These people alone are enough to flatten a ground-level star, why not fear a mere duo in the wilderness?

Seeing the yellow Que Ling flying over, Lu Chen also stopped the attack, and Jin Xiu also rode the beast bone and turned to face dozens of Huang family masters with the strength of the Tribulation Period or above.

In the decisive battle with the Huang family, we will eventually have to deal with the Mahayana masters. In other words, Lu Chen’s biggest enemy is Huang Qulingling. As long as he kills Huang Qulingling, the Huang family will no longer be able to threaten the Qianyumen.

There were still 140,000 disciples of the Huang family, half less than before, but when Fa Zu was about to take action, the passion began to rekindle. They supported their bodies and pounced on the corpse of more than 100,000 people again.

At this moment, the sky was shining with light, and a large number of cultivators rushed over like divine weapons descending from the sky. Before the Huang family's disciples could report, they heard a sound of a gong breaking sound in the sky.

"Kill, don't let anyone go, do it... Boss, we're late, damn, there are only so many people left..."

After hearing the sound, there was no need to look back. Lu Chen also knew that it was Zhuang Wenyuan who brought people.

Huang Quling and other experts from the Huang family showed their sights and saw that 50,000 (80,000) of people in the sky entered the area of ​​Tiandu Star and flew down the magic weapon. Without saying a word, they immediately formed a double-team formation with the corpse legion and rushed towards the Huang family monks.

If 50,000 or 60,000 people were placed in the eyes of the Huang family monks in the past, but the situation was very different with the corpse of more than 100,000 people. Only four words were placed in front of people: "Evening power".

However, after a fight, the disciples of the Huang family had long been scared by the killing god Lu Chen and Jin Xiu, and their fighting spirit was greatly reduced. In addition, the Ganyu Sect was so powerful that the Ganyu Sect had the upper hand in terms of momentum. What's more important is that if the Ganyu Sect didn't take action, it immediately caused a huge wave of surprise as soon as it took action.

Putting aside the more than 20 masters of the Tribulation Period, there were only tens of thousands of monks in the front team who rushed to scatter their magic weapons. The rare treasures flying in the sky were all top-grade spiritual weapons, with at least two of them. In the hands of hundreds of leaders in the front, they were clearly the best-grade spiritual weapons.

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