God of Killing

The seven warriors of the Ghost Pattern Clan, without exception, are all in the realm of the gods. The leader, Lum, is the most exquisite in cultivation. He has reached the peak of the gods, and his aura is as far back as ancient times.

The ghost pattern tribe is much stronger than the Yinmei tribe. They do not have the weakness of the physical body. Every member of the ghost pattern tribe has a strange martial spirit. The ghost patterns on some of them can temper the body. This makes their bodies stronger and tougher than those of ordinary warriors who have refined their bodies.

Among the seven people in Lum, there are two in this category.

The ghost patterns on the two people's bodies, one purple and one cyan, are as delicate as complicated formations, exuding a strange luster, constantly absorbing the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth penetrated into the ghost patterns, and after being transformed by the ghost patterns, it turned into wisps of essence power, which nourished their blood and bones, making their bodies inexplicably strong.

These two members of the Ghost Pattern Clan, because of their strong physical bodies, came to Lum and the others, preparing to deal with Shi Yan's attack head-on.

The long bloody dragon from the God-Destroying Sword was swallowing scarlet blood. The evil aura soared into the sky and swept all the way. The Yin energy in the surrounding graveyards was swept away. In the thick smell of blood, the blood Long Huoran came around.

The ghost patterns on the two ghost-marked tribesmen blocking the front suddenly began to squirm like earthworms, and waves of strange fluctuations rippled out from their bodies, as if they had forcibly changed the way the power of heaven and earth operated.

The shriveled bodies of these two ghost pattern tribesmen gradually became stronger and stronger. Their heights were also lengthened. Their veins popped out all over their bodies, and they were filled with a strong sense of power.

Like a demon.

"howl!"

The two of them shouted loudly at the same time, the sound shook the sky, and a pure brute force burst out from their bodies.

Their arms swelled, and streams of crystal light visible to the naked eye flowed, quickly rushing toward their fists.

Just for a moment, the fists of the two men became crystal clear at the same time, shining like jade, and the energy fluctuations became more and more thrilling.

Bang bang bang!

Unexpectedly, the fists of the two men exploded suddenly. In the blood mist, each fist mark was like a mountain or a hammer, and suddenly exploded.

boom!

The blood dragon that rushed towards Rum and others also shuddered suddenly under the bombardment of the fist seal, and the condensed blood light swayed unsteadily.

The faces of the two ghost pattern tribesmen whose fists exploded suddenly became hideous and terrifying. The ferocity in their hearts was aroused, and they rushed towards Shi Yan without fear of death.

In mid-air, the blood vessels of the two people's bodies burst one after another, and the ghost patterns on their bodies shone brighter and brighter.

Full of passion, the two members of the Ghost Pattern Tribe used up the pure brute force that had been refined in their flesh and blood for thousands of years, grinning like fierce gods.

Shi Yan frowned and grinned coldly, "Don't overestimate your capabilities."

As soon as he thought about it, negative power suddenly surged through his body, and merged with the essence flowing inside his body. A wave of despair, violence, bloodthirsty, and crazy thoughts suddenly erupted from Shi Yan's body.

Rampant to the second level.

Shi Yan's eyes gradually turned as scarlet as blood, his pupils filled with evil thoughts, and his body gradually shriveled up.

The misty white mist enveloped the whole body, forming a thick layer of white armor, and the strong negative power was as surging as the surging river.

Seal of life and death!

Both hands were raised, a strange light flashed, a mark was formed, and it was pushed out with a bang.

The artistic conception of death is quietly confused, and the ideal principle of the alternation of life and death seems to have evolved from that mark. The cold thoughts of death spread out, seeming to echo the cold and dead Tianyin Ancient Tomb.

The hunting wind howled, and in the lifeless Tianyin Ancient Tomb, it was as if the seeds of death had been planted, and an idea of ​​absolute death permeated the entire place.

The faces of Lum and other members of the Ghost Pattern Tribe suddenly changed.

"The power of death!" Lum exclaimed subconsciously, hurriedly calmed down, and an icy blue beam of light flashed away in his eyes.

The ghost pattern on his chest suddenly came to life, and actually formed an icy blue flower in a short time. The textures became lines outlining the flower, which was very strange.

A small ice-blue flower bloomed on Lum's chest, and strange light flickered in Lum's eyes.

Wisps of quintessence of power were poured from Lum's body into the ice-blue flower. The ice-blue flower slowly opened on his chest. When the flower became bright and dripping, it suddenly left Lu Mu. Mu's chest flew out and suddenly fell towards the artistic conception formed by the seal of life and death.

A vast and strange artistic conception was released from that ice-blue flower. Under this artistic conception, Shi Yan felt helpless and helpless in the vast sea, never reaching the end.

The icy blue flowers are blooming extremely brightly, and waves of wonderful fluctuations are constantly rippling from the flowers, affecting the artistic conception of death.

Suddenly, the flowers began to bloom, and the petals swayed one by one, dancing gracefully like elves. They were so beautiful that they blossomed into a stunning beauty in the gloomy Tianyin Ancient Tomb.

Each petal, while flying, gradually evolved and transformed, turning into seeds and falling on the moist ground.

Extremely strange, on the ground, small buds began to emerge tenaciously, as if deliberately aiming at the artistic conception of death, they began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the buds gradually bloomed, the artistic conception of death injected by Shi Yan disappeared like the bright moon in the mirror.

Shi Yan's eyes were slightly blank.

A ray of cold will suddenly penetrated his sea of ​​consciousness, waking him up instantly.

His expression was shaken. Shi Yan stared and found that there was nothing in front of him. Rumu in the distance, the ghost pattern on his chest condensed into an ice blue flower and did not fly out.

"Hmph, you are too inferior to us to play with artistic conception." Narum looked cold and disdainful.

Shi Yan was surprised but not angry. He smiled and nodded, "That's right. You guys are all old and immortal. It seems that I am too naive to target you in terms of artistic conception."

After saying this, he stopped talking and gave instructions to the war demons and ghost beasts beside him.

The War Demon, Ghost Wolf, Gold-Eating Silkworm, and Monster Insect King immediately flew out and began to attack the seven members of the Ghost Pattern Tribe, using their strength to suppress them.

Every member of the Ghost Pattern Clan is good at the mysteries of the soul, and they also have a unique understanding of the power and artistic conception of various types of heaven and earth.

Against them, it is obviously unrealistic to rely on tricks to win. Only pure power bombardment is the way to go.

The War Demon, the Ghost Clan, the Gold-eating Silkworm, and the King of Demonic Insects, all without exception, are not afraid of the soul invasion of the Ghost Clan. Especially the War Demon and the Ghost Clan seem to be immune to the soul invasion and run rampant among the Ghost Clan. , completely ignoring the various soul skills of those seven people.

The war demons were like chariots, rolling and surging through the Ghost Pattern Clan, and the pressure as heavy as a mountain enveloped everyone.

The ghost beast transformed into a human form, with scales on its face, and spikes on its shoulders, elbows, and knees. It moved like the wind, and its hands and feet were sharp weapons, making it indestructible.

The gold-devouring silkworm just shoots out streaks of golden threads, like a spider spinning a web, and releases those golden threads, eating away at the space of the seven Lumu people bit by bit.

Although the seven Lumu people are not low in realm, their strength is extremely weak. Being targeted by the war demon, ghost beast, gold-devouring silkworm, and monster insect king, danger suddenly arose, forcing them to avoid the edge temporarily.

Shi Yan looked indifferent and put away the divine sword in his hand. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at them indifferently without taking any action.

His consciousness changes frequently.

Wisps of spiritual consciousness condensed by the power of space began to wander around the Tianyin Ancient Tomb, heading towards the area where the two sages of the Ghost Pattern Tribe were.

In that group of tombs, a fierce battle was going on.

Lei Mo, Zhuo Hui, Ai Po, and Gongsun Tao joined forces to fight against the Ghost Pattern Clan. Even Ye Xiong, Zhu Yi, and Yue Ming also participated, activating the power of the secret treasures on their bodies to attack together. A member of the Ghost Pattern Clan.

Two sages from the Ghost Pattern Clan were sitting among the Ghost Pattern Clan, their heads slightly lowered, with cold smiles on their lips.

Waves of extremely obvious soul fluctuations shot out from the two sages of the Ghost Pattern Tribe, and various soul skills were released, quietly targeting Remo and the others.

Lei Mo, Ai Po, Gongsun Tao and other guys from the Seven Ancient Sect couldn't help but take out all the soul defense secret treasures. Those secret treasures were shining brightly, offsetting the soul impact of the two sages, and they rushed towards the ghost pattern with all their strength. At the center of the clan, he tried to kill the two sages who were surrounded.

Those two sages, among the people of the Ghost Pattern Clan, still tried their best to restore their strength and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

After coming out of confinement, their strength was exhausted. After this recovery, it was a drop in the bucket, and it was impossible to gain combat effectiveness so quickly.

They are buying time.

Once a true god realm expert absorbs enough power to unleash their martial arts, Remo and the others may not be able to cope with it.

Remo and others knew this very well, and they attacked with all their might to capture the two sages as soon as possible.

Shi Yan's scattered spiritual consciousness continued to explore every corner of the Tianyin Ancient Tomb.

A figure suddenly appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Lei Mo's son Lei Ji.

He and Aiya were not together. He stood quietly behind a tombstone, with lightning flashing in his eyes and a sinister and cold look on his face, quietly immersed in the battle between Lemo and the Ghost Pattern Tribe.

Behind Lei Ji, there were several corpses belonging to Wuhun Palace and Tiangong. One of the corpses belonged to Mo Ling'er.

Her face was extremely pale and her expression was inexplicably frightened. She seemed to have seen something extremely terrible before her death.

Lei Ji suddenly squinted his eyes next to the corpses, looked up into the air, and a flash of lightning flashed in his pupils.

Shi Yan's consciousness was suddenly hit.

His consciousness shook, and he immediately screamed, with a look of horror on his face.

Even the sage from the Ghost Pattern Tribe didn't pay attention to his spiritual consciousness, but it was easily shattered by Lei Ji, which surprised him.

"He is the World-Destroying Thunder Flame." At this moment, the thought came from Jiuyou Soul-Eating Flame, "Be careful with him, he is using that body to regain his strength bit by bit."

(To be continued)