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Chapter 871 Eight ghosts carry the sedan chair

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    The meteorites in the starry sky were annihilated in ashes. In the dust, Xiao Chen's extreme killing concept combined with the king's true dragon spirit formed the golden word "kill".

    Countless black death energy and terrifying will of death poured out from the throne behind Wang Can, forming a black and ferocious word "death" in the void.

    The two of them reached out and pointed at each other. The golden word "kill" and the black word "death" collided violently in the starry sky.

    After all, will is will, which is one level higher than artistic conception.  The extreme killing mood combined with the king's true dragon energy may be stronger in terms of coercion, but the real destructive power of the two is still very different.

    With a pop, the golden word "kill" spread out and turned into strips of free killing energy, swimming in the starry sky.

    Wang Can¡¯s swarthy face showed a hint of a sinister smile, and he shouted: ¡°Behead!¡±

    The slightly weak word "death" turned into a slender black sword and slashed angrily towards Xiao Chen. This was the incarnation of his will, called the Sword of the Dead.

    At this moment, Wang Can's eyes were full of confidence. Although his will to die was entangled with the ultimate killing, it had lost several layers of power.  But for the will of death to defeat a will of energy, it is still a matter of easy grasp.

    Once this sword is released, it will be able to easily destroy Xiao Chen's thunderous will, and then seize the killing throne. He will be completely promoted to the invincible realm of the semi-saint realm.

    But there are always subtle differences between ideas and reality in things in the world. Xiao Chen's thunder will is not an ordinary energy will, but the immortal thunder will, copying the divine thunder and writing immortal talisman seals.

    If it is a complete will to die, it may have the advantage of higher will.

    There is still a chance to compete with Xiao Chen's immortal thunder will, but with several percent of the death will consumed, there is nothing left to see.

    Purple light flashed between the brows, and the talisman with the immortal inscription flashed out, the electric light tore apart, and the black long sword was blown into nothingness in an instant.

    Wang Can spat out a mouthful of black blood, and before he could make any move, the purple talisman came in a flash with the power of immortal thunder, blooming with dazzling brilliance in the starry sky.

    When the lightning stopped, Wang Can's men had been knocked ten miles away. The huge meteorites were directly smashed into powder by him, and a blood hole as big as a bowl appeared on his chest. The sparks of lightning were still flickering.  .

    Xiao Chen raised his head and took a look, and was slightly frightened. He really didn¡¯t know what material this guy¡¯s body was made of. Even the Will Talisman and Seal couldn¡¯t penetrate it.

    It was clear that the other party was not wearing any inner armor.

    But this has nothing to do with Xiao Chen. At this moment, Wang Can has lost his fighting ability and poses no threat to him.

    With a gentle step of his feet in the starry sky, he arrived in front of the Death Throne. With a burning look in his eyes, Xiao Chen stretched out his hand to grab the throne.

    At this moment, an extremely dangerous feeling came over. In the distant starry sky, three black dragon's breaths penetrated the starry sky and shot toward Xiao Chen.

    "As long as Xiao Chen makes a move to grab the Death Throne, he will be immediately hit by the dragon's breath, and he will most likely be crushed into a bloody mass without a complete body.

    On the Haotian Sect's battleship, the two deputy palace masters said with surprised expressions: "The three dark dragon breaths are really king-level corpse dragon battleships."

    "Xiao Chen retreat quickly, that is the dark dragon breath refined from the corpse of the real dragon, you must not resist it."

    The palace master on the left quickly sent a message to Xiao Chen and ordered him to retreat.

    " Xiao Chen's face darkened, but he had no intention of giving up. He had already expected that there must be a big force behind Wang Can, otherwise he would not have been so afraid of the throne being exposed in the first place.

    A single crippled king would not let him do this.

    But now that the throne has been exposed, if you leave like this, you will not get any benefits, but you will also expose the fact that you are carrying a valuable treasure. It is really hard to reconcile.

    He glanced lightly, and two rays of light, one purple and one white, flashed out quickly in his eyes.  The fire of Taiyin and the True Fire of Purple Thunder are chasing each other in the void.

    In the blink of an eye, a Tai Chi Chaos Picture is formed, with Zhou Tian Bagua, Liang Yi and Four Symbols, various mysterious runes of heaven and earth, and the four sacred beasts flashing in the Tai Chi Flame Picture, forming a complete general trend.

    "What is he going to do?"

    The deputy palace master on the left has deep doubts in his eyes, and he is puzzled.

    "It's over. The Dark Dragon's Breath can easily kill a low-level Martial Saint. We don't dare to attack him casually." The palace master on the right sighed in despair.

    The golden light flashed, and thousands of rays of light appeared on the Tai Chi Yin and Yang Flame Diagram. To everyone's surprise, in the astonished eyes of everyone, it actually blocked three dragon breaths.

    &n??He almost fell into a murderous path and couldn't extricate himself.  This Death Throne does not need Elder Bai to remind him, he will act cautiously.

    "what is that!"

    On the deck, suddenly there was a disciple, pointing forward in surprise and saying.

    Xiao Chen followed his gaze and saw a pure white sedan in the distance, draped in white gauze, floating ghostly in the starry sky. It looked very scary in the blink of an eye.

    Only when you look closely, you will find that the sedan seeds are not automatically flying, but there are eight green shadows ghost, carrying the sedan seeds, running quickly in the starry sky.

    "The eight ghosts carrying the sedan chair are the martial saint-level masters of the ghost tribe!"

    "They followed the direction of the group of corpse dragon battleships and chased them."

    Elder Bai had a very bad impression of both the corpse clan and the ghost clan, and said with disgust: "Don't worry about it, just let them bite dogs."

    Fellow members of the zombie clan and ghost clan practice the Avenue of Death. One collects the corpses of the dead, and the other collects the souls of the dead. Their development directions are completely different, and they both dislike each other.

    There are often wars breaking out between each other, and there are countless things that undermine each other. Therefore, Elder Bai and the other three are not too surprised by the appearance of the ghost sedan.

    " Xiao Chen is very interested in the ghost sedan. His consciousness has been chasing him for a long time. If his guess is correct.

    The owner of the corpse dragon battleship temporarily gave up the throne of death. It is very likely that it has a lot to do with the ghost sedan that is chasing after him.

    Suddenly, a gap opened in the curtain of the ghost sedan, and Xiao Chen could see the face of the charming woman clearly. He was startled and took a step back involuntarily.

    There was clearly a female ghost sitting inside, with her long tongue hanging out, her eyes without beads, just a black hole with blood flowing from seven holes.

    When I took a closer look, I realized that I just saw a phantom, and the female ghost disappeared.  A woman with fair skin, cold appearance, and a red dress smiled meaningfully at him and closed the curtain again.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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