The yellow sand stretches as far as the eye can see.
The corpse cultivation is also endless.
Giant yellow sand men fought with the corpse cultivators.
“Bang, bang, bang…”
The corpse cultivators attacked fiercely and the yellow sand people were defeated one by one.
But in the blink of an eye, huge yellow sand men appeared in front of the corpse cultivators.
“Puff…”
When a corpse cultivator was fighting with the yellow sand people, his head was instantly cut off by a flash of silver light.
Black blood gushed out like a stream, and the remaining half of the corpse cultivator's body was shattered by the yellow sand man's big palm.
A dark bead rolled out, but disappeared in a flash.
The void fluctuated slightly and then calmed down, "Huh... Three hundred and twenty-third..." The cultivator Liu Hong who was hiding in the formation shook his wrist, took a deep breath, and then reached out to another corpse cultivator.
She had been killing non-stop in the illusion array for several days, but she still couldn't kill all the damn corpse cultivators.
Her immortal energy was almost exhausted. If the higher-ups didn't send someone to replace her, Liu Hong smiled bitterly and thought that this was the end of her.
“Puff…”
A silver light flashed in Liu Hong's hand, and another corpse cultivator's head fell to the ground.
"puff……"
At this moment, Liu Hong looked down at her chest in surprise. Endless pain spread from her chest, and a skinny hand like a ghost claw broke out of her chest.
“Bang bang…”
Another hand pierced through her chest, and Liu Hong was torn into two halves by these ghost-like hands.
Liu Hong's eyes were wide open as she died, fixed on the pair of dry hands that tore her apart.
The unconscious attack of the corpse cultivator took the life of a cultivator.
The difference in numbers is always too great. Although there is the assistance of the formation, but... these monks who are immersed in the tide of corpses, no matter how they fight, the result... seems to be the same.
“Let’s end it!”
In the distance, a death star exploded.
Dark clouds rolled over the sky and arrived in front of the ship in an instant.
Sun Yu appears and the black clouds retreat.
"It's Sun Yu!"
Mengqin and others couldn't help but marvel.
Sun Zheng and Nangong Shi immediately flew away. At the same time, Nangong Shi swung the axe in his hand, and a force that seemed to tear the void attacked Sun Yu.
Sun Zheng waved the magic sword in his hand, and a sharp sword light also shot towards Sun Yu at the same time.
Sun Yu didn't even look at the two of them, nor did he need to dodge. He directly slapped the first ship with his palm.
A solid black palm appeared in the void.
The big palm contained terrifying power. Wherever the palm wind went, no matter whether they were enemies or friends, all cultivators below the level of Immortal Emperor were turned into dust.
Four cultivators with the peak level of Immortal Emperor cultivation flew out from his side and pounced on Sun Zheng and Nangong Shi.
The four cultivators struck out with their palms repeatedly, using their physical strength to directly resist the attacks of Sun Zheng and Nangong Shi.
At the same time, Sun Yu's black palm pressed down fiercely.
The void immediately stirred up violent fluctuations, and the formation collapsed under Sun Yu's palm.
Whether it was corpse cultivators or human cultivators, they all turned into pulp when the formation collapsed...
Sun Yu's cultivation is surprisingly powerful...
Mengqin and others were all extremely shocked.
In the formation warehouse, a center of the formation exploded, and thousands of monks surrounding the center of the formation were hit by the violent backlash of spiritual power, vomiting blood and dying.
Then, another formation center exploded...
"Everyone, retreat quickly..."
Elder Fu Tang's eyes were about to bleed, but in the end, he said this too late...
All the formations of the five warships collapsed under Sun Yu's attack.
Sun Yu was waiting for this day, when their formation's spiritual power was running low...
Surround without attacking, constantly harassing...
Their strength was being consumed every moment until this day arrived.
The corpse cultivators attacked the ship, and the ship instantly became a living hell.
The monks used up their last bit of immortal energy, and the sound of self-explosions was heard around the ship continuously.
Meng Qin and the others each fought against two cultivators at the peak of the Immortal Emperor level. Although they were well-equipped, they were still defeated and retreated step by step.
"Puff..." Meng Qin was hit in the chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and she flew backwards...
"Junior sister..."
"Xiaoqin..."
"beauty……"
"Ahhhh, all of you go live! Go live!"
The red squirrel went berserk, howling and cursing.
It had transformed into a dragon, and with a curl of its big tail, it rolled up Mengqin and placed her on its back.
At this moment, he was the only one without any injuries.
Mengqin threw a handful of pills into her mouth, and some color gradually returned to her pale face.
"Xiaohong, I'm fine." Mengqin patted the red squirrel's back and said with all her might.
At the same time, something surprising happened. The bodies of the two peak-level Immortal Emperor cultivators who had attacked Meng Qin before began to rot.
Disgusting pieces of flesh and blood fell off one by one, and his cultivation level plummeted.
"Hahahaha, Grandpa understands. Damn, I'll scold you until you're alive, you dead things!"
"Attack with all your might! All of you corpse cultivators, come back to life!
Aaaaah, grandpa’s curse hasn’t disappeared, he just didn’t use the right method.
You disgusting guys, come back alive..."
The red squirrel howled and spewed flames, helping the ordinary monks and cursing madly.
As long as the corpse cultivators below the level of Immortal Emperor are within the range of his curse, 90% of them will be affected.
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