Under Luo Ji's command, one Yin Cha took his position after another, and a magnificent formation was spread out on the ground. Four grand masters were in the lead, twenty or thirty grand masters were assisting, and there were nearly a thousand C-level Yin Cha as the base of the formation.
Everyone's faces turned serious.
This formation is not often used.
Because it is too dangerous, you need to summon the ghost in your body. If you are not careful, you will be bitten by the ghost.
But there is nothing we can do now.
Yin energy filled the air, forming a large black fog. In the formation, the Yin messengers looked like evil spirits, their bodies appearing and disappearing slowly.
When the white-haired monster rushed in front of him.
Out of the black fog, a huge green-skinned evil ghost walked out. It had a bloody face and fangs, was as big as a hill, and had an astonishing aura, and slapped out with a palm.
The white-haired monster was smashed into the ground, and its body was cracked.
The green-skinned evil ghost picked it up, as if wanting to tear it in half.
It was only then that I could see clearly that this was actually an old water monkey, perhaps the ancestor of all water monkeys. No wonder it was so evil and powerful, reaching the half-king level.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak"
The white-haired water monkey let out a sharp cry, and its long, pointed nails spread out for more than half a meter, so sharp that it was unimaginable.
A cold light flashed, and the green-skinned evil ghost's finger was broken into pieces. The white-haired water monkey turned into a residual shadow and disappeared on the ground. It reappeared and went directly to the back of the evil ghost's neck. Its long nails dug into the flesh and dug out a ball of flesh and blood.
The green-skinned evil ghost stretched out his hand to cover it, but the other party had already dodged again.
Even if the Ghost Messenger Formation was fully deployed, it was still no match for a Half-King because the Green-skinned Evil Ghost was too limited. It had great strength but poor agility. It was huge and bulky, almost becoming a sitting duck.
On the underworld side, the battle situation is difficult.
Not only that, two more coffins were opened.
Two river gods came out.
Generally, the gods of tributary rivers would be reborn as the sons of the river gods, and after practicing until they reach "adulthood", they would be summoned by the river gods and river gods downstream of the long river to become the foundation of the ghost worship lineage.
These two people are just like that.
This time, Jiang Chen, who had been dodging continuously, took action and swallowed a spiritual ginseng pill directly. Two half-kings walked out and stopped a river god respectively.
At this time, a sound was heard from afar.
"Lingbao Sect, Xiaoyaozi is here, which evildoer dares to cause trouble!"
An old Taoist priest in a purple robe flew over. He had a rather unique appearance, with a golden magic mirror on his forehead and a consecrated Eight Immortals back armor on his body. Every scale was covered with ancient symbols.
In his left hand was a large gourd, in his right hand was a wooden sword struck by lightning, on which was tied a piece of spiritual jade, and in his mouth he even held a Bagua plate.
There was a big bag on his back, making a clanging sound. There must be quite a few magical instruments inside.
Without a word, the old Taoist priest rushed over to a coffin and took out a handful of soul-sealing nails, trying to nip his opponent in the bud.
Unfortunately, it failed. The lid of the coffin exploded, and wood chips and talisman paper flew everywhere.
A figure covered in blood walked out, his skin red and purple.
Du Yuwang, Zou Lianshan, and Jiang Chen all couldn't help but look over.
"A fully formed blood corpse?"
"No wonder this coffin was sealed with a large amount of talisman paper before."
"Xiaoyaozi, you know how to choose your opponent. You picked the strongest one!"
The old Taoist priest was so angry that he almost vomited blood, but there was nothing he could do. He had chosen his opponent himself, so he had to fight to the end even if he cried. He then stabbed the other person's forehead with his sword and ran away in a flash.
He had just run a short distance out of the door when he started muttering something.
"The might of heaven is like a canopy, and the power of thunder is like a prison."
"Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant..."
After a long string of spells, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the sky, followed by a lightning pillar as thick as a bucket falling down and hitting the peach wood sword.
The bloody corpse was chopped black all over.
But its recovery ability was so amazing that it could tear off the charred parts of its body and then grow flesh again.
At the same time, the formed blood corpse suddenly softened, turned into a pool of blood, fell into the river and disappeared.
The next moment, it suddenly appeared behind the old Taoist priest and pierced his back with one hand.
The old Taoist priest fell from mid-air and died a worse death than death.
However, when the Blood Corpse examined the corpse, he discovered that it had turned into a scarecrow, and a huge magic mirror, emitting a strong golden glow, illuminated it from behind...
The bloody corpse covered its body and rolled on the ground.
The two half-kings fought again, using magic and evil techniques.
The situation in the underworld is not optimistic. There is still a half-king who has not been dealt with. At this moment, the sarcophagus is shaking constantly, as if something horrible is about to come out.
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