Chapter 760

"What a big tone. In hundreds of years, you are still the first to dare to threaten the blood lion city like this." the ancestor of the blood lion was angry at the speech. "Don't say you don't know whether the person you're looking for is in the blood lion city. Even if you know, it's impossible to give you a ghost family."

Lu Xiaotian was a little relieved. He secretly said that he was afraid that when he saw the mysterious ghost King killing the green robed old man and the demon eagle with more than ten levels of strength one after another, he was frightened. The blood lion ancestor was a human monk after all, and there were two more helpers at this time.

There are thousands of monks watching below. If the Xuanyan ghost king is allowed to search the city for a while, the face of the ancestor of the blood lion will be lost.

"Jie Jie, I haven't slaughtered the city for hundreds of years. Since you want to die, I will help you." the ghost king of Xuanyan smiled strangely.

"Talk big!" the man in white was violent. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand and a golden seal soared.

The golden seal of the square sky was covered against the dark clouds in the distance, and the golden light burst out, as if the sky were going to be crushed.

The woman in white offered a blue zither, stretched out her finger and played it. The zither flew forward, one left and one right with the golden seal of Fang Tian. The zither played in the void. The zither string moved by itself, and the Qi that made people dizzy and swollen came from the zither.

"Blood Sea Lion territory!" facing the mysterious ghost king in front of him, the ancestor of the blood lion seemed to be dignified. He spit out numbers coldly. When he opened his mouth, a white vial spit out. The white vial poured out, and a large amount of blood like liquid poured out. In the twinkling of an eye, it had spread to more than ten miles in the air, and the blood waves rolled. The startling waves beat the shore and hit the cloud in the air.

The blood lion under the ancestral seat of the blood lion looked up and roared.

Lu Xiaotian also covered his ears, but his eyes were fixed on the scene of the battle between Yuanying's ancestor and Xuanyan ghost king in the air. In his position, it is not easy to see friar Yuanying fight with his own eyes.

As for others, their faces either showed some excitement or were afraid of being affected by the war between Yuanying's ancestors and the ghost clan. This is not a joke. Even if you are hit by a small chaotic force, it may be the end of both form and spirit. Especially the friars who built the foundation and the friars in the Qi refining period. Once affected, it is almost certain to die.

The ancestors of the blood lion made a great effort, which was far beyond Lu Xiaotian's imagination, but Lu Xiaotian felt bad when he saw the mountain like clouds opposite.

"Ghost Yao!" sure enough, Lu Xiaotian's guess didn't last long, and the rolling cloud spit out two words coldly.

Fist size, green eyes are so cold that they look like a cold pool for thousands of years.

The dark cloud rolled, and a small black round ball with a radius of only a foot slowly left from the dark cloud, and then rose gradually.

Lu Xiaotian looked at it from a distance as if a black sun was rising in the air. The small black ball looked small, but the blood Lion City covering a wide area looked extremely small under the reflection of the black ball.

Silk threads shone down like the light from the black sun.

Zizi, tumbling, and the blood sea lion field photographed by the startled waves began to transpiration at the speed of the naked eye under the reflection of the black sun. Turned into a white breath and disappeared.

The golden seal and the blue zither of Fang Tian can't stand the exposure of the black sun. The golden light of Yan Tian's golden seal is constantly eaten by the black silk thread. The sharp sound of the blue zither in the air seemed to turn into sobs.

"What?" the ancestor of the blood lion, both men and women in white, seemed to be unable to accept the scene in front of him. Their faces were flushed, and the towering mana seemed to be stirring up another heaven under the reflection of the black sun, with golden works and guzheng playing wildly. The sea of blood rolled and the wild lion roared.

The sunshine like black silk thread seemed to subside, but soon it was shrouded again.

Looking at the dark sun gradually climbing, the endless darkness shrouded over, and in the twinkling of an eye to cover the whole blood Lion City, Lu Xiaotian's face was as heavy as water. The light of light red flashed behind him, and his wings moved slightly, and people had quickly jumped out of the blood lion city. He had a feeling that if the black sun covered the whole blood lion city and locked him, he could not escape.

In a hurry, Lu Xiaotian looked back. A large number of gas refining friars were reflected by the black sunshine and covered the sky with ghost gas. Thousands of monks in the period of Qi refining began to melt like ice and snow.

The shrill screams continued. These melted gas refining friars become a trace of gloomy ghost gas. Occasionally, due to higher cultivation, only flesh and blood melt into a semi disabled or complete white bone, and the weak phosphorous fire in their eyes is full of wrong jaws. It seems to have become a skeleton with extremely low spiritual consciousness.

In the far sky, under the black sunshine, the blood lion city has been completely shrouded in the gloomy ghost gas. And the half empty blood lion ancestors, men and women in white. At this time, as if bathed in the dark sun, there was a layer of black on the body surface, and the specific appearance could not be seen clearly. Just from its violent changes, it could be seen that several people were struggling in great pain.

Lu Xiaotian had an unprecedented fear in his heart. In the whole blood Lion City, those surviving Jindan friars ran away. It was not uncommon for them to escape from the city early. These people fled in all directions for fear of staying in the blood lion city for another moment.

Wild mountains and mountains, demon birds fly, demon beasts run. The surrounding spirit trees and grass withered and lost their vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye. The original lush blood lion city and the surrounding area of hundreds of miles have become desolate.

The original vibrant city is like purgatory at this time. The monks who had no time to escape were all destroyed in the dark sun, or became semi disabled skeletons.

This is the power of the ghost king in his later period! Lu Xiaotian's heart is not desolate. He is himself at this time. Under the fierce threat of the other party, he is also like grass mustard.

In mid air, the blood lion ancestor, his spirit beast, blood lion, and men and women in white have begun to melt, leaving only the feet below the waist still struggling.

The magic wing of the bat King behind Lu Xiaotian fans fiercely. There is no fluke, just want to escape as far as possible, the farther away from the terrible mysterious nightmare ghost king, the better.

"Do you think you can escape?" the voice of the mysterious nightmare ghost king came from the rear, floating abnormally.

Behind Lu Xiaotian's back, there was a cold and sour, but there was a sneer in his heart. Although you are powerful, no one can cure you. Can you really think of yourself as a god turning friar? There are also great friars in the later stage of Yuanying among the Terrans, who may not be able to suppress your ghost family.

The mountains and rivers retreated at an amazing speed at the foot. The harmless city was getting closer and closer. Being chased by the mysterious ghost king, there was almost no way to heaven and no way to the earth. At this time, Lu Xiaotian really felt that there was nowhere to escape except the harmless city. What on earth is the Yin devouring ghost wheel, which is worthy of such a big fight by the Xuanyan ghost king?