Xiang Chen narrowed his eyes, his right arm covered with golden scales, and suddenly punched out!

"The power of the emperor and witch - breaking the boundary!"

The fist wind teared the space and directly penetrated the chest of the monk Death God, shattering the underworld core inside his body. The monk Death God made a shrill roar, and his body turned into ashes and dissipated.

On the other side, Li Ping'an faced the siege of two death monks, with a weak expression.

"The law of the foreign land is worthy of judgment on me?"

He pointed and stroked, the time sword in the nine ancient swords behind him was unsheathed, and the sword's edge flowed through the law of time. In an instant, the time flow rate on the battlefield was forcibly distorted!

The movements of the two death monks became slow, as if they were trapped in a mud.

"Nine-Earth Sword Sutra-Chaos Slash!"

Li Ping'an slashed out with a sword, and the chaotic sword energy swept through, twewing the bodies of the two death cultivators into pieces, and annihilated their underworld cores!

However, reinforcements from the Death God Clan were continuous, and more undead warriors crawled out of the underworld, and there was even a leader of the Death God in the Heavenly Territory of Taiyi Immortal!

The commander of the God of Death held a black and gold scepter, and a dark green eye of the God of Underworld was embedded at the top of the scepter. He looked at the two coldly: "Oriental heretic monks, your souls will be imprisoned forever!"

Xiang Chen and Li Ping'an looked at each other and nodded tacitly.

"Join together?"

"Can."

The next second, the two of them exploded with the strongest killing moves at the same time!

Xiang Chen activated the Wuji Tianlian Furnace, and the chaotic fire gushed at the mouth of the furnace, turning into phantoms of thousands of beasts such as golden crows, white tigers, black trunks, and pounced on the commander of the God of Death!

Li Ping'an came out with nine swords at the same time, and the nine-pole sword intent intertwined into a sword net, blocking the retreat of the leader of the God of Death!

The leader of the Death God roared, his scepter smashed the ground, the River Styx surged, and countless undead hands stretched out from the ground, trying to drag the two of them.

However--

"Bixiaojiujiu - sighing in Guixu!"

Xiang Chen cut a black hole with his blade and swallowed all the undead hands!

"Nine-Earth Sword Sutra - Destroy the Death of the Tribulation!"

Li Ping'an's sword light turned into a storm of destruction and penetrated directly into the chest of the god of death!

"boom--!"

The body ruled by the god of death collapsed under the strangulation of chaos and sword energy, and the underworld core exploded and turned into a dark fire in the sky and dissipated!

The battlefield was briefly silent, and then more monks of the Death Clan rushed from all directions.

Xiang Chen shook the Nether Fire on the knife and grinned: "It seems that he has to fight for a bloody path."

Li Ping'an calmly put away his sword: "It's just my wish."

The two of them faced each other again!

On the battlefield where the Styx River was surging, more than 300 disciples of the Jie Sect who had only cultivated themselves to form back-to-back formations of the first and second levels of Taiyi Immortal Lord.

The bronze array plate they sacrificed was covered with cracks, and the "Rongyi Micro-Dust Array" array map suspended in the center was eroded by the rotten underworld.

The female cultivator in the blue-clothed at the eye of the formation bit the tip of her tongue, and the spurted natal essence and blood ignited a blue flame on the formation pattern: "Stand it! Senior brothers, solve the commanders--"

Before she finished speaking, the black sand storm wrapped in the scarab beetle shattered the formation. The rabbit demon disciple, who was the first to be hit, exploded blood in both ears. She watched in horror as her jade pestle magic weapon gnawed into a honeycomb shape by the insect swarm.

Three golden scales suddenly emerged from the sandstorm. The death cultivator holding the scale gently tamped with his bone claws, and the rabbit demon's chest suddenly cracked the blood marks. The beating heart was taken out of thin air, and turned into withered pieces of flesh at one end of the scale.

"No...fair..." When the rabbit demon knelt down, more than 20 fellow disciples behind her covered their hearts at the same time. Their soul turned into 365 dark green silk threads, which were sucked into the nasal cavity by the god of death monk through the balance, and their true spirits were protected and fell into the samsara.

The monk's shriveled jackal head suddenly filled up, and his rotten eyes became green and bright again.

"Sword Formation! Quickly build sword Formation!"

Seven human swords cultivators step on the Beidou direction, and their natal flying swords intertwined into a silver light net.

But when the sword light slashed the shroud of the Death monk, countless thorny vines suddenly emerged from the gap between the cloth strips - these plants that had absorbed the nutrients of the soul entangled in the flying sword like living creatures, and the Taoist patterns engraved on the sword body were dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sword cultivator in the lead suddenly screamed. His shadow twisted and deformed under the moonlight, and he stood up and pinched his throat.

The other six people wanted to rescue him when they saw this, but were pierced by the ankles by the vines rising from the ground. The vines grew wildly along their blood vessels, and in the blink of an eye they were tied into a sieve of flesh.

Before the first fall of the sword cultivator's pupils spread, he saw the Death monk dipping his bone finger in his brain and carving a new curse rune on the golden scale.

The war situation in the southwest region was fierce. The "Yi Wood Formation" composed of fifty disciples of the genius racial genius was originally the strongest auxiliary, but now it has become the key hunting target of the Death Clan.

As soon as the disciples turned into a Ten Thousand Years of Ginseng King activated the healing of the Spirit Rain, five death monks used chains to penetrate their limbs. They pulled the ginseng beards like sharing food, stuffed the broken limbs flowing with spiritual liquid into their mouths and chewed them.

"Fellow Taoists, please go!" King Gan roared and released countless years of Taoist practice.

When the green life fluctuations exploded, the scarab beetles on the body surface of ten nearby monks of Death fell off.

But this sacrifice was only exchanged for a moment of breathing - more death monks crawled out of the underworld, carrying the altar made of skulls and pressing the captured vegetation monsters on the altar.

The groove in the center of the altar quickly filled with five-colored blood. When a leader of the Death God inserted his scepter into the blood pool, the viscous liquid suddenly boiled into the ghost fire of the Netherworld.

Three hundred painful faces appeared in the flames, which were the souls of the monks who had just been swallowed. These faces struggled to escape, but were licked by the flames to become the purest essence of soul power.

"The sacrifice is completed." At the top of the scepter ruled by the God of Death, the sixth eye of the God of Death slowly opened.

The underworld domain under his feet expanded to a range of thousands of miles, and all the monks in this range began to mutate - their bone claws stretched into a scimitar-like shape, with rotten membrane wings bulging behind them, and even the entangled shroud evolved into blood-sucking thorns.

The most terrifying transformation occurred at the core of the battlefield. Anubis, who had only had the third level of Taiyi Immortal Master's cultivation level, had now swallowed the souls of more than 200 monks.

The scale on his golden scale had already exploded, and he had to compress the excess energy of life into dark red crystals and inlaid it on his sternum.

"It's not enough..." Seit tore open his rotten abdomen and stuffed three dying dragon disciples in it.

His internal organs immediately turned into a grinding disc-shaped soul crusher, grinding the dragon monks into plasma with dragon roars and screams.

As the last piece of reverse scale was digested, Seit's spine exploded, and a second scorpion tail grew from the tail bone.

When the seventh formation master's soul was chewed, Seit suddenly knelt down and spasmed. The scarab beetles on his body burst into pieces, revealing the newly born black scales below.

The Eye of the God of the Underworld at the top of the scepter opened to the ninth one after another. Each eyeball reflected the laws of death with different attributes - plague, famine, aging, fear...

"Death... needs more death..." Sait, who evolved to the peak of Taiyi Immortal Lord, whistled to the sky.

His newly acquired scorpion tail suddenly split into nine, each tail hook carrying the extreme death law of different attributes.

The first one to suffer were the eighty Buddhist practitioners who formed a formation nearby. Their Vajra Indestructible bodies were like rotten wood in front of the "Hook of Aging", and in the blink of an eye turned into hunched mummies.

The complete body of the Death Extreme Taoist began to harvest the battlefield. Seit's scepter paused slightly, and all the corpses within a thousand miles stood up at the same time, including those disciples of the Jie Sect who had just been killed.

Their rotten claws tear open the defenses of their comrades during their lifetime, and maggots will instantly breed in the wounds that are bitten.

"That's...the ultimate path of death!" The sword cultivator Yu Jingxiu, who was fighting with the three death leaders, suddenly shrank his pupils.

He saw Seit grabbing a monk from the Suzaku clan from the air. The Nanming Lihuo in the disciple's body turned into a dark cold flame, burning himself into an off-white bone sculpture from the inside out.

The most terrifying thing is the contagiousness of the law of death. When Seit inserted his bone claws into the ground, the erosion rate of the underworld soared ten times.

Hundreds of monks who were unable to retreat suddenly staggered, and their shadows automatically left their bodies and in turn manipulated their bodies toward the Legion of Death. These puppets parasitized by shadows retained 80% of their combat power during their lifetime, but became the sharpest swords for slaughtering their fellow disciples.

"Join the Zhuxian Sword Formation! Hurry!" Li Ping'an's nine ancient swords finally shattered the powerful enemy in front of him, but when he looked back, Seit had already used the death path to pollute half of the battlefield.

Thousands of cultivators were wailing on the golden scale, and their life essence was being transported through the Styx River, nourishing more death commanders at the heavenly level of Taiyi Immortal Lord.

The battlefield under the blood moon seemed to have become a huge digestive organ, and every inch of land was chewing and devouring the flesh and soul of the disciples of the Jie Cult.
Chapter completed!