Boom, boom … Little Fire Crow flapped its wings, and greenish-white pillars of flame fell from the sky. However, most of them were just for show, and had almost no lethality. However, a few of them carried the True Brahma Flame, and once touched, the ghosts would either die or be injured. The True Brahma Flame was a spiritual fire that even late-stage ghost kings were wary of, let alone when it was unleashed by Little Fire Crow.
Previously, this fellow didn't seem to like this kind of bluffing method. Unexpectedly, he learned it quite quickly. Lu Xiaotian smiled. He had used the Illusion Mirror to create an illusion, and Little Fire Crow had perfect control over the spiritual fire, making it difficult for the ghosts to distinguish between the real and the fake.
After dealing with dozens of ghost kings and releasing Little Fire Ya, Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng didn't get involved in the chaotic battle. Instead, they flew toward the Eighteen Golden Men and Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord.
Seeing Lu Xiaotian's ferocity, the green-armored skeleton naturally didn't take the initiative to provoke him. Together with the worried Su Qing, the two retreated into the rolling white bone wheel.
Buzz. The Eighteen Golden Men threw out the long sabers in their hands, and the eighteen sabers formed a huge wheel in the air, spinning rapidly toward Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord.
Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord's body shook, and three identical figures appeared in the surging ghostly qi. However, the huge wheel didn't hesitate and went straight for Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord on the left.
"Damn it, this trick doesn't work at all." Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord threw out a purple ball of light, which collided with the huge wheel, and his body was sent flying again. In the battle in the ice cave, his Burning Ghost Lantern had been destroyed, and was useless. In the battle just now, the ghostly spear in his hand was also destroyed. His defensive armor was also destroyed by the Eighteen Golden Men.
What puzzled Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord was that he didn't know what the Eighteen Golden Men's long sabers were made of. No matter what he did, he couldn't hurt them at all.
Where the Eighteen Golden Men and Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord were fighting, the bone wheels that pulled the thick bone chains collapsed, leaving a mess on the ground.
Previously, he had been defeated by the Eighteen Men of Gold in the ice cave. He did not expect that even after refining the second portion of dragon essence, he still could not withstand it. It had not been long since the last battle. At this moment, the Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord hesitated for a moment. His eyes flashed fiercely, and his thick arms rose above his head. Like an Essence Spirit emerging from its shell, a huge Purple Crocodile shadow emerged from the top of his head.
"Crocodile Dragon Descends!" The purple crocodile shadow was slightly different from its original body. Its originally thick arms and legs had turned into dragon legs. There were two short horns on its head. Although they hadn't taken shape yet, they looked no different from a dragon's. There was a white ball of light between Xiao Chen's eyebrows. It was the portion of the second portion of Dragon Essence that he had yet to refine.
The Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord's original body retreated at an extremely fast speed. The huge Crocodile Dragon swam back and forth in the air. It opened its mouth, and a dazzling purplish-white ball of light shot towards the Eighteen Men of Gold's huge saber wheel. It was like a dragon's breath, carrying with it a destructive aura. It had the aura of dragon essence, as well as the evil aura of the Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord.
The huge saber wheel collided with the dragon's breath, and the resulting ball of light suppressed all the colors in the area.
The huge saber wheel seemed to have met its match. The Eighteen Men of Gold poured their spiritual power into the saber, but the saber wheel couldn't move an inch. However, the Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord didn't seem to be in a good state. His face was flushed red.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The Eighteen Men of Gold stacked in the air again, forming the shape of a pyramid. Like a small mountain, they flew towards the Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord.
At this moment, the Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord was really angry. He used his dragon essence to form the Crocodile Dragon shadow. The Eighteen Men of Gold came crashing down like a heavy mountain. It was unavoidable. The Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord's eyes narrowed. Without the sabers, the Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord wanted to see what the Eighteen Men of Gold could do.
"Ha!" The Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord roared. He raised his hands and did not dodge. Instead, he charged towards the Eighteen Men of Gold stacked into the small mountain.
The Eighteen Men of Gold were puppets. Besides the invincible fighting spirit left behind by the Great Emperor Qinling, they didn't know what fear was. The mountain-like human pyramid pressed down on the Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord. Ice, wind, thunder, and the power of the Five Elements fused together. Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord's face changed. He realized that once he clashed with the Eighteen Golems of Gold, he could not shake them off. Eight different types of powers fused together, and the resultant force was extremely sticky. Once it clung to him, it was like a sticky plaster. Moreover, the Eighteen Men of Gold's power was endless. Even with his strength, he couldn't tell how strong they were.
The two different powers clashed. In this world, there was nothing more dazzling than the Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord holding the Eighteen Men of Gold.
The huge knife wheel spun rapidly. It was still in a stalemate with the dragon breath of the Crocodile Dragon. Everywhere it passed, everything was crushed. Occasionally, a few human or ghostly warships couldn't dodge in time and were caught in the violent impact. They were instantly shredded to pieces.
Hu, hu ….
Heavy panting sounds came from the horizon. The Ice Soul Ghostly Corpse that had disappeared earlier was now flashing from the horizon like a ghost. It was closing in rapidly. Lu Xiaotian was shocked. The Ice Soul Ghostly Corpse's strength was at the Soul Formation realm. Although it hadn't been refined for long, Lu Xiaotian knew that he wouldn't be able to withstand it with his current strength. The Eighteen Men of Gold and the Purple Crocodile Ghostly Lord were in a stalemate. If the Ice Soul Ghostly Corpse joined in, the outcome would be unpredictable.
Where was that old monster, Xiang Huaxin? Just as Lu Xiaotian was hesitating, a Green Edge Sword pierced through the air. Lu Xiaotian heaved a sigh of relief. Xiang Huaxin had finally arrived at the critical moment.
Further away, huge snowflakes were dancing in the air like blades. Dongfang Yi and Luo Zhongting's battle hadn't stopped for a moment.
Without the Soul Formation ghostly cultivators holding them back, the human race's advantage continued to expand. With Xiang Kuo and Little Fire Crow as the arrowhead, they were invincible. Especially after the Ten Ghostly Servants and dozens of ghostly kings were killed by Lu Xiaotian. Ordinary True Meaning ghostly cultivators were no match for the two of them. The Qin Clan's arrow formation and the terracotta cavalry were steadily advancing.
Even Xiang Donglai had mobilized a fleet of warships to destroy the undulating white bone wheel. A large number of bone chains were broken.
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