Nine Desolate Sword Demon

Chapter 172 Old Devil Nine, Mei Mu

"This!"

Several elders from other clans and the big demon showed their shock. They had never seen this kind of method before, and they all became a little jealous of the members of the Yinyang clan. After going back, they must report it to the higher authorities!
"Brother Lingling, what kind of demon and sorcery are you doing!" An old man from the Yu family frowned and asked at this time, even his great cultivation base seemed to be halved at this time, making it difficult to move for a while.

"This is one of the unique skills of our Yin-Yang clan. It is said that people who have seen it will basically die." The corner of Yinhun's mouth curled up with a hint of evil charm, turned around, and glanced at the other powerful people. elder.

"you!"

Hearing the last few words, several old people shuddered instantly, their hair standing on end!
"It turns out that your Yin-Yang clan is really what Peng Ye said, you slaughtered the Ji clan and also destroyed the Dao Xuanzong?!" The old man of the Yu clan lowered his face.

"It's abominable! Peng Ye is going to die, and you Yin-Yang Clan, we must also attack you!" The old man of the Ying Clan shouted loudly, and a powerful force gushed out in an instant!The whole body actually swelled up!

Following Ying's old man's movements, so did the other old men. They actually wanted to explode themselves at the same time!Five or six powerful self-destructs can beat the full blow of any saint!There is no doubt about it!

"Do you think you have the ability to use self-explosion under my nose to make the god escape from the body?" The lingering figure quickly bypassed several people like a ghost, and several old people stopped their movements, and finally their eyes were bloodshot stand up……

"Do not--!"

The powerful face of the crocodile tribe is hideous and extremely terrifying, its eyes have changed from blood-colored to black, all black, no different from the eyes of those corpses who came back from the dead at the foot of the mountain!

A powerful corpse slave appeared!The breath is terrifying, twice as strong as before!
Immediately afterwards, the other elderly people were all without exception!

"It turns out that your Yin-Yang clan is the real mastermind behind the scenes." Zhiqiu Yiye also seemed to understand something now, looked at Peng Ye and sighed a little, then turned his attention to the lingering soul again: "A The young man is blamed, he should have a bright future, he is really a pillar of the human race, but because of your framing, he has fallen into a demon, it is simply too much for heaven and earth!"

"Jie Jie Jie, the world is hard to tolerate? But the world is not you, so what can I do?" The corner of the ghost's mouth curled up with a confident but not arrogant opening, staring at Zhiqiu Yiye, "Today, this Kunlun It is your burial place!"

Swish swish!
After saying that, several powerful corpse slaves behind him rushed to Zhiqiu Yiye, and all the corpse slaves below also rushed to Peng Ye and others!
"They don't feel pain, they only have the will to fight. If they want to destroy these corpse slaves, they must smash their heads." Reaching out, he sealed the throat of the corpse slave who rushed up to him with a sword.

"Be careful yourselves, I'll kill the culprit first!" Zhi Qiu Yiye looked dignified, avoiding those powerful figures, and rushed towards the direction of the lingering soul.

Swish swish!
However, before he got close, the powerful corpse slaves who had avoided turned back again, and shot out a powerful beam of black energy, the power contained in it was quite terrifying.

Rumble!
Even Zhiqiu Yiye, who blocked the black light with the blade of his sword, was still attacked by several powerful men. He took a step back, frowned slightly, and finally retreated in the direction of Peng Ye and others.

He knew that if he rushed over now, he couldn't kill the lingering soul with a single blow. These powerful corpse slaves had soared in strength, and unlike other corpse slaves, they knew how to protect their heads, which was very tricky.

"He Di, where's your holy artifact?" Peng Ye asked.

"The sound wave sacred instrument can shock living beings, and it can also shatter them, but with my current ability, I can't use this dementor flute to its true ability." He Di took out the dementor flute and blew it a few times. For eggs.

"What else?" Peng Ye asked.

"After all, the ancient mirror is easy to operate, maybe it can, but it's broken, so it's gone!" He Di smiled wryly, "The other one is the sky-covering wings behind me, the holy weapon of speed, a total of three pieces!"

"Lend me Zhe Tianyi!" Peng Ye's expression was slightly solemn.

At such a critical moment, He Di directly handed it to Peng Ye without saying a word.

Swish!
Peng Ye carried the Zhe Tianyi on his back, and with a quick push, the Nian Duan sword in his hand swept over the corpse slaves, just like a harvester!Heads fell one by one...

"Pfft!"

Peng Ye slashed and spit out a mouthful of blood. Before using Wanjian Guizong to deal with thousands of people, the consumption can be imagined. Even Zhiqiu Yiye didn't dare to control tens of thousands of weapons 'not his own' at the same time!
Using one's own weapon to change the sword wave and manipulating tens of thousands of other people's weapons at the same time are completely two concepts. Using one's own weapon to clone yourself only requires one piece of spiritual power, but to control tens of thousands of physical weapons is equivalent to using spiritual power Separated into tens of thousands!
If it weren't for the fact that he was naturally full of spiritual power, and that he had eaten the longevity fruit and the divine spring to temper his body twice in the later stage, he would have collapsed by now!

Now manipulate the holy artifact again!Let's put it this way, if manipulating tens of thousands of weapons makes him collapse, then the consumption of manipulating this sacred weapon is simply the rhythm of not leaving him a way to survive!
"Little guy, you can't do it, don't hold on!" Zhi Qiu Yiye said after shaking off a group of powerful corpse slaves, looking back in Peng Ye's direction.

Peng Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a cold expression on his face, he didn't say much, and continued to kill those corpse slaves!

And just as Peng Ye and the others started fighting with the determination to die, suddenly there was a pleasant flute sound, very pleasant to hear!Intoxicating!
The continuous ups and downs of the flute sound didn't seem to match the bloody scene in Kunlun Mountain at this time, but it just made people stop everything and enjoy it.

"This... this seems to be my Dementor flute." He Di dazedly touched his holy artifact, but somehow it disappeared.

Zhiqiu Yiye was stunned, and quickly chanted scriptures to stabilize his mind. He knew that this was the real Dementia Curse!Those corpse slaves also stopped at this moment!not moving at all!
After the sound of the dirty soil reincarnation formation, it disappeared instantly.

The lingering soul of the Yin-Yang clan and the powerful old man on one side also showed a bit of surprise. After a pause, the lingering soul scanned the sky in one direction.

There, there was a figure filled with purple aura. It was a man with a handsome face. His slender black hair was like silk, moving with the wind. The corner of the dark red brocade gown was also slightly rippling. Beautiful yet very eerie...

"The old ninth demon of the demon clan, Mei Mu."

At this time, the boy's eyes, which were lingering at the figure, revealed a bit of sternness and fierceness.

(End of this chapter)