Chapter 1612: Pursuit
n skull to help the Ice Demon Bat Queen out of trouble, but unexpectedly, he didn't do much to help. Looking at the situation, it seemed that he might even have to sacrifice his hard-won green skull....The Blade of the Netherwind struggled violently, but after all, it was not in the hands of the Purple Crocodile Ghost King. Even as a nascent artifact, it wasn't to the point of defying heaven. After all, there was still Xiang Huaxin, a Nascent Soul monster, sitting in town. At this time, after Lu Xiaoteng swallowed the essence and spirit of the Bi Chan monster's soul, his combat power was not much different from that of the injured Xiang Huaxin. Now that the two were working together, they had imprisoned the Blade of the Netherwind tightly.
Under a flurry of intense attacks, the ferocious flames on the _Ming Feng War Axe_ gradually subsided. Shortly after, the menacing ghostly aura, which had been blazing bright, transformed into a mournful cry. Lu Xia Tian's eyes flickered, seizing the opportunity as the _Ming Feng War Axe_ was severely wounded, and directly absorbed the ghost axe into a _Sumi ring_.
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“Haha, good! Even the old ghost’s axe is gone, this battle is as good as won!” Xiang Kuang laughed loudly.
“Let's go. The Purple Crocodile Ghost King has run far away, don't let him make any more trouble.” Lu Xiaottian was also greatly relieved at this time. He had just teamed up with Xiang Huxin to subdue the Pluto Wind Axe, and only a small part of Bi Chan Lao Gui's soul essence had been consumed. Even if they encountered unexpected events later on, they would still have the strength to fight.
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In the distant horizon, the Purple Crocodile Ghost King's strike of the crocodile dragon phantom unleashed another blast of dragon breath, hitting the colossal blade wheel. With a deafening boom, eighteen long swords exploded instantly, each flying towards one of the eighteen golden men.
At this time, the eighteen golden men who suppressed the Purple Croc Ghost King roared in unison, their figures retreating violently backward. Each of them caught a long saber and before the Purple Croc Ghost King could catch his breath, they swung their sabers across their waists, causing their whole bodies to spin rapidly with the blades. The eighteen golden men spun faster and faster, soon forming swirling vortexes of sword energy.
"Turning Heaven and Earth!"
Eighteen blades of qi formed a wind that swirled and attacked the Purple Crocodile Ghost King and the Dragon Croc phantom together.
Boom, boom, boom.... The dragon's breath spat out by the phantom of the crocodile dragon, as well as the series of fierce attacks launched by the Purple Crocodile Ghost Monarch, continuously repelled the whirlwind in front of them. However, soon, other whirlwinds formed by sword qi swept over again, missing them by a hair's breadth.
Three bolts of icy wind and fifteen blades of the Five Elements Golden Man, viewed from afar, formed a whirlwind of eighteen blades. This intricate formation interlocked, leaving no room for the Purple Crocodile Demon Lord to breathe.
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Xiang Huaxin was also secretly alarmed. The Purple Crocodile Ghost King before his eyes had truly reached a level of strength that was beyond reach. If it were him, under such terrifying attacks, he couldn't hold on for long and would be killed by the Eighteen Golden Men just like the One-Eyed Demon Man. But the Purple Crocodile Ghost King fought against the Eighteen Golden Men alone for such a long time.
At this time, the Purple Crocodile Ghost King also saw Lu Xia Tian and his party approaching. His heart sank to the bottom of the valley. He had completely lost his connection to the Netherwind battle axe. After spending so much effort to refine the Netherwind battle axe, it was gone just like that.
Boom! Just as this happened, a sound like the heavens and earth splitting came from afar. A hint of joy flashed across Zi's face. Immediately, he spit out a mouthful of essence. The whirlwind formed by the Bingfeng Lei three-system golden man struck at that moment. But unexpectedly, Zi'Ao ghost king turned into a puff of black smoke, his body disappearing from its original position. When he reappeared, he was already several miles away.
Waves of wind howled once again.
With a deafening *bang*, Zi'Ao Ghost King was struck by one of the slashes, staggering in mid-air. However, Zi'Ao Ghost King had no intention of lingering. With a flick of his hand, he summoned back the Crocodilian Phantom and, at a speed beyond human comprehension, shot towards the Qin Clan territory, completely disregarding the ongoing battle between humans and ghosts.
The previous violent explosions were still echoing. In the depths of the Starry Ghost Origin, the lone blade chained with countless white bones had been ripped from its roots. Large chunks of stone fell away from the surface of the blade, revealing streaks of golden light within.
"The Emperor's Golden Sword, this is the Emperor's Golden Sword!" Among the humans currently fighting, two ghostly black-clad figures stared at the dazzling golden sword in the air. Soon, it was swallowed by endless ghostly energy. These men were none other than Hu Yong, the head of the Hu tribe, who had been fighting the Ghost Clan but had now detoured here. Hu Yong's eyes revealed a mixture of fanaticism and regret. This Emperor's Golden Sword, although a treasured heirloom left by the Emperor Qin Ling to the Qin people, now seemed to have no one from the Qin clan capable of wielding it.
The Great Emperor's Golden Sword was pulled up by countless white bone chains, suspended in mid-air. Xingye Guiyuan's ghost energy went haywire, shattering the restrictions near the Great Emperor's Golden Sword and surging along the countless white bone chains toward the end of the Qin Clan territory.
Rumble and roar, at this moment, four massive whirlpools formed on the Qin clan's territory, slowly rising from the ground until they reached the sky. Those swirls of air had different auras, but even from afar, a glance at them gave one a feeling of disorientation as if they could devour time and space.
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The Purple Crocodile Ghost King fled all the way, and Lu Zhongting also abandoned Dongfang Yi, swiftly approaching these appearing vortexes.
Back in the Qin Clan's territory, Zi Aque Ghost King and Luo Zhongting stood before the four massive vortexes. Su Qing and the Green-Armored Skeleton, wielding their flags, channeled pure ghost energy into one of the vortexes. As enough ghost energy was absorbed, the vortex became a blurry, indistinct image - like stones flying in an endless void or storms swirling through space.
“Driven to this point, is there no other way” Luo Zhongting frowned and looked at Zi'ao Ghost King.
"Even the Netherwind Battle Axe was taken by that human boy, what other tricks could he have Those eighteen golden men are far more powerful than I imagined. If we continue fighting, I will only face defeat!" The Purple Crocodile Demon Lord said with a composed face, "However, judging from the human boy's demeanor, it seems he has no intention of killing us all."
"After all, there's something to consider," Luo Zhongting chuckled, wondering if Lu Xiaoteng was considering his daughter. With a snap of his fingers, several black-robed skeletons from afar brought Luo Ping'er, who had already passed out, crashing in.
“Lu Daoist friend, the Emperor's Golden Sword has been activated, and the ghostly Qi of Xingen Ghost Origin is now out of control. It is being guided by those bone wheels and white bone chains towards the four Heavenly Gates. If left unchecked, as the Ghost Gate continues to expand, it could very well push all other passages into infinite void. At that point, no one will be able to leave this realm.” At this moment, Hu Yong and several Qin Clan cultivators looked solemn. As Luo Ping'er appeared, they also arrived at the site.
“Understood!” Lu XiaTian nodded. With a movement of his divine sense, the eighteen golden figures each placed their long swords across their waists and spun rapidly. Once again, they unleashed the Spinning Heaven and Earth technique. Like eighteen gales, they swept across heaven and earth. Wherever the gales passed, the bone chains were severed one after another. After the endless ghostly qi from Xingye Seiyuan lost its transmission pathway, it instantly dispersed everywhere.ao, "I wonder what Dongfang dao you thinks If Dongfang dao you is unwilling, I naturally cannot force him."“Fellow cultivator from the East, if you are unwilling, no one can force you.” Cheng Santong...