"He is not dead yet!"

Xiao Yi said in a deep voice.

Everyone was stunned and looked towards the direction where the Lord of the Temple of Death was.

They saw how terrifying the sword just now was.

No one present was sure of being able to survive under this sword.

The Lord of the Temple of Death is only one head left. Facing such a terrible sword, can he survive?

Gululu! The two balls of minced meat kept squirming and quickly reorganized at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a moment.

The head of the Lord of the Temple of Death appeared in front of everyone again, and there was no change in the slightest change in the slightest change in the aura.

The Lord of the Temple of Death twisted his head, made a giggle, and said sarcastically: "How is it?

Are you surprised to see that I am still alive?”

Xiao Yi said lightly: "What's there to be surprised about?

Even the undead clan you created can have vitality comparable to the immortal body, let alone the creator of you, the undead clan?"

The Necromancer is a unique race created by the Lord of the Temple of Death.

As long as this clan's heart of death is immortal, they will be immortal bodies. Even if they are chopped into minced meat, they can be reborn in minced meat.

As the creator of the Necromancer, how could the Lord of the Temple of Death be killed so simply?

"I see!"

The Lord of the Temple of Death suddenly realized, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing two rows of jagged fangs, and said with a sinister smile, "Although my body is immortal and my soul cannot be destroyed, the feeling of being cut off by someone's head is still very bad! So..." The Lord of the Temple of Death suddenly let out a hideous sneer.

Almost at the same time.

In the bloody mouth on his face, a thick green mist suddenly spewed out, and the mist dissipated without wind, covering this world in an instant.

This thick layer of fog is even more terrifying than the fog that had previously shrouded in the extreme south.

Even though Xiao Yi activated the power of the God-Devouring the God in his eyes, his vision was still hindered by a huge obstacle, and he could only see a range within a radius of ten miles.

Suddenly... Xiao Yi's pupils suddenly shrank, and a ray of light flashed through his eyes like a meteor in the dark night, shouting at Zi Feng: "Zi Feng is about to go away!"

"ah?"

Zi Feng, who was deeply trapped in the fog, suddenly heard Xiao Yi's voice, subconsciously responded, and then felt creepy all over his body.

The whole person burst out at an unprecedented speed.

Bounced up like a frightened cat.

Almost at the same time.

He was standing now, spreading his bloody mouth, and his two golden fangs that were as slender as his index fingers suddenly bit off the air.

This made the Lord of the Temple of Death angry.

If it weren't for Xiao Yi's reminder that Zi Feng would dodge in time, his two sharp fangs had already pierced Zi Feng's neck.

In just a moment... He can suck Zi Feng away 30 or 40% of the strength.

Add to the barrier of fog.

He was completely confident that he could suck Zi Feng cleanly before he noticed it was strange.

Even if Zi Feng's cultivation is not the best among a few people.

But...                                                              �

It’s a big replenishment! It’s a pity.

His plan was still destroyed by Xiao Yi.

?         ?” According to the memory of the leader of the Changsheng Sect, this is only ten years since his practice.

If you can have such strength in more than ten years, this son must have a huge secret..." The Lord of the Temple of Death once again escaped into the green fog, and his mind was full of thoughts. After devouring the leader of the Changsheng Sect, he also obtained the other party's memory to enhance his understanding of the Qingtian Realm for thousands of years. "We must find a way to capture this son alive and force him to find out the secrets.

If I can control this secret, my recovery is just around the corner, and I may even go further..."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    �

"Damn, this guy is so cunning!"

"What should I do?"

Everyone looked around with a look of caution.

I was afraid that the Lord of the Temple of Death suddenly appeared behind me and sniffed on my neck.

In the fog.

?                                                              �

The Holy Lord of Nantian said with a gloomy face: "He is too fast, and with the cover of this fog, he will escape if he fails to hit the target, and he will not bother with us at all..."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    �

He only had one head left.

It has been sealed for tens of thousands of years.

After seeing that Xiao Yi could really threaten his life, the Lord of the Death Temple decisively gave up the frontal hard steel.

Although doing so will damage your reputation, this is the most suitable and wisest choice for the current Lord of the Temple of Death.

"Get out of here!"

The hair of the ancestor Tongtian, which was as condensed as sword threads, rose up, and each thread was a sharp sword light, and thousands of sword lights pierced the sky.

The terrifying sword power caused waves of lightning and thunder between heaven and earth.

The Lord of the Temple of Death looked cold and a bloody light burst out from his eyes.

The blood-colored eyes were like thunder in the sky, and it was even more like two blood-colored dragons twisting their huge bodies and slamming into the sword light in the sky.

The loud bang vibrates the world.

The two completely different but equally violent forces are fighting and fighting between heaven and earth.

In just a moment...                                                             

The pain of the ancestor Tongtian grinned and looked at the Lord of the Death Temple who had once again disappeared into the fog and said, "This damn bastard is so cunning. It's a pity that Qingping's sword is not in his hand. If I were asked to set up the Tianluo sword formation, I would definitely be able to trap him. As long as Xiao Yi has enough time to take action, he will definitely be unable to take advantage of this mess..." The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional.

Hearing the words of the ancestor Tongtian, the Holy Lord Nantian pursed his lips, and his eyes became extremely firm as his eyebrows slightly condensed.

The Holy Lord of Nantian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "I'll go over there and take a look!"

"" "ah?"

The ancestor Tongtian was stunned. Before he could react, the Holy Lord of Nantian had already opened the distance between him.

"Be careful!"

The ancestor Tongtian did not doubt that he was there, and he gave a message to fly towards Zifeng and Fang Ru and me.

The three of them were back to their backs, guarding themselves around.

The Lord of the Death Temple was unable to start.

Suddenly.

The Lord of the Death Temple, who was hiding in the void, turned his eyes and saw the "left alone" Holy Lord of the South Heaven. A greedy and fierce light flashed through his eyes: "With your strength, you dare to act alone?

I really don't take me seriously!"

His figure merged into the fog again and quietly approached the Holy Lord of the South Heaven.

Suddenly.

The figure of the Lord of the Death Temple appeared behind the Lord of the Nantian. His sharp fangs bit the Lord of the Nantian's neck with a big mouthful, swallowed it up, and said with a ferocious smile: "Hahaha, you are looking for death yourself, I'm not polite!"
Chapter completed!