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Zhu stared at Bai Yang's back for a long time, with infinite shock in his eyes.

She has also seen sword masters and extremely powerful people who can use sword skills to wield sword skills, but she has never seen Bai Yang like this, who can almost use sword skills to wield the magic, and its power collapses into the sky and the earth!

Just now, he took one step at a time, and every sound was a sword. Every move contained extremely powerful sword intent. Even if Zhu stood ten feet away watching the battle, he could feel the sharp sword wind that was about to rush into his face and the unrest pressure.

Zhu Yuanyuan swallowed his saliva and finally came back to his senses from the shock just now. His expression was full of surprise and said, "Who are you? Why are you so scared sword moves--"

Bai Yang soothed the shaking breath in his body, and the full pleasure he had just released, letting all his annoyance during this period be wiped out, especially the pressure in his heart that was almost about to make him collapse was released by those swords and all expressed.

He turned his head, looked at Zhu from a distance, and said, "The one that can save his life is naturally a good sword move. Don't think too much about it. This monster has been killed by me. Hurry up and go to the place where the strange phenomena in the world are. Maybe you will get something."

As soon as Bai Yang's voice fell, under the sky where a bunch of Witch Lord's words appeared, a purple light piercing the sky suddenly appeared. The light contained terrifying and powerful witchcraft power, and there were many evil things singing inexplicable tones, making the atmosphere of the entire despair swamp very strange.

The poisonous fog around the body seemed to be pulled by strange forces, moving towards the light bit by bit. In an instant, there was no poisonous fog above the entire despair swamp. Although the existence of the poisonous fog made the despair swamp not grow in any grass and the trees withered, the vision of this swamp was much clearer.

Bai Yang looked in the direction of the light, and suddenly felt the ground under his feet start to shake inexplicably, and then the earth under the purple light began to collapse inch by inch, and a lonely city appeared in front of them.

Zhu Yuanyuan's eyes sterned and subconsciously held his weapon.

Bai Yang also narrowed his eyes and felt the powerful witchcraft power lingering in the air. This power seemed to show a greed to the true energy in his body, as if he wanted to tear his body and take those true energy for himself.

"It's indeed an evil great witchcraft. The witch king can leave such powerful power after his death. If the person who opened the tomb palace first obtains his inheritance, he will probably become very powerful."

The master's voice was solemn and told Bai Yang: "Don't let them succeed, just rush over and see the situation first."

Bai Yang naturally knew that the situation was urgent, so he pulled Zhu over from a distance, wrapped her slender waist, and whispered: "Hold me firmly."

Zhu Yuanyuan's face turned red when she had such an intimate contact with a man for the first time. She didn't expect Bai Yang to suddenly have such a transcendent move. Although she didn't know the relationship between men and women, she had seen men and women intercourse in the clan and knew the meaning of that kind of thing. For a moment, her head was filled with all kinds of strange scenes, which made her face even more strange.

Bai Yang did not notice something was wrong with her. After Zhu Yuanyuan reached out to hug him with some hesitation, he used the power of the earthly primordial body to oriented towards the huge ancient city like a rainbow light.

Between the heaven and earth, a thin line cuts the power of witchcraft, and thousands of ghosts howl, and a wailing sound in the swamp of despair.

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In the lonely city, the leader of the Xiandao clan chased Sa Xian and suddenly felt the entire tomb palace trembling. Then a strange force pulled the entire tomb palace towards the earth, and then the tomb palace broke out and reappeared in the world.

The leader of the Xiandao looked stern. He knew that this meant that Sa Xian had successfully opened the gate of the tomb palace. That is to say, Ming Sa Xianli had obtained the wizard master's grip and only had the last step left.

"Saxian!"

The leader of the Xiandao roared and led his tribesmen to the lonely city.

In the tomb palace, there was a wave of shock and followed by another wave, and then a dark force rushed towards the sky, which was the amazing purple light.

As purple light soared into the sky, a figure slowly walked out of the light. He was wearing a large and luxurious black robe, holding an exquisite staff made of white bones in his hand. He was neat and meticulous, and his face was extremely handsome, but with a somewhat strange pale pale.

He slowly landed on the ground and walked to the front of the leader of the Xiandao. Under the other party's extremely shocked gaze, he slowly said: "It's been a long time since I was in the world."

"Welcome Lord Wu!"

With a greeting, he revealed the identity of the man. Sa Xian was a hundred feet behind the man, covered in blood. He was injured for some reason, like a dead dog crawling halfway on the ground, trembling all over.

But his greeting shouted extremely loudly, as if he wanted to get the man's forgiveness.

The handsome and weird man turned around, and the staff made of bones flashed with strange light. He smiled and said, "Are you my descendant? Yes, you can actually practice great witchcraft to this level at the age of thirty. Unfortunately, if you fail to become a witch king, then your life span will be only one year left."

"Please help the witch!"

Sa Xian piously pressed his forehead against the ground, really like a dead dog, and he didn't dare to look up, but his voice contained infinite hope, a hint of fear and joy.

The fear was because he actually revealed the true secret of the Witch Lord’s tomb Palace, and the fact that he wanted to take away the Witch Lord’s grip was naturally exposed. But the joy was because the Witch Lord was reborn, it means that the Witch Lord’s clan’s invincible world has finally arrived!

The imposter of the agent Wu Jun is absolutely impossible to compare with the real Wu Jun. At this moment, Sa Xian felt what a real strong man is and what the pressure of the real Wu Jun is.

So he was afraid, but he was even more pious, and fell to the ground like a humble servant, begging for forgiveness from the witch, and at least the sequelae caused by the great witchcraft on his body.

A strange thing flashed in Wu Jun's eyes, and then he was silent for a moment, and said, "You are very pious. You are the few tribe members who truly believe in me. Even if you have coveted my weapons, I believe that you want to strengthen yourself for the future of the tribe."

Sa Xian trembled all over, but did not seek credit. He said humbly: "The words of the Witch Lord have always been the direction of my life, and they are also the belief that I strive for forever!"

For eternal life, the premise is that he can truly live and die forever.

Wu Jun smiled and raised the Wu Jun's grip in his hand. A black breath spurted out from the light, hitting Sa Xian's body, making him wrapped in black fog. The intense pain made him roar, but he endured the pain and did not faint.

"You who have true faith deserve the privilege of immortality." The black mist sprayed out of the Wu Jun's grip quickly disappeared. After Sa Xian absorbed the black mist, he fell to the ground in demise. He heard the Wu Jun's appreciation sound, and he did not dare to relax. He knelt on the ground again, his forehead pressed against the ground tightly.

The Wu Jun nodded with satisfaction, as if he admired Sa Xian's loyalty, so he turned his head, looked at the already scared clan leader of the Xiandao, and said, "No matter which clan you belong to, you dare to chase my tribe in the place where I sleep. This has brought you an unforgivable disaster of killing you."

The disaster of killing is not murderous, but the leader of the Xiandao tribe felt that the sword wind blew on his face, and his hair exploded all over his body. He retreated without hesitation, and at the same time, he grabbed two frightened tribe members and threw them at the Wujun.

The Wu Jun didn't even look at the two unlucky people who were thrown over. He just waved his staff casually, and their bodies exploded into black sand in the air, scattered all over the ground, without even screaming.

Seeing this terrible scene, the leader of the Xiandao quickly drew his sword and wanted to slightly block the Wu Jun's momentum of progress. However, Wu Jun bounced his fingers and his sword light broke in the air. However, a strong wind still swept on Wu Jun's face, which made Wu Jun very dissatisfied, frowned, and said to himself: "It seems that after rebirth, my power has indeed been greatly reduced. Now he only has the strength of the Earth Yuan realm. No wonder even such a weak guy cannot be directly erased."

The witch king who had the Martial Master's realm during his lifetime naturally could not kill a small Dingyuan realm. However, after his rebirth, although his strength was still strong, it had fallen by two levels compared to that year. Now it is at most about the seventh stage of the Earth Yuan, which is greatly reduced.

But even if it is only the seventh section of the Diyuan period, it is more than enough to kill the leader of the Xiandao clan.

In this moment of hesitation, the leader of the Xiandao had already fled to the entrance of the Gucheng, and his way out was behind him. He was overjoyed, but the next moment, he saw a black robe blocking his eyes, and a staff made of white human bones were held in the man's hand, like the invitation of the god of death, which made him cold all over.

"Before the Witch Lord, no one can be an exception."

The Wu Jun laughed a long time ago, and the light shining brightly on the Wu Jun's hand. The leader of the sword was trying to struggle to death, but the power in his body was absorbed by the blooming light bit by bit. Soon, his body began to age, his skin wrinkled, his head was dry and white, and his eyes slowly became empty and dark. As soon as a dry and hoarse scream sounded, he turned into white gray all over the ground, and all the essence of life was absorbed.
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