"That''s enough!"


    Don''t leave the old ghost yelling. His palm was angry and made the stars tremble violently. It seemed that he couldn''t bear it and could collapse at any time.


    "It''s not enough. People haven''t been killed yet. How can it be enough? Get over here."


    Yang Xuan''s face showed a sneer, and his palm sent out a terrible suction. Many Tianyin friars who fled were unable to resist, so they were all photographed by him in the air, and all were imprisoned above his head as a shield.


    "Evil beast, I will kill you today. Die!"


    Don''t leave the old ghost. He is furious. His palm is as powerful as a mountain. He presses it down hard. He doesn''t mean to stop at all.


    It''s just a group of dispensable disciples. They will die if they die. If they just stop and let Yang Xuan escape, it''s unacceptable for him.


    With Yang Xuan''s talent and strength, few of his peers can be found. We must not let him leave. We must take advantage of his fledgling and get rid of him with a strong hand to avoid future trouble.


    "No!"


    "I don''t want to die yet. Elder, spare your life!"


    Soon, with a burst of desperate wailing and a series of creepy muffled noises, a group of Tianyin sect disciples died one after another at the hands of Mo Li old ghost. Their bodies burst like rotten watermelons and all their gods died on the spot.


    However, seeing this scene, Mo Li didn''t blink. He still tried his best to blow down, killing Yang Xuan.


    "Husband, be careful!"


    Wu Lingyan shouted, a little worried on his face.


    Unlike Zhao Tianming and others, this old ghost is an old fairy king. He also has the blessing of divine power amulet, which makes his mana comparable to the peak fairy king. It must not be underestimated.


    "Don''t worry, I''ll be fine. You stay away first. When I kill the old ghost, I''ll meet you again."


    With a big hand, Yang Xuan sent Wu Lingyan, Wang Feng and others hundreds of miles away from the battlefield.


    "Hum, I''m dying. Do you really think you have the ability to kill me“


    Mo Li gave the old ghost a cold hum. He didn''t have time to pay attention to Wu Lingyan and others. With one palm, he collapsed the void and came to Yang Xuan''s head in an instant.


    "I don''t know if I have that ability until I''ve played."


    Yang Xuan drank, his whole body was burning with war, and his fists went up to the sky. With a pair of flesh and blood fists, he shook Mo Li''s terrible blow. There was a huge noise between the fists and palms.


    "Die!"


    Don''t leave the old ghost disdain. It''s time for Yang Xuan to hide his clumsiness and have no intention to use his magic power. It''s not so arrogant as stupid.


    "My flesh seems not strong enough. Cough!"


    Yang Xuan was shocked and vomited blood.


    Rao is strong and unparalleled. He can''t bear it in front of absolute power.


    However, this is also what he wants. For him, this kind of close combat can temper his indomitable fighting spirit to the greatest extent by putting himself in danger.


    My heart will never die and my will to fight will never die!


    This is also the key to cultivating the war god formula!


    At the beginning, I''m afraid Pangu often fought with strong enemies like him, fearless and fearless.


    "It''s impossible. You''re not dead!"


    Mo Li shouted in horror. He was confident that all the top immortals could be killed, but he only seriously injured Yang Xuan and failed to crush him on the spot. We can see the strength of Yang Xuan''s flesh.


    "Make a fuss, haven''t you heard of the body refiner..."


    Yang Xuan curled his mouth and then said, "old man, is that all you have? Can you use some force?"


    "Crazy man, die for me!"


    Mo Li''s old ghost was so angry that he almost ran away. He turned his hands and pressed down again, which made Yang Xuan''s skin and flesh open and blood splash.


    Pain, sharp pain!


    At this moment, Yang Xuan suffered unimaginable pain, but the fighting will in his heart burst out, manifesting into circles of red war patterns in the void, emitting a thrilling breath.


    Don''t leave the old ghost''s pupils shrink and change color and say, "the war spirit enters the Tao and even condenses the substantive war spirit of the avenue. How on earth did you do it?"


    "Fight!"


    Yang Xuan''s way has only two words, but it has the potential to swallow the eight wastelands.


    Almost in the middle of his speech, people stepped on the sky and rushed to Mo Li old ghost. It was never his style to be beaten passively. Now he wants Mo Li old ghost to try his means.


    "I want to compete with you just because of my war spirit. Why can''t I be you?"


    Don''t leave the old ghost''s palms together and beat Yang Xuan hard.


    Yang Xuan was fearless. He swung his fists and red war patterns gathered on his fists, making his strength more powerful. Although he was far from using the dark devil war body, he could also increase his combat strength.


    "Boom!!!"


    Just for a moment, the two men fought close together, and the sound was deafening.


    "Ha ha, happy, this is the battle I expect."


    Yang Xuan laughed, only attacking but not defending. He became braver and braver in the war. Although his body was constantly badly hurt, he could recover in an instant by relying on the great life skill and swallowing stars.


    On the contrary, Mo Li''s momentum is getting weaker and weaker. A divine power symbol of the protoss will maintain half a incense incense at most. Once this time passes, he will have to be beaten back to his original form and his mana will be greatly reduced.


    "Damn it, this son has practiced the holy healing skill!"


    Don''t leave the old ghost more and more frightened. If it goes on like this, he won''t kill Yang Xuan. I''m afraid he will be suppressed by Yang Xuan''s backhand in the end. Once he read this, he didn''t dare to read the war again. He directly summoned the ten thousand ghost Purgatory map, took a picture of Yang Xuan and took it in strongly.


    "You''re eager to fight. I''m just as you wish. Go to hell and fight enough."


    Don''t leave the old ghost grinning. There is a hole in the picture of ten thousand ghosts purgatory. When Yang Xuan goes there, he has to face millions of fierce ghost attacks.


    Those fierce ghosts are refined by him with secret methods. The weakest ones can easily tear up ordinary immortal kings. The strength of the most powerful nine headed fierce ghosts is no less than that of himself.


    In Mo Li''s view, Yang Xuan and he Yiming were all buried in it. They became two fierce ghosts and could not turn over forever.


    "It''s over. Let''s run for our lives!"


    Hundreds of miles away, a disciple of Qingyang sect watched Yang Xuan being swallowed up by the ten thousand ghost purgatory map through his mind, and immediately shouted in panic.


    Wang Feng was about to say something, and then he noticed a cold look from daosen. He suddenly trembled and hurried to say, "the old ghost has been killed. Everyone will leave immediately. One can escape."


    "Something like an ant. One wants to leave."


    With a sneer, Mo Li came to the old ghost. He stared at Wu Lingyan with a pair of sharp eyes and said fiercely: "the little ghost is dead. You little girl will also become my cauldron."


    "Are you sure my husband is really dead?"


    Wu Lingyan stood quietly and asked faintly.


    "If you enter my ten thousand ghost purgatory map, he will never live..."


    Mo Li was only halfway through the old ghost''s words when he found that the picture of ten thousand ghosts purgatory on his body suddenly vibrated violently.