Ning Xiaochuan's head, black hair flying, feet pressed on the shoulders of the ghost bat king, holding the sword handle of the magic sword.

The blood red magic sword penetrated the body of the ghost bat king, and the crimson blood spring gushed out of the skull and was absorbed by the magic sword.

On the surface of the magic sword, veins like blood vessels were born, and the blood gushing from the ghost bat king was extracted.

"Zhengzheng!"

Absorb Wu Zun's blood and let the magic sword ring happily.

The ghost bat King's mouth made a painful roar, but the magic sword had penetrated his canopy, neck, chest, abdominal cavity, and pierced his whole body, like a human corpse baked on an iron frame.

His body gradually shriveled, his white hair fell off, his skin withered and yellow, and his bones protruded, and finally he became a dry corpse without any water!

A mummy of Wu Zun!

If it were other martial masters, even after death, their bones would be as hard as black iron, which could be used to forge Xuan ware.

However, after the ghost bat King's skeleton fell to the ground, the skeleton immediately turned into powder.

Because the magic sword has completely absorbed the essence of the ghost bat King's martial body, and the vitality of martial arts has become the nourishment of the magic sword.

"Ghost demon sword. You are the manor master of spirit mountain Manor - gongzichuan."

The God of death in iron armor spread out his body method, retreated quickly, stared at the magic sword in Ning Xiaochuan's hand, and felt a little bad in his heart.

Ningxiaochuan glanced at him obliquely and said, "good vision."

The God of death in iron armor stared at the "sea of corpses" magic map at the foot of Ning Xiaochuan. Many scenes of destruction appeared in his mind, and his heart naturally gave birth to a sense of fear.

The successor of the way of destroying the world can cultivate "fear" originally, and once released, it can shock people's minds.

"I should have thought, I should have thought, that the ghost mountain manor can rise so quickly, and there must be the shadow of the prince's residence in the imperial city behind it. However, your identity has been exposed too early. Now, not only will you be unlucky in Jiange Hou's residence, but ghost mountain manor will also be uprooted by the demon gate." The voice of the God of death in armor was hoarse and heavy, and it was hardly like the voice of human beings.

Ning Xiaochuan took back the "weapon ranking spectrum" on the ghost bat king, put it into the heaven and earth bag, stared at the iron armor God of death, and said faintly, "do you think you can kill me?"

"Childe Chuan ranks 47th in the" weapon ranking spectrum ". Naturally, I am not your opponent, but no matter how powerful you are, you are definitely not the opponent of the Taoist priest. As long as I tell the Taoist priest your secret, he can kill you with his fingers."

The iron armor God of death retreated, waved the black sickle in his hand to the void wall, and immediately cut a huge hole in the void wall.

He never thought he could defeat Ning Xiaochuan and prepare to escape from different time and space.

"Still want to escape."

Ning Xiaochuan spread out quickly, his body turned into colorful light, flew to the crack of the void wall, blocked the path of the armored God of death, and with a sword, forced him back.

In alien time and space, Ning Xiaochuan has no taboos. All means can be used, and he is not afraid to expose his identity.

"Ning Xiaochuan, although you are strong enough, I am immortal. You can't kill me." Ironclad death's sickle waved and cut out, cleaving to Ning Xiaochuan's neck.

"Pa!"

The magic sword collides with the death sickle, and the death sickle is cut off in an instant.

With the sharp of the magic sword, how can a mere death sickle stop it?

Half of the sickle of death, thrown up, fell in different time and space.

Ning Xiaochuan flew to the side of the iron Death God, and the blood light on the magic sword kept flashing, cutting the iron Death God's armor, and a large piece of metal flew out, separated from the iron Death God's body.

The whole bones of the God of death in iron armor are forged from metal. Even the skin is inlaid with iron scales. Every inch of muscle is covered with barbed wire. It can hardly be called human.

On the body of the iron armor God of death, there was a silver light.

The body cut off by the magic sword healed quickly, grew iron wires, painted and woven into a mesh, and condensed into new arms.

"Is it really immortal?" Ning Xiaochuan frowned slightly.

The iron armor God of death slapped the past, carrying a huge force of tens of thousands of kilograms, bombarded the sword body of the magic sword, and shocked Ning Xiaochuan and the magic sword for tens of meters.

His strength is very terrible, far beyond the martial arts of Di Zun territory. If Ning Xiaochuan is hit by his palm, he is likely to suffer heavy damage.

"Haha! Ning Xiaochuan, you may be able to defeat me, but you are far from killing me." Tiejia death naturally knew that he couldn't help Ning Xiaochuan, so he planned to leave immediately and didn't love war at all.

The God of death in iron armor broke the void wall of different time and space again and ran away calmly.

Ning Xiaochuan snorted coldly, closed his eyes, and the seven orifices demon heart in his body emitted red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple colors. Seven circles were born and flew around the heart.

A powerful mind burst out and directly attacked the mind of the armored God of death.

Even though the body of the armored God of death is made of metal, the heart is absolutely the same as ordinary people, and the heart will still breed a mind.

The power of the "seven orifices demon heart" is to specifically control the minds of others.

This is not a pure power attack, but it is more mysterious and defenseless than a power attack.

Iron death's heart suddenly twitched, and the blood in his body unexpectedly began to flow counter, which was not under his control at all.

The God of death in armor became frightened. This situation had never been encountered before, and his body was not under his control.

He hurriedly mobilized his mind to resist the control of the seven orifices, but everything was in vain. The seven orifices had occupied his heart palace, suppressed his mind, and became a slave of the seven orifices.

The heart was enslaved, and the God of iron death naturally had to retreat obediently and kneel down in front of Ning Xiaochuan.

The God of death in iron armor also became the slave of Ning Xiaochuan's mind.

Ningxiaochuan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally controlled the mind of Tiejia death.

Seven orifices demon heart, although mysterious, powerful. However, if you encounter a martial artist who is extremely strong in mind or whose cultivation is much stronger than that of Ning Xiaochuan, you may encounter accidents if you rashly use the power of the seven orifices demon heart.

It is very dangerous to fight with the heart of God. Without full confidence, Ning Xiaochuan will not rashly use the power of the seven orifices demon heart.

In the imperial city.

In a magic door sub altar not far from the divine sword palace, there stood an old man holding a dragon's head and an iron staff. His face was dignified and said, "Taoist Lord, with the cultivation of the God of death in iron armor, it doesn't take so long to pay Ning Xiaochuan. Will there be an accident?"

Lord wusheng sat beside the stone platform and tasted tea with Lord Shura. He seemed very calm and did not worry about the result of the battle at all.

Everything in the imperial city was under his control, and he was not afraid of accidents.

The Lord of Wu Sheng gently twisted his white beard, with a faint smile, and said, "Ning Xiaochuan's cultivation was indeed unexpected. Even the ghost bat king was defeated in his hands, some beyond my estimation. However, no matter how talented a person is, he can't defeat his opponent across two realms in the land of reverence. Don't worry! The God of death in armor should have caught him and is torturing Beiming divine skill."

Both Lord wusheng and Lord Shura are the top figures of the demon sect. Even if one of them comes to the Imperial City, it will cause an uproar.

The two demon sect masters came to the imperial city at the same time to deal with the Marquis of the sword Pavilion.

The Lord of Shura was older than the Lord of Wu Sheng. His eyebrows and beard were all white, the hair on his head fell off a lot, and his body was covered with shriveled wrinkles. He smiled coldly and said, "do you think the old man of Jiange Hou will save people?"

Master wusheng held a bronze tea cup in his hand, with a light expression on his face, and said with a smile: "does he dare to leave the Jiange Marquis? As long as he leaves the Jiange Marquis, there will be no martial master in the Jiange Marquis, and the martial arts of the demon sect will immediately level the entire Jiange marquis. Kua Kua!"

Just when master wusheng and master Shura were talking and laughing, a crack appeared in the air. Ning Xiaochuan flew out of it and fell on the top of the divine sword palace. With a wave of his sleeve, a golden light flew out.

"Weapon ranking spectrum" flew out, suspended outside the sword palace, emitting a bright golden light.

"The ghost bat king is dead, and the iron armor God of death was suppressed by me, so I decided to abandon the darkness and turn to the sword palace. From now on, whoever dares to be an enemy of the sword palace, even the Wu Zun, cannot escape death."

Ning Xiaochuan showed his martial arts magic of "Thunderbolt Hongzhong", and every word he spit out is like a thunderbolt.

All martial artists in this city can clearly hear Ning Xiaochuan's voice, shaking people's hearts.

Those warriors in the divine sword palace were still worried about Ning Xiaochuan, but they didn't expect that the little Marquis was so powerful that he not only successfully returned from the alien time and space, but also suppressed the two giants of the demon gate.

The armored God of death, which made everyone afraid, stood behind the little Marquis at the moment and was extremely respectful to the little marquis.

A giant of the demon sect, so he took refuge in the Marquis of the sword pavilion?

This is simply unacceptable, especially the demon warrior hidden in the crowd, who is almost angry to vomit blood.

Is it so easy to accept people of Wu Zun level?

"This... Impossible!"

The Lord of wusheng clenched his teeth and pinched his fingers with a "cluck" sound. A surge of evil Qi rushed out of his body and condensed into a whirlwind of evil Qi, connecting the sky from the ground and sweeping the whole imperial city.

Lord wusheng was so angry that he lost two martial masters in just one day. Before the official war with the Marquis of Jiange, it had been defeated miserably.

It is more unacceptable to lose a warrior than to lose a hundred martial arts masters.

Wu Shengdao is not only as simple as losing two Wu zuns, but also losing his face.

"Haha! Lin Tianyi, don't feel hard to accept! You should learn more from the God of death in iron armor. If you abandon the secret and join the Marquis of Jiange, the marquis will make you an elder." The old Marquis sat in the hall of the Marquis mansion in the sword Pavilion, spitting clouds, and his voice spread hundreds of miles away.

His eyes showed golden light, and he could see everything that happened outside the sword palace.

"Lin Tianyi" is the name of Lord wusheng.

Seeing the Taoist priest wusheng's frantic appearance, the old Marquis was naturally very happy. He was very comfortable all over, and his bones were light.

Cool!

Recently, the demon gate killed dozens of masters in the Marquis house of the sword Pavilion, and this sullen breath finally doubled and returned.

Well done!