You must know that the Yin Corpse is an important reliance for Zhao Chenghuang to be ranked first.

While his thoughts were flying, the lava gushed out with a "crash", and Jiang Jingwei jumped out of the hot "liquid", holding the corpse with bent hands and feet in his hand.

There was a lot of noise in the crater, and there were discussions everywhere.

Jiang Jingwei was ranked sixth in the top 20 list, but killed Zhao Chenghuang's corpse. This result was beyond many people's expectations.

With this strength, he should be able to squeeze into the top three.

"The little princess is awesome!"

"Long live the little princess!"

A small group of people shouted very loudly. The leader was a red-haired young man with his arms crossed and his face full of pride. The young horses behind him cheered and cheered loudly.

These fire masters all look like Erha. Zhang Yuanqing moved his eyes and looked into the distance, wanting to see the reaction of Taiyimen, but was shocked to find that the group of guys were surprisingly calm.

In the arena, Jiang Jingwei casually threw the Yin corpse on a cylinder, and laughed wildly with his hands on his hips:

"It's really fun, I haven't played so happily in a long time."

Zhao Chenghuang opened his eyes and didn't look at the crippled corpse. This loss was within his controllable range. After the battle was over, the yin corpse could be repaired in ten days and a half months.

He frowned, looked at Jiang Jingwei, and said:

"You can't maintain this state for long, why didn't you use props just now, but chose to go to extremes instead."

Zhao Chenghuang was puzzled by her operation, the Fire Master did not have the means to restrain the spirit body, but what is Jiang Jingwei's identity?

This is a person who is more noble and has a deeper background than himself, and it is easy to equip a restraining spirit body.

"Why use props? That's so boring." Jiang Jingwei said with his hands on his hips, "I'm here to fight. If I want to win you, I have to win with dignity."

Zhao Chenghuang's stern face was obviously taken aback, he was silent for a while, and said slowly:

"Okay, then I don't need props either!"

After finishing speaking, he put away the little clay figurine in his palm, "I will win you with the power of the Night Tour God."

Zhao Chenghuang opened his mouth and inhaled, lying on Jiang Jingwei's shoulder, the wraith that had captured a large amount of her energy immediately turned into a cloud of green smoke, and flew into his mouth gracefully.

As the servant entered, Zhao Chenghuang's eyes immediately burst into bloodshot eyes, his pupils trembled violently, veins protruded from his forehead, and his face was ferocious, as if in extreme pain.

"Uh ah ah ah."

He hunched over and let out a painful growl.

His body was suddenly tall, his muscles were congested and swollen, his skin turned blue-black with a metallic luster, his nails grew rapidly, and turned into black sharp ghost claws.

Within a few seconds, Zhao Chenghuang turned into a ghost with black air all over his body, dark complexion, jet-black ghost claws, and bloodshot eyes.

His aura was cold and powerful, and the column standing under his feet was covered with a layer of hoarfrost, which spread downwards, and the hot lava cooled rapidly, turning into cracked black floating soil.

Zhang Yuanqing, who was watching the battle from above, had his pupils shrunk and was greatly shocked.

The shock that only the Night God can comprehend.

At this moment, Zhao Chenghuang erupted with an aura that surpassed the limit of the Transcendent Realm. Instead of using props, he relied on himself and surpassed the Transcendent Stage. JrNovels.com