In the end, the nine ghost chains, with Sen Qiyin as the center, came from nine directions at the same time, making Sen Qiyin unavoidable, and he could only watch helplessly as the nine ghost chains surrounded him in the center.

Sen Qiyin squeezed the formula with both hands, and sacrificed nine palm-sized black skulls from the spirit ring.

The nine black skeletons howled black air, circling Sen Qiyin's body, and then rushed towards the nine ghost chains around them.

It's a pity that the moment the nine black skeletons came into contact with the ghost chain, they seemed to have encountered a natural enemy. There was a glint of fear in the eyes of the black skeletons, and immediately they panicked and began to flee in a panic.

The nine ghost chains rushed out like mighty and invincible dragons, pierced through the nine black skulls, and immediately bound Sen Qiyin's entire body tightly.

Sen Qiyin's eyes widened sharply, he felt his soul being violently impacted by a terrifying force, the severe pain made him start to tremble all over, cold sweat broke out continuously on his forehead, palms and whole body.

Sen Qiyin finally felt Gao Yanghong's pain before.

However, Sen Qiyin's soul was much stronger than Gao Yanghong's. Although his face was ferocious like a ghost, he didn't let out any screams, but held back and stared fixedly at Zhuo Wen who was not far away.

He found that Zhuo Wen's expression was not much better, even more painful than his.

At this moment, Zhuo Wen was sitting on a meteorite, and the Yan Luo Ghost Picture was suspended above his head. The ends of the nine ghost chains were derived from the opened scroll of the Yan Luo Ghost Picture.

Zhuo Wen was trembling all over, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead, his veins were bulging, and his face was very ferocious.

This is a game between spirits and souls, to see who can persevere until the end, then whoever is the ultimate winner.

Zhuowen's soul was indeed much stronger than many monks after being nourished by the Pangu Banner, but it didn't mean that his soul was comparable to Sen Qiyin, a strong man in the early stage of Tongtianzhu.

To be honest, Zhuo Wen's self-cultivation is only the eternal Lord, and the gap with Sen Qiyin is more than one sky, one underground. Zhuo Wen is already very remarkable to be able to restrain a strong man like Sen Qiyin with his soul.

"It seems that although this Yan Luo ghost picture is powerful, it also comes at a considerable price!"

Sen Qiyin was wrapped into a rice dumpling by nine ghost chains, her soul was whipped all the time, and she was in great pain.

But fortunately, he is a strong master of the sky, and his spirit is much stronger and more powerful than ordinary monks. Although it is painful, he can still resist it.

However, Sen Qiyin also knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely not be tall.

So he forcibly separated a trace of his soul, and sacrificed an extremely black divine sword from the spirit ring.

There is a bright red blood groove in the center of this divine sword, extending from the hilt to the tip of the sword.

This divine sword is Sen Qiyin's natal artifact, a half-step heaven-reaching artifact. After countless years of breeding by Sen Qiyin's essence and blood, it is infinitely close to the sky-reaching artifact.

Pooh!

Sen Qi Yin violently spit out a mouthful of blood, as if the jet-black sword came alive, it turned into a black light and flew towards Zhuo Wen's eyebrows.

And after Sen Qiyin sacrificed this pitch-black sword, his expression immediately became a lot more sluggish, and his face was even paler than a normal person, and because part of his soul was separated, his soul was immediately severely injured by the silence of the ghost chain, and he was in pain. baring his teeth.

Sen Qiyin paid a high price for sacrificing this sword, but he has no regrets.

He knew that this sword was enough to kill Zhuo Wen, as long as he could get rid of Zhuo Wen and get the ghost picture of Yan Luo, then everything would be worth it.

The pitch-black sword was extremely fast, and it flew in front of Zhuo Wen in an instant, ignoring the strange black mist that filled the air from Yan Luo's ghost map, and went straight in.

"Xiao Hei, come out for me!"

Zhuo Wen shouted loudly, and saw three sword lights flashing around him, blasting towards the jet-black sword.

bang bang bang!

Three consecutive crisp sounds sounded, and the three sword lights were directly bounced away, and the trajectory of the pitch-black divine sword was also deviated a little, and it directly pierced Zhuowen's left shoulder, giving all his left hands annihilation.

Zhuo Wen smiled wryly. Normally, he could avoid it completely, but now, his spirit is restrained by Yan Luo Guitu, and he can't separate his mind to control his current physical body.

In fact, Yan Luo Guitu's ghost chain killing is a very perverted skill. If Zhuo Wen and Sen Qiyin are also strong in the early stage of Tongtianzhu, and the strength of their souls is not so different, he can completely rely on ghost chain killing , easily seriously injuring Sen Qiyin, and even destroying Sen Qiyin.

But it's a pity that the gap between Zhuo Wen's soul and Sen Qiyin's is a bit big, so the backlash he received from the ghost chain became more intense, which made him unable to distinguish his mind from moving.

Those three sword lights are naturally the Thunder Fire Sword, Death Sacrifice Sword and Blood Immortal Sword that have been hidden in the Great World.

Since Xiao Hei got a lot of ore materials last time, he closed the death test with his two younger brothers, the Death Sacrifice Sword and the Blood Immortal Sword, and it was not long before he left the test.

And this time, Xiao Hei has gained a lot from the retreat. The Leihuo Sword he controls has been promoted to the peak of the creation level. level.

"I'm Cao! What kind of divine sword is this? It's so hard, Master Long was a little dizzy!"

Xiao Hei was knocked backwards by the pitch-black Excalibur, and just as he stabilized his figure in the void, he chattered nonsense.

"Xiao Hei, stop that pitch-black divine sword. I am restrained by Yan Luo Guitu because of my spirit, and I can't control my body. Now I can only rely on you!" JrNovels.com