High above the sky, the Black God Ridge Lord and the Mingyang Saints fought against the Yinshan Saint Lord. However, the black cloth of the Yinshan Saint Lord was really powerful, even the attacks of the Saint Grade Dao artifacts were completely blocked.

And the Yinshan Holy Lord is even more sinister and cunning, he has been hiding from the side all the time, urging the weird black cloth to fight against the two great holy realm powerhouses.

The Black God Ridge Lord is only a new saint, but after all, she has a black dragon knife in her hand. After Gu Fei's hand sacrifice, this black dragon knife has soared to the highest holy artifact.

The power of this supreme sacred artifact is not trivial.

Even the ancestor-level powerhouse of the Holy Land of Yinshan Holy Master should be jealous.

If he is slashed by the Black Dragon Blade, even the Holy Lord of Yinshan Mountain will suffer severe damage.

Instead, it was the Holy Master of Mingyang. Although this guy was an intermediate-level cultivation base in the Holy Realm, he did not have a decent sacred artifact in his hand and could not pose a threat to the Holy Master of Yinshan.

However, the black cloth is so strange that the black spirit is so powerful that it even turned into a heart-pounding black dragon and rushed towards the two great holy realm powerhouses.

"Holy Lord of Yinshan Mountain, you are still as sinister as ever!"

Sacred Master Mingyang roared as he shot.

The light of the Sun's True Fire that erupted from the Spirit Fire Orb in his hand was getting more and more dimmed, even if it was a superb artifact, it was not enough to look at.

"Crack!"

Under the full urging of the Holy Master of Mingyang, the Spirit Fire Orb in the hands of the Holy Master of Mingyang appeared to be cracked, and the inner Dao pattern showed signs of collapse.

"This"

Mingyang Saint Lord's flesh hurts, his heart is bleeding, this is a superb artifact, extremely precious, even if you have money, you can't buy it!

Even the existence of the holy realm is jealous.

Because the god-level supreme Taoist implements are not so easy to refine, it also depends on luck.

Mingyang Saint Lord had spent countless efforts and a great price to get the Spirit Fire Orb in his hand.

"Haha..., I'm an outsider of evil spirits, a little bit sinister and cunning. Isn't that right?"

Yinshan Holy Lord laughed.

"kill!"

The Black God Ridge Lord roared again and again, and the black dragon knife in his hand seemed to have come alive. Every time a knife was cut, the power of the black dragon knife increased by one point.

More than a dozen knives were slashed out, and the black energy on the black cloth was completely dispersed.

"The little girl is crazy, wait until I capture you, take it back and teach you a lesson."

Sacred Lord Yinshan said triumphantly.

"Despicable and shameless guy."

Mingyang Saint Lord was furious, but he could already foresee the fate of this old ghost of Yinshan. With the master here, how could this old ghost of Yinshan make any waves?

They did not have any scruples when they shot.

At this time, on the mountain road below, Gu Fei, who was pretending to be an ordinary soldier, came silently behind the fat man who was pointing the country and commenting on the war in the sky.

"bump!"

Gu Fei directly kicked Fatty's ass, and the next moment, with a "swish", Fatty rose directly into the sky like a rocket.

"Wow, I don't want to play like this..."

The fat man was so frightened that he was so frightened that he almost urinated.

When Yuyao, Meng He, Wang Zhan and others saw this, they were immediately stunned. When they looked at the person who kicked the fat man, they almost fell to the ground with their scared eyes, and they could squeeze them in with their mouths open. A duck egg is out.

"Are you surprised or surprised?"

Gu Fei smiled as he looked at the fat man rising up into the sky.

"Surprise, surprise, too surprise..."

"Accident, accident, too accident..."

Wang Zhan, Meng He, Yuyao and others subconsciously murmured, they all mourned for the fat man in their hearts.

"Fat brother, go well..."

Wang Zhan shouted at the fat man in the sky.

"Fuck, I'm not dead yet..."

The fat guy is depressed, he is about to vomit old blood.

"Who did I provoke..."

The grieving fat man rushed directly onto the black cloth.

"Where did the little guy come from, are you in such a hurry to come and die?"

Sacred Lord Yinshan saw a big fat man suddenly rushing up from below, he couldn't help being a little surprised.

What Dongyue Xueer's little guy is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!

It's no wonder that the disciple he sent will be killed silently. Who would have thought that this little princess of the Eastern Moon Dynasty actually hid two great sacred realms.

Those guys died unjustly!

The Holy Master of Yinshan Mountain never thought that his disciples died so unjustly. They were poisoned by Yuyao of the Ten Thousand Gods Sect before they even saw the shadow of Dongyue Xueer.

I have to say that the poison of the Ten Thousand Gods Sect is truly unique in the world. Even a small beginner disciple in the Ten Thousand Gods Sect can kill the monks below the holy realm with the help of poison.

What kind of heaven, god, as long as it is not a holy realm, they can use poison to let them receive a box of lunch.

"Mom, what the **** is this..."

At this time, the fat man was like a fly on a spider web. The black air on the black cloth was tightly entangled, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he struggled.

"Little guy, being able to die under my Nine Nether Umbrella, you can be regarded as a blessing for the cultivation of a few lives."

Sacred Lord Yinshan sneered.

"Fuck, you ten thousand-year-old ghost, want to kill you fat man? Let's go to the spring and autumn dream."

The fat man yelled.

"Master, this..."

Seeing this scene in the sky, everyone on the mountain path was shocked.

Wang Zhan and the fat man talked very well, and they were sweating profusely.

Actually, this fat man is a younger sister who is in love with others, and wants to be a personal disciple, so he has taken care of Wang Zhan these days.

"It's okay, just wait for the show."

Gu Fei waved his hand, then quietly retreated, his current identity was an ordinary soldier.

Everyone was amazed. With such a cultivation base, the fat man can survive in the hands of the Lord Yinshan?

"The little ant dare to be presumptuous in front of this seat. I want you to lose your soul and never exceed your life."

The Holy Lord of Yinshan Mountain was directly angered by the fat man.

You must know that he is a man who occupies one side. Not only the Eastern Moon Dynasty, but also the Naha Emperor Dynasty will also pay tribute to him. The territory he controls is very large.

He is in his territory, it is absolutely superior, absolute master, no one dares to disobey.

Now that a little ant dares to scold him, it is strange that he is not angry.

At this time, the master of Heishenling Ridge grabbed a knife and slew forward, trying to save the fat man.

But suddenly countless black shadows rushed out of the black cloth to kill the Black God Ridge Lord. The terrifying breath of death was in the sky and the earth, and everyone's heart was trembling.

It's like someone suddenly opened the gate of **** and countless evil spirits rushed out of hell.

Mingyang Saint Lord also wanted to save Fatty, but he was also blocked.

And those dark shadows also pounced on the fat man, and all the dark shadows plunged directly into the fat man's body.

"Roar!"

Fatty's face immediately became stubborn, and the seven orifices were full of black aura.