Chapter 2041 Massacre!

The murderer was named "Gui Tou Tuo", and he was notoriously cruel and merciless. He did not give the twelve people a chance to defend themselves, and directly killed them to establish his authority!

Seeing this scene, the people in the Ghost Prison could not help but feel cold in their hearts. How could they dare to retreat? They all swarmed up and surrounded Liang Yan.

Qing Beiwang said loudly: "Everyone, if we let the thief run away, we will definitely die, and we will die miserably! Tiangong City has clear rewards and punishments. If you can kill this thief, you will all be great. Do you want anything?"

After hearing his words, everyone was in high spirits.

"Those who trespass into the Ghost Prison will be killed without mercy!"

"Kill!"

With Qing Beiwang's order, 100,000 cultivators attacked at the same time, and various magic killing moves, magic weapons and magic treasures broke through the air and attacked Liang Yan from all directions.

Liang Yan still stood in the same place, standing with his hands behind his back, his face calm.

In front of him, colorful streamers were like stars in the sky. Magical weapons, talismans, seals, Dharma images, secret techniques, and various magical methods performed infinite mysteries in the air, like the tide of the sea, rolling in.

Facing the tide of attacks, Liang Yan's aura did not fluctuate at all, but there was a huge and boundless killing intent that could not be concealed, which began to spread around.

Qing Beiwang met his gaze, his heart suddenly jumped, and he shuddered.

"This guy."

Before he could react, he saw five different colors of sword lights flashing behind Liang Yan, namely purple, blue, silver, black, and white. Some were like swimming dragons, and some were like stunning swords. The sword intent was different, and the power of the law was also different.

"There are actually five natal sword pills, and they contain different powers of the law?" Qing Beiwang widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Swish!

Five sword lights rushed into the crowd, like a tiger into a flock of sheep, crushing them!

The Ghost Prison monks were simply unable to resist Liang Yan's sword energy, and their defensive spells were useless. Wherever the five sword lights passed, only blood splattered and corpses were scattered all over the ground.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of monks were chopped down by the sword, their bodies annihilated, and their souls turned into ashes!

"I'll take the 18th floor, and those who stand in my way will die!"

Liang Yan soared into the air, his clothes fluttering.

There was no trace of pity in his eyes. As his mind turned, the five sword laws were used at the same time, just like mowing the grass to harvest the lives of the Ghost Prison people.

"Ah!"

A tragic wail came from the crowd.

Those who rushed to the front and had low cultivation were instantly turned into dust by the sword light. As for those monks with slightly higher cultivation and timely reaction, although they were not directly killed by the sword light, they were also pierced by the scattered sword energy, and immediately blood flowed, and their meridians were broken, which was horrible!

"This thief, what a powerful method!" Several Huajie ancestors were shocked.

Suddenly, a strange laugh was heard, and it was Ghost Mountain Ancestor who said: "Don't panic, fellow Taoists, I will help you suppress his sword energy!"

As soon as the voice fell, the eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers and veins changed. Countless mud and sand gathered and turned into eight huge earth dragons, floating up from the depths of the ground.

The earth dragon raised its head!

The powerful ghost energy rushed up to the sky, forming hundreds of chains, which tied Liang Yan's body tightly.

At the same time, eight earth dragons roared into the sky, each of which contained the essence of the Ghost Mountain Ancestor, and rushed towards Liang Yan desperately, wanting to devour his body.

"Come on!"

Faced with this sudden change, Liang Yan did not get angry but laughed.

He pinched the sword formula in his hand, and the black lotus sword ball flew back, spinning around him, and the black sword energy fell like a storm.

Those chains made of ghost energy were simply unable to resist, as if they were made of paper, and were pierced by the black sword energy. The spell instantly became nothingness, leaving only pure ghost energy lingering around, and there was no longer any threat.

Liang Yan pointed his hand again, and the black sword light galloped around. Even if the eight earth dragons came together, they were no match for him. They were soon swallowed by the sword energy containing the law of darkness, and countless holes appeared on their bodies.

Seeing that the essence of the origin was damaged, the strange face on the mountain wall roared.

"Dare to destroy my earth veins, I will fight you!"

As he spoke, the eight earth dragons all exploded, and a yellow haze enveloped thousands of miles.

This haze fell on the bodies of the ghost prison monks, as if they had an extra piece of precious clothes, covering their bodies perfectly, looking indestructible!

And when it fell on Liang Yan, every cloud of smoke was like a mountain, extremely heavy!

"It's the 'Hundred Refined Ghost Rock' of the Ghost Mountain Patriarch!"

In the crowd, a middle-aged man in a black robe and dark skin was staring at the yellow haze around him, his face extremely excited.

This man's name is "Huang Baichuan", one of the seven ancestors of Huajie, practicing the ghost secret art "Hundred Ghosts Sutra", and his body is covered with mysterious and strange runes.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lord Ma also laughed:

"Haha, being covered by the 'Hundred Refined Ghost Rock' is equivalent to everyone having an extra top-grade defensive magic weapon. With so many of us, I don't believe we can't kill him!"

After speaking, the vertical eye on his forehead suddenly opened, and 36 green lights were released in succession, like a meteor chasing the moon, one after another, shooting towards Liang Yan in the distance.

He was extremely cunning. Although he shouted the loudest, he hid at the back and only dared to harass from a distance with his vertical eye magic, and never dared to come forward.

Liang Yan was surrounded at this time. Seeing the green light shooting like a string of beads from a distance, he couldn't help but sneer:

"What a good Lord Ma. I spared your life before, but now you are rushing to die. This is what you deserve!"

While speaking, he used the "Third Son Sword Technique", and the purple thunder sword light shot through the air, disemboweling hundreds of ghost prison monks along the way, and instantly arrived in front of Lord Ma.

Seeing this scene, Lord Ma's expression changed drastically.

He didn't expect that even if he was surrounded by everyone, even if he was so far apart, Liang Yan would still use his sword against him!

"Idiot, if you mess up your position like this, you will only die faster!"

Although he was angry in his heart, Lord Ma knew that he had to guard against this sword, so he made a seal with both hands and recalled all thirty-six rays of green light, forming a thick defensive barrier in front of him.

At the same time, he waved his sleeve and threw out a nine-foot-long, completely black door panel.

But it is the defensive magic weapon that he is most proud of: "Ghost Control Tianmen"!

No wonder he is so cautious. After the ancestor Jihun has learned from his mistakes, who would dare to be careless? Seeing that Liang Yan had targeted him, he immediately gave up the attack and used all his mana to defend. Coupled with the ancestor of Guishan's "Hundred Refining Ghost Rock" and his own "Ghost Control Tianmen", he only hoped to prevent this attack. sword.

"As long as you guard against one sword, just one sword is enough." Prince Ma kept thinking silently in his heart.

Boom!

Thunder exploded in mid-air, and the purple sword light was like a thunder dragon, majestic and unstoppable!

The defensive barrier composed of thirty-six green lights was torn apart by the Thunder Sword Qi in an instant, just like the layers of window paper being pierced, unable to stop it even for a moment.

Prince Ma's face turned pale, and he could only place his hopes on the "Ghost Control Tianmen" and the "Hundred Refining Ghost Rock".

Under his full force, the dark door panel released powerful ghost energy, and a ferocious ghost head appeared on the door lintel, which began to devour the souls of the souls spilling out of the surrounding battlefield.

The door panels are getting thicker and thicker, and the ghostly energy is getting stronger and stronger!

Just when the power of the "Ghost Control Tianmen" expanded to its limit, the thunder dragon flew over with a sky-high momentum.

boom!

Just hearing a loud noise, thunder roaring, and sword energy flowing horizontally, Yugui Tianmen fell apart without any warning, turning into powder in the purple sword light.

The whole process happened in a flash!

Like the thirty-six layers of defensive restrictions, this defensive magic weapon that Lord Ma had high hopes for still did not block the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword even for a moment.

"No. My life is at stake!"

Seeing the power of Liang Yan's sword, Lord Ma's liver and gallbladder split and his face turned pale.

In his sight, the purple thunder dragon was getting closer and closer, and soon it was above his head, slashing down from top to bottom.

The "Hundred Refining Ghost Rock" can block scattered sword energy, but facing Liang Yan's full sword, it is no different from paper.

"ah!"

A shrill scream was heard, and Prince Ma's body was cut in half in the middle. His true spirit still wanted to escape, but how could it escape the thunderous sword energy known for its speed?

The Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword lightly swiped in mid-air, spanning hundreds of miles in an instant, and chopped Lord Ma's true spirit into pieces, turning it into a wisp of faint blue smoke.

The second tribulation ancestor fell!

However, everyone in the Ghost Prison did not shrink from this, but instead became more motivated to fight.

"There is a flaw!"

Qing Beiwang shouted, excitement showing on his face.

It turned out that in order to kill Lord Ma, Liang Yan separated one of the five sword pills, which inevitably exposed flaws in his own defense.

Which of these catastrophe ancestors is not a person who has experienced hundreds of battles? No one was timid because of Lord Ma's death. Instead, they seized on the flaw and launched a violent attack on Liang Yan!

One hundred thousand monks were flying in mid-air, like a rolling torrent, and all kinds of magic and magical powers came one after another. Although their strength was uneven, they could cover the ancestors of the Tribulation and cooperate with their offensive.

Coupled with the fact that Guishan Patriarch used the power of this small world to surround and suppress Liang Yan, a situation of encirclement soon formed.

"So what if I let you get close?"

Liang Yan sneered again and again, and his body exuded golden Buddha light, like an indestructible iron wall, blocking all the magical powers that appeared around him.

He pinched the magic formula again, and the Lingtian Sword Pill circled around, creating an arc-shaped frost-white sword light.

Everyone in the Ghost Prison who rushed to the front felt their eyes blurred, and a biting chill poured into their bodies. The blood in their veins and the spiritual power in their meridians all became stagnant.

"It's so cold!"

This is the last thought most people have.

The ice sword energy spreads in all directions, like a glacier, washing away a hundred miles in radius. As long as the sword energy penetrates, the whole person will turn into an ice sculpture, no longer alive at all.

In the blink of an eye, with Liang Yan as the center, thousands of ice sculptures appeared within a radius of a hundred miles.

They were all living monks, and they still maintained various postures. Some were chanting incantations, some were manipulating magic weapons, and some were making seals with their hands. They had just burned the talismans and were about to use some mysterious magical power.

No matter what these thousands of monks were doing a moment ago, they are now frozen forever.

"ah!"

A scream came from the crowd, but Qing Beiwang was also pierced by the ice sword energy.

Even with his level of cultivation, half of his body felt numb and his body almost froze. If it weren't for the rapid movement of the magic power, I'm afraid the prison lord would have cried out in anger on the spot.

"What a poisonous sword energy!"

Qing Beiwang had already lost his arms. At this moment, he could only use his mental skills to seal the meridians and flesh and blood near the wound, and then slowly force out the sword energy from his body.

He looked around and saw ice sculptures suspended in the air, like graves, and he couldn't help but feel a fear in his heart.

Suddenly, he heard a long whistle, which shook a hundred miles!

"Qing Beiwang! You escaped a disaster, but you came to die again. You can't escape it after all!"

Hearing this voice, Qing Beiwang felt his heart beat suddenly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Looking around, Liang Yan's eyes were cold, and he waved his sleeves. Countless green sword energy spread around, like waves in the sea, one wave after another, and the momentum became stronger and stronger.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Qing Beiwang felt that he heard the sound of nature, the breeze in the forest, the melting of snow mountains, the tides of rivers and seas, and all kinds of rhythms formed a gorgeous piece of music.

Bang! Bang! Bang.

Accompanied by a series of explosions, thousands of ice sculptures within a hundred miles exploded one by one!

Qing Beiwang's pupils suddenly shrank.

In the air, ice flower fragments were flying all over the sky, forming a beautiful scene, but only those who were there knew that this was not a beautiful scene, but a Shura field!

Swish!

Just as he was slightly stunned, a sword flew in the air, but it was the Mayfly Sword Pill. Although it was blocked by the "Hundred Refining Ghost Rock" for a moment, its speed was still very fast.

Qing Beiwang was horrified and hurriedly urged his magic power. Seventy-seven and forty-nine balls of ghost fire appeared above his head. After a moment, they all turned into ghost fire centipedes and took the initiative to meet the Mayfly Sword Pill.

But how could these magical powers stop Liang Yan's "Yuzhu Yin"?

Hearing the mysterious sound, the sword light was crisscrossed, and the natural sound evolved into infinite wonders, breaking up Qing Beiwang's ghost fire centipedes one by one, and finally only a few wisps of green smoke were left, floating in the air.

"Not good!"

Qing Beiwang was shocked and turned around and ran without hesitation.

But the Mayfly Sword Pill was chasing him closely from behind. Before he could run ten miles, the green sword light had already caught up and cut him in the waist!

"Ah!"

With a shrill scream, Qing Beiwang's body was split in two.

His true spirit wanted to escape, but was pierced by the ice sword energy falling from the air, and his speed suddenly slowed down. Then he was rolled up by the Mayfly Sword Light and turned into ashes in an instant.

In a blink of an eye, the third ancestor of the catastrophe also became a dead soul under Liang Yan's sword.

Everyone in the Ghost Prison was terrified when they saw this scene!

But now it was too late to get off the tiger. Even if they turned around and left, Liang Yan might not let them go. Moreover, even if they could escape from Liang Yan's hands by chance, they could not escape the pursuit of Tiangong City.

Because they took the Life and Death Pill, the final outcome would be worse than death!

"From the day Fengdu City surrendered to Tiangong City, we no longer have any way to retreat."