ed the entire space around them.“This is the thread spun by the Fiery Needle.” Lu XiaTian staggered out, these threads had been hidden in the air before. If he hadn't used his fire escape technique to...Rumbling.... Under the flapping of the little fire crow's wings, streaks of azure-white flames fell from the sky, imposing and awe-inspiring. However, most of them were just for show, with barely any lethality. But several that truly carried the Brahma Luo True Fire, once they contaminated a ghost clan member, would either kill or maim them. The Brahma Luo True Fire was a spiritual fire that even late-stage Ghost Kings feared, let alone one wielded by a little fire crow.

This guy, he didn't seem to like this kind of ostentatious display before, but I didn't expect him to learn it so quickly. Lu Xiaotian smiled, realizing that he was using the mirror to create illusions, while Xiaohuo Ya had mastered control over spiritual fire, making it difficult for these ghost clans to distinguish between real and fake.

After taking care of dozens of Ghost Kings in one fell swoop and releasing Xiao Huya, Lu Xia Tian and Xiang Qingcheng stopped participating in the ongoing battle. Instead, they flew towards the location of Shijinren and Zi'ao Guijun who had already fought a considerable distance apart.

Seeing Lu Xiaodong's fierceness, the green-armored skull naturally did not dare to approach him. He retreated along with Su Qing, who was preoccupied with her thoughts, into the rolling white bone giant wheel.

With a hum, the eighteen golden men each flung their long swords. The eighteen blades whirled in mid-air, forming a massive blade wheel that spun rapidly and sliced towards the distant Purple Crocodile Ghost King.

The Purple Crocodile Ghost King's body flickered, appearing three identical figures within the surging ghostly energy. However, the enormous blade wheel moved without hesitation towards the Purple Crocodile Ghost King on the left.

"Damn it, this illusion isn't working at all." Zicuo Ghost King extended a ball of purple light, colliding with the giant blade wheel. His body retreated violently once more. In the Ice Cave battle, his Zuo Yan Ghost Lantern had already shattered, useless. During the recent battles, the ghost gun in his hand was also broken in the chaos. A piece of defensive armor was also slashed by the eighteen Golden Men.

What puzzled the Purple Crocodile Ghost King was that he couldn't figure out what material the eighteen golden men's long swords were made of. No matter how he used his powers, he couldn't even scratch them.

Where the Eighteen Golden Man and the Purple Crocodile Demon Lord clashed, those white bone giant wheels pulling the long, thick chains of bones collapsed one after another with a deafening roar, leaving the ground in utter chaos.

Having lost to the Eighteen Golden Men technique in the Ice Cave before, he didn't expect that even after starting to refine the second dragon essence, he was still unable to withstand it. It hadn't been long since the last battle, and at this moment, a glimmer of hesitation flashed in the eyes of the Purple Crocodile Ghost King. His fierce light flared instantly. With a sudden surge of his thick arms over his head, as if a primordial spirit had emerged from its shell, a gigantic purple crocodile phantom surged out from above his head.

"The Dragon descends!" The purple crocodile phantom and the main body were slightly different. The originally thick arms and legs had now transformed into dragon claws. Two short horns grew on its head, though still unformed, they looked just like dragon horns. On its forehead, a white light ball sat proudly; this was the part of the second Dragon Core that hadn't been fully refined yet.

The main body of the Purple Alligator Demon Lord retreated at an extremely fast speed. The huge crocodile dragon swirled in the air, its huge mouth opening wide, and a dazzling ball of purple-white light was shot towards the eighteen golden men's enormous blade wheel, like a dragon's breath, carrying with it the aura of destruction. It contained the breath of Dragon Yuan, as well as the eerie energy unique to the Purple Alligator Demon Lord himself.

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The massive bladed wheel collided with the dragon breath spat out by the crocodile phantom, and the resulting explosion of light instantly suppressed all color in the heavens and earth.

The formidable, massive blade seemed to have met its match. The eighteen golden figures each poured their spiritual energy into the greatsword, and the massive blade wheel could barely move an inch forward. Judging by the current state of the Purple Crocodile Ghost King, he didn't seem to be doing too well either. His face was flushed red.

With a whooshing sound, the eighteen golden men again formed a human pyramid in mid-air, stacking themselves into a shape resembling a pyramid, like a small hill, soaring towards the Purple Crocodile Demon Lord.

At this time, the Purple Croc Demon King had already unleashed his true fire, summoning the power of the dragon essence to form this crocodile-dragon phantom. Seeing the eighteen golden figures descending like imposing mountains, there was nowhere to escape. The Purple Croc Demon King's eyes narrowed, and without those long swords, he also wanted to see what capabilities these eighteen golden figures still possessed.

"Drink!" The Purple Crocodile Ghost King roared, his hands raised like he was embracing the heavens. He stood firm, unflinching, and met the eighteen golden figures stacked into a small mountain head-on.

The Eighteen Golden Men were puppets, devoid of fear except for the unparalleled battle intent left behind by Emperor Qinling. This pyramid-shaped figure, resembling a small mountain, suddenly crashed down on the Purple Crocodile Demon horde. The ice wind thunder and five elemental forces instantly converged. The Purple Crocodile Demon Lord's face changed instantly because he discovered that once he clashed with the Eighteen Golden Men, he couldn't shake them off. The eight different types of power converged and flowed seamlessly, forming a force with extreme adhesion. Once it stuck, it was like sticking plaster. Furthermore, the power of the Eighteen Golden Men was inexhaustible. Even with his strength, he couldn't sense the slightest depth.

Two vastly different forces clashed, and between heaven and earth, nothing was more dazzling than the Purple Crocodile Ghost King holding eighteen golden men.

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The gigantic blade wheel spun at incredible speed, still locked in a stalemate with the dragon breath unleashed by the crocodile dragon phantom. Wherever it passed, everything was pulverized. Occasionally, a few human or ghost ships failed to dodge in time and were caught in this violent impact, instantly shredded into pieces.

Whew, whew.......

Heavy gasps echoed from the horizon. The previously vanished Ice Soul Ghost Corpse was now like a phantom, flashing several times across the sky before swiftly approaching. Lu Xiaotian's heart skipped a beat. This Ice Soul Ghost Corpse's strength was also at the Nascent Soul level. Although it hadn't been refined for long, Lu Xiaotian felt that with his current abilities, he would likely be unable to withstand it. Right now, the Eighteen Golden Men and the Purple Crocodile Ghost King were locked in a stalemate. If the Ice Soul Ghost Corpse joined the fray, the consequences would be unpredictable.

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Where did that old monster Xiang Huaxin go Lu Xiaotien was about to ask when a blue sword flash broke through the air and shot towards him. Lu Xiaotien let out a sigh of relief, in this dangerous moment, Xiang Huaxin finally arrived.

In a more distant place, snowflakes as huge as blades danced in the air. The battle between Dongfang Yi and Lu Zhongting never ceased for a moment.

With the shackles of the divine ghost cultivators removed, the human race's advantage was steadily growing. The two teams led by Xiang Kuang and Xiao Huoya were invincible, especially after dozens of Ghost Kings, including the Ten Ghost Attendants, were slain by Lu Xiaoteng. Even ordinary True Meaning-level ghost cultivators were no match for them. The Qin clan's arrow formations and terracotta cavalry continued to advance steadily.

Even Xiangdonglai had assembled a fleet of warships to start destroying the endless white bone wheels. Large numbers of bone chains were severed.

Lu Xia Tian’s face showed a hint of satisfaction. Whether it was the Purple Crocodile Ghost King’s side, or the armies engaged in battle, as long as one side achieved a breakthrough, it would be enough. If the ghost army were to be wiped out completely, with their main force decimated, even if the eighteen Golden Men were defeated, relying solely on the Purple Crocodile Ghost King against the almost limitless human army, he would be powerless to turn the tide.eady followed him closely.That year, Lu Xia Tian received an invitation from the Demon Lord, also known as Bing Yu Luan Feng, to go to Bing Yu Luan Feng's residence. Before he even climbed the White B...