The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 5533: The Wrath of the Ghost King! (three more)

The old man roared anxiously in the reincarnation cemetery, roaring, sometimes threatening and sometimes begging for mercy, but Ye Chen ignored him again.

"Is there any other way?"

Shen Tu Wan'er looked at Gu Yue's pale cheeks, the strength of this god-refining family was really not enough, so she shook her head.

"There is another way, that is, I need someone to help me suppress the backlash of the two swords, so that I can only focus on finding the connection between the two swords."

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Ye Chen pondered for a moment: "The Desolate Demon Heavenly Sword has already recognized me as its master, I can naturally suppress it, but this broken sword..."

"Leave it to me." Shentu Wan'er said, but she deliberately avoided Ye Chen, as if she didn't want Ye Chen to see her.

Marven Ye laughed in his heart, Shentu Wan'er's character was really contradictory, she did everything for her own good, but she showed an expression that she didn't want to get too familiar with herself.

Gu Yue nodded, looked at Shentu Wan'er and said a little embarrassedly: "Miss Shentu, do you still have the medicine you just gave him, can you give me one, I have both blood and qi, The internal breath cannot be mobilized for a while.”

Shen Tu Wan'er was helpless, so she could only throw him one at random, which was a real shame for the world.

The face of Gu Yue, who swallowed the medicinal pill, instantly returned to blush. The medicinal medicinal effect of this Shentu Treasure Hall was naturally excellent.

"Be careful not to be too strong when suppressing, otherwise the artifact will be threatened and cannot be established."

Marven Ye and Shentu Wan'er nodded at the same time.

"Bang!"

The fire of Refining God rekindled, and countless flames covered the Broken Sword and the Desolate Demon Sword, and the incomparably fiery breath of fire made the cheeks of the three of them crimson.

The Blood God sat cross-legged on the ground, carefully observing the movements of the outside world. This refining has reached the most critical step, and he must be 12 points of energy.

Marven Ye felt that his inner breath was tumbling, and the Desolate Demon Heavenly Sword was scorched by the fire of the refining god, and he had a connection with him.

"Give me a crackdown."

The power of Ye Chen's blood was instilled in the Desolate Devil Heavenly Sword. With his extremely powerful bloodline, he suppressed the resistance and devotion of the Desolate Devil Heavenly Sword to the Refining God's flame.

Shentu Wan'er on the other side, Taishang Frost Origin Qi was like a silk thread, firmly bound Broken Sword, interrupting its spinning offensive.

Compared to Ye Chen's simple and direct bloodline suppression, Shentu Wan'er is much more careful.

She kept Gu Yue's words firmly in her heart. Each thread was cut by the law of broken sword, and she would add one immediately. She never forcibly broke the force to prevent Gu Yue from not being able to establish an artifact spirit.

This time, it was much easier for Gu Yue. There were two people who helped him suppress the power of backlash. He only needed to find the fusion of the two and establish a connection between the artifact and spirit.

The same evil spirit is the connection between the two.

"Where?"

Gu Yue's forehead is covered with a thin layer of thin sweat. Where is the connection between Broken Sword and Desolate Demon Sword?

"Start from the wreckage!"

Ye Chen suddenly said, repeating Xuan Hanyu's words, since the broken sword remnant is so cruel, then the source of the demon explosion may be it.

Gu Yue nodded, the Divine Refinement Hammer had already burst out of the air and hit the sword body fiercely.

But at this critical moment!

Above the sky, the void suddenly tore apart!

"A means I haven't seen in years."

A grand voice came from a distance, but it was a slender woman.

"The True Mask of Blood and Netherworld." Another icy voice made the scalp of those who heard it tingle.

Before he finished speaking, the monstrous aura fell, forming a black storm that swept over the entire real light cover.

"Someone is rushing into the formation!" The Blood God's body shook, and the whole person was already thrown up.

"Who dares to make trouble here!"

The blood god's figure was twisted, and he had broken through the protection of the true light shield, and walked away to meet the two.

Boom!

The black storm fell, the power of the law permeated, shrouded the blood god, and the incomparably surging power of the law poured down from it.

The true mask was shaken by the black storm, and the **** violence condensed on it flashed, resisting the black storm.

At this moment, a huge white jade palm penetrated the entire black storm and pressed down on the body of the Blood God from above.

That's an old man.

The old man had a bun on the top of his head, and his body was withered, but this blow carried the power of supreme law.

The blood god's fists condensed the power of blood explosion, and his eyes swept across the two, but he really had no impression.

Those overturned memory fragments, in his sea of ​​consciousness, could never be connected into a picture.

Boom!

Punches and palms together!

"Hahaha, I haven't seen you for many years, but your strength is so low! It's really amazing."

The bun on the old man's head trembled because of his wild laughter.

"Hey, nameless rat!"

The blood **** took a sip and looked at the old man with arrogant eyes: "Sign up, my blood **** will not kill unknown people."

"It seems that you really lost your memory, even I can't remember it."

"Ghost King Xiao Bing! Come and take your life!"

The old man's eyes were a little cold, and he looked at the blood **** with an indescribably hideous expression.

"In the past, you have forgotten all about it!"

Xiao Bing's voice spread mightily in the void.

"Old ghost, you have remembered him for so many years, but everyone has forgotten it. In the end, you just can't let it go."

The woman looked at Xiao Bing with a schadenfreude expression: "Do you have any insight under the osmanthus tree every day when you practice meditation?"

The ghost king looked sullen and looked at the woman: "Double-faced Venerable, if you say one more word, I will kill you today."

"Hahaha, why get angry, I'm just joking."

A powerful ghostly aura suddenly burst out from Xiao Bing's body, and immediately the ghostly aura had already floated in the entire void.

"Next time, I will never let you go!"

Xiao Bing's sullen voice came, his tone was full of cold threats.

"The Wrath of the Ghost King!"

In the void, the wind whistled, lightning flashed and thunder, and then a roaring ghost appeared out of nowhere.

One after another ghost figure was like a divine soldier descending from the sky, crawling in front of Xiao Bing, the ghosts roared, and even bowed their heads to him.

Xiao Bing took a step back, closed his eyes, his hands filled with black aura, and the incomparably arrogant and violent power spread out from his hands.

The blood god's eyes narrowed, and tens of thousands of ghosts, under the guidance of those hands, attacked him one after another.

"Blood War God Halberd!"

A halberd exuding an extremely powerful blood-blasting power appeared in the hands of the Blood God.

Above the towering halberd, there is a very crystal clear red gem.

The radiance above the gemstone shone brightly, filling the entire void with red light.