y man with no hair could see the fearsome battle unfolding before him. Even the wizened old man, seeing this astonishing scene, felt a tremor of apprehension in his heart. As a cultivator at the late...I originally thought that by summoning the Ghost Crocodile Lantern, I could suppress the golden man in front of me. However, the eighteen golden men grew stronger when facing adversity, and they unleashed such a domineering and unparalleled attack—the Heaven-Splitting Earth-Shattering Slash. The surging blade energy almost tore this entire ice cave apart.

Zi'āo Ghost King glared with both eyes, the pressure brought by the eighteen golden men even exceeding that of any previous enemy. At that moment, Zi'āo Ghost King sank his waist and sat on his horse, and his double blades suddenly slashed downwards. The surging ghost energy behind him turned into a black cloak. As the cloak fluttered, another layer of crystal-black armor appeared on Zi'āo Ghost King's body surface, which was already incredibly thick.

With a resounding *bang bang*! Zicuo Ghost King's hands clenched into fists, colliding with each other twice. The sound was like thunderclap. Black lightning flashed. Zicuo Ghost King shifted, advancing towards the Burning Lantern with overwhelming power. With his fists waving, two gigantic shadowy fists surrounded by black lightning charged head-on against the blade energy wielded by the eighteen Golden Men.

Boom..............

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Throughout the entire ice cavern, there was a collapse, with countless falling stones. However, the eighteen golden men and the Purple Crocodile Demon Lord's fight remained unaffected. The intensity of their battle was several times greater than when Xiang Haxin and Bing Hun Lao Gui fought against Xueyu Yao Lu last time.

Originally, Lu Xia Tian and Xiang Qing Cheng were insufficient to survive in such a harsh environment. However, the eighteen golden men's swords flying between gave Lu Xia Tian a space free from harm.

Within the profound ice cave, the purple light emitted by the Burning Ghost Lantern flickered. The Guardian Ghost Crocodile and the Purple Crocodile Ghost King clashed repeatedly with streaks of sword light. The Purple Crocodile Ghost King relied on his extraordinary ghostly power and the sharpness of the Burning Ghost Lantern.

In contrast, the individual strength of the Eighteen Golden Men pales in comparison to that of the Violet Croc Demon King. However, when they join forces, the moves they unleash appear like a gazelle leaping with no trace, yet they subtly contain the principles of the Tao.

In the midst of a fierce clash, Feng Tian Lie Di Zan was forcefully repelled by Zi Ao Gui Jun's powerful frontal assault. The eighteen golden figures appeared to roll back, their bodies defying gravity in mid-air.

“Lin Luo Ghost Rain!” The Purple Crocodile Demon Lord let out a sinister smile. With a flick of his left hand, a gray, rain-drop shaped ghost emerged from his palm and shot forward. In the air, it instantly transformed into countless raindrops, which were the eighteen Golden Men. Even they couldn't completely avoid this Lin Luo Ghost Rain.

The ghostly rain beat down on the eighteen golden figures, like viscous threads of pearls, clinging to them.

Lu Xia Tian's face turned pale with surprise. This Zi Ao Ghost King was truly quick-witted. Seeing eighteen golden men join forces, their power surged, he immediately thought of this move, and he happened to have such a ghost in his hand. This Lin Luo Ghost Rain had the powerful adhesive force like spider silk. Although it couldn't hold all eighteen golden men at once, even if it only delayed some of their speed, it could very likely reduce the power of the eighteen golden men's combined attack. For the Zi Ao Ghost King, this was enough.

The strongest ice, wind, and snow three-system gold people indeed joined forces to quickly cut off those spider silk-like raindrops. However, most of the other five-system gold people were still more or less affected. The purple crocodile ghost king grinned coldly, his palms suddenly pushing forward, a chaotic ghost force hitting the Zuo Yan ghost lamp. In an instant, the Zuo Yan ghost was like a burning purple fireball. On the surface of the fireball, there were also a few strands of black lightning.

Suddenly, purple flames erupted, transforming into a dozen crocodile-shaped figures made of purple flames. They darted towards the eight Golden Warriors.

The entire ice cave, under the burning of this purple flame, had massive amounts of ice directly vaporized. Lu Xia Tian saw that purple flame surging in, and he couldn't help but feel a near-suffocating threat of death.

However, unexpectedly, the eighteen golden figures didn't move too much. They simply held their long swords in their hands and plunged them downward. A soft light orb emanated from before each giant, these orbs gathering together in an instant to form a curved shield.

No matter how fierce the Zuo Yan ghost lamp's blazing purple flames raged, this colorful, round shield remained steadfast like a reef in the sea. At the same time, the discomfort that Lu Xiaoteng and Xiang Qingcheng had both been feeling quickly vanished without a trace.

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The Purple Crocodile Demon Lord's face contorted with anger. He hadn't expected this to be ineffective either, wasting his effort and costing him a drop of Lin Luo Rain Seed. But very quickly, the Purple Crocodile Demon Lord's anger turned into shock. Suddenly, all eighteen golden figures hurled the long swords in their hands for the first time.

Eighteen long swords floated in the air, their handles converging to form a gigantic, colossal blade wheel. It surged forward with an overwhelming aura, crushing everything in its path. In just the blink of an eye, it split the purple flames conjured by the Burning Ghost Lantern into two. The blade wheel rolled over the Burning Ghost Lantern, scattering its flames.

The sound of the Zuo Yan Ghost Lantern shattering was clear in their ears. The Zi Ao Ghost King's face paled instantly, spitting out a clump of black-purple blood that reeked of decay. The eight-colored blade wheel formed by eighteen long knives was right before them. There was nowhere to escape.

The Purple Crocodile Demon Lord let out a ferocious roar, his hands performing strange and arcane incantations. With both palms, he drew out a black, spectral glow, swirling with ghostly apparitions. Ka-ka, the enormous blade wheel spun rapidly, soon clashing head-on with the Purple Crocodile Demon Lord.

Under the high speed of the rotating blades, it was impossible to see that they were composed of numerous long knives. A trace of pain flashed in the eyes of Zi'ao Guijun, and he strained his right hand, holding up a piece of ghost light to block the whirling blade.

The blade has pierced the ghostly light.

The ground was littered with bone fragments. The ghost crocodile summoned by the Purple Crocodile Demon Lord had been reduced to a single head, its body pulverized by the whirling blades.

The giant blade wheel struck the Purple Crocodile Ghost King in the chest, sending him flying backwards. He thrust his palms forward, unleashing a terrifying vortex of ghostly energy. The blade wheel plunged into the vortex, its speed drastically reduced. However, the Purple Crocodile Ghost King's face was also etched with extreme effort.

The eighteen golden men once again drank together, each striking a ray of light that disappeared into the sword wheel. The sword wheel's momentum surged again. Its speed suddenly decreased, transforming into a stream of light, and directly crushing over the Purple Crocodile Ghost King's body.

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With a whoosh, the mighty Purple Crocodile Ghost King was bisected by the whirling blades and shot in opposite directions.

However, the Purple Crocodile Demon Lord's aura hadn't disappeared. The two halves of his body that had been severed, circled in mid-air and miraculously rejoined as one. The Purple Crocodile Demon Lord, whose black qi billowed, transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the deep ice cave passage.

“Boy, after this lord absorbs the Dragon's Yuan, I will come back to repay the grudge of that sword!” The sinister voice of Zi Yue Ghost Lord drifted from afar.

"Should we chase after them" Xiang Qingcheng looked at Lu Xiaoxiao.

"It's probably too late. Once we leave the eighteen gold men's attack range, it will be a dream to catch up with the Purple Crocodile Ghost King at our speed." Lu Xia Tian shook his head, "The Snow Region Demon Stag is dead. Let's go back and gather the armies of several great immortal dynasties and directly attack the Ghost Clan. Don't give the Purple Crocodile Ghost King a chance to reorganize the Ghost Clan army. If he goes into battle, it would be best. If the ghost doesn't come out, let's first break the backbone of the Ghost Clan army."beast with a strange trunk, an elephant-like beast " 。This, this..." Among those watching the battle, Ding Yu, who had been incredibly impressed by that newly-risen He-Tianti cultivator in the chaoti...