"But I have asked now, I am still not dead!" Brahma raised his eyebrows coldly and looked at Ji Wushang proudly.

Ji Wushang narrowed his eyes: "Su Wen, you are the famous Black Flag Chief of Heiwu Mountain. Even many geniuses outside the domain are very afraid of you."

"Aren't you afraid?" Brahma sneered coldly: "When I use the black cauldron to cultivate into the third level of the Black Prisoner's Sky Finger, let alone you, even the leader of the Ghost Sect, Murong Zhenshuo, is not my enemy in one move!"

Ji Wushang snorted coldly: "Is your Brahma Leng a pitfall in your mind? Do you think I will give you time?"

Brahma sneered: "Ji Wushang, you are not old, and your tone is quite crazy. Don't forget that I am not a famous sect. In comparison, Heiwu Mountain is much more prosperous than the Ghost Sect."

"Oh yes, I forgot, the Ghost Gate has been destroyed."

Brahma Leng raised her chest and raised her head, staring at Ji Wushang with sharp eyes.

Ji Wushang laughed and said, "What does the Ghost Gate have to do with me? So what if it is destroyed? And I can tell you that it will be a matter of time sooner or later on, Black Wushan."

"Okay, okay, don't delay time anymore. If you kill you, I will continue to practice!"

Brahma Leng provoked, and then he took action directly.

"Wushan Shadow Palm."

This is a killer move. Although its name is very ordinary, it has a great origin. The Black Witch Divine Mountain is connected by many mountains. The most terrifying place to try is the Black Witch Divine Mountain. This set of Xuan-level sixth-grade palm techniques was tempered by Brahma Leng in that terrifying mountain range.

It was this move that Brahma Leng did not even exert all his strength and defeated Ye Qingyun step by step.

The violent palm shadows, like a storm, whistling towards Ji Wushang, said at least one hundred palms, flashing in the air in a mess.

Every palm wind seemed to be able to split a heavy rock.

"I must pass this path, otherwise that guy will look down on me!" Ji Wushang's face was cold and hard, and he was not afraid at all in the face of Brahma Leng's powerful strength.

He awakened the golden body of the ghost magic, and condensed a purple shadow of the evil ghost on his body. The blood and ghost energy emitted on his body suddenly surged.

Bang bang bang, long fists and short fists alternated with each other, Ji Wushang, a real boxing champion. His boxing technique was fierce and swift, and he was extremely powerful. He blew up against Brahma's cold palm prints, and bursts of air bursts kept resounding, and the painted black palm prints and purple fist power shuttled back and forth.

"Yes, your strength is several points stronger than the warrior who was in the war king body just now. It is worthy of my second move to use Brahma Leng's palm technique!"

After seventy or eighty moves against Ji Wushang, Brahma narrowed his cold eyes and said lightly.

He was not angry or blushed. It was no effort for him to use the ground-level palm technique he had just made.

"Hmph, just let the horse come over!" Ji Wushang would definitely not admit defeat, and suddenly retreated dozens of meters backwards, and welcomed the opponent's unique skills with high standards.

"Black Witch Palm!"

Brahma Leng raised his palm and accumulated his energy slightly. A series of black true energy gathered into his palm like a storm.

The gravels on the ground were shaken and rose up and circled around him.

"The pressure of this palm is even more terrifying than the previous shadow palm. Although it only has one palm, it must not be taken lightly."

Ji Wushang would not underestimate the other party and said inwardly: "It seems that I want to try the demonic power inherited by that smelly wolf!"

Since Ye Wuzong used the Lingxi Initiation Decision to open up the meridians all over his body, Ji Wushang's dantian has cultivated a very solid demonic power.

He generally does not choose to use the blood soul, because once his blood soul is used, it will have a terrifying power, but it will be accompanied by uncontrollable power.

So even the disciple of the Ghost Sect and even the leader Murong Zhenshuo did not know what Ji Wushang's true blood soul was.

"You'd better be careful about this palm, otherwise you will die!"

On Brahma cold palm, the black beam of light condensed into a light ball, and the black beams were like water flowing.

Ji Wushang narrowed his eyes and did not answer, but mobilized all the silent demonic power in his dantian from his meridians.

"Shock!" Brahma Tian slapped out with a cold palm. The black palm print was as high as four or five people, and it penetrated the sky and pressed towards Ji Wushang.

The rock walls on both sides shook wildly, and the raging winds pierced through the boulders, and the boulders were directly shattered.

The pressure of this palm was very strong. Ji Wushang dared not drag it out loud. He opened his mouth suddenly and roared!

"Roar!" A roar like a lion and tiger roared, spreading across the void.

I saw a brilliant purple light burst out from Ji Wushang's body, which was the demonic power that soared into the sky to protect him. At the same time, he also punched him.

Bang bang-!

The void exploded, and the fire light surged into the sky. The collision point between the palm and the fist caused a shaking hurricane, which directly blows Ji Wushu backwards.

"How is that possible?" Brahma Leng did not retreat, but just maintained a posture of exposing his palm, and was very surprised: "Although his combat power is strong, it is impossible for him to retreat safely under the attack of the Black Witch Palm."

"And... the true energy that burst out from his body just now is indeed surprisingly similar to the demonic power of the disciples of the Demon King Holy Mountain, and it is even strong but not weak!"

Brahmatian looked at Ji Wushang who was blown away, and naturally knew that he was not injured. He said secretly: "It seems that this Ji Wushang has encountered many opportunities. Such a person cannot be killed. If he put it on Tianjiao Shangyu, it may be useful."

As soon as he thought of this, Brahma Leng glanced at the rock tunnel in front of him, and without saying a word, he went out his palms to both sides and smashed the rock wall.

Boom boom boom boom-!

Countless boulders lost their balance, causing the rock wall to collapse directly, and huge rocks fell down, blocking the passage.

The next moment.

Brahma Leng set up a witch blood formation on those huge rocks.

"In this way, it will take some effort to reach the central government."

"I think that guy Mu Yu will have to pay a certain price to fight him. She is a powerful helper to help me grab the black cauldron, and there is another person coming from the fifth fork. I don't have time to see him now."

Brahma Leng turned around and left.

But as soon as he took two steps, he suddenly stopped: "Who is he!!"

At this time, the black witch clone hiding in the space below the center met a young man wearing a black shirt and holding two scabbards.

Brahma Leng's clone said vigilantly: "Who are you?"

Surprisingly, there was a blue light ball above the head of the sword cultivator in the black. In the light ball, there was a girl of four or five years old floating in the air, staring at him curiously.

Ye Wuzong sneered: "A kind of distraction condensation formed by the power of the blood sacrifice and the black witch can still retain the three successful powers. It seems that you should be the legendary chief disciple of the Black Flag branch, Brahma Leng!"
Chapter completed!