Taoist Master Xianyun, one of the four major sects in the world of cultivation, has fallen! This news exploded in the crowd like a bomb.

The Wuji Sect disciple's mind went blank for a moment.

Master Jingxin lost consciousness. The claws of the green-winged eagle in a violent state pierced the protective light shield. Even though Master Jingxin dodged in time, one of her arms was torn off by the sharp claws of the green-winged eagle. There was blood on her broken arm.

Squirt wildly.

The green-winged eagle king became even more crazy when he saw the blood. It roared and a fire surged around its body. Its claws were as fast as lightning, and it clawed at Jingxin's chest.

At this critical moment, a red curtain blocked the way of Master Jingxin.

The red curtain forced the Green-winged Eagle back, and then the Ghost Saint was seen holding a chain made of skulls and strangling the Green-winged Eagle King's neck.

The ghost saint was angry.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been in such a furious mood.

The skull whip quickly draws out the vitality of the Green-winged Eagle King.

"Brother Yan..."

"Jing'er..."

Master Jingxin may be the only person in the world who knows the true name of Ghost Saint.

Yan Tu, a genius monk in the realm of the dead. For the sake of his true love, he left the ghost realm and gradually became a tycoon in the outside world of cultivation.

Now the Ghost Saint hears his name being called out by his beloved again. Thousands of years and thousands of past events have passed by in one stroke. Time seems to be flowing backwards, and all the vicissitudes of life have gone away.

Their eyes met, and the anger in Gui Sheng's eyes finally dissipated, "Jing'er, we are free."

The mammoth king in a violent state targeted the Ghost Saint.

At the same time, the five priests of the Witch Clan saw a flaw in the Ghost Saint's state of mind. He immediately performed two witchcrafts, one of which forcibly increased the Mammoth King's combat power. The other was directed at Master Jingxin.

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Master Jingxin instantly felt that the witchcraft of the Tribulation Monk was locked on him. This type of witchcraft did not seem to have any real aggressiveness. But Master Jingxin could feel its power. It seemed to be some kind of irresistible rule.

A cold light flashed in the Ghost Saint's eyes.

"The Art of Generating Causes! You are still a little green to use this method in front of me."

When the black energy emitted by the five priests reached Jingxin Zhenren, the ghost saint grabbed it in his hand. It was like holding a struggling little snake.

At this time, the high priest, who had been sitting upright, opened his eyes slightly.

He slowly raised his hand and threw out a baby covered in runes he was holding in his hand. The baby let out a shrill cry. The runes on the baby's body lit up in the air, and his eyes turned blood red.

The expression on his face was ferocious and terrifying.

The next moment, the baby rushed towards Master Jingxin.

The Ghost Saint's face instantly turned pale.

"Blood Infant Curse!"

This kind of curse technique is quite explosive even in the ghost realm. I didn't expect that it was learned by the Witch Clan. The Ghost Saint knows the horror of the curse technique. The other three holy envoys in the Demon Sect were trapped in the ghost realm.

Curse spell, the people who are still alive until now do not look like humans or ghosts.

The intention of the high priest is very obvious. He plans to deal with the Ghost Saint here. The Ghost Saint's cultivation level is not considered to be at the top of the cultivation world. But what is scary about him is not his cultivation level!

The five priests and the high priest had the same idea. He immediately flew out of the blood formation and attacked the ghost saint.

As a result, the Ghost Saint is entangled by the Five Priests and the Elephant King, the two giants who save the tribulation, and it is impossible to free his hands to stop the Ghost Child. And once the Ghost Saint is recruited in meditation, his mind will be in chaos. He will also be killed by the two giants.

Ghost Saint saw through the simple plan of the Wu tribe at a glance, but he was already in a deadlock. Faced with the siege of two tribulation giants with their own strengths, he really had no ability to stop the high priest's domineering move.

The Blood Infant Curse.

"I'll kill you!" Ghost Saint was furious.

The blood-red baby arrived in front of Master Jingxin in the blink of an eye. He stretched out two round, bloody arms, trying to pinch Master Jingxin's neck.

Master Jingxin had never seen such a sorcery and hurriedly retreated. But the blood baby was obviously faster.

Three inches, two inches, one inch!

Master Jingxin didn't even have time to release her own domain before she was suppressed by the blood baby's majestic aura. She felt that the ugly baby in front of her had the oppressive power of a cultivation giant.

The next moment, Xue Ying's two chubby little hands pinched it hard. At that moment, Master Jingxin subconsciously closed his eyes.

The Ghost Saint not far away exclaimed and lost his voice. He only hated that all his magical powers were blocked by the five priests.

A few seconds passed, and Jingxin didn't feel anything strange in her body. She opened her eyes and saw a figure in green blocking her.

His appearance was silent because he teleported.

The blood baby bit his body fiercely, trying to get in somewhere in his body to complete the curse.

It's just that this person's skin is like a steel plate. Wherever the blood baby lowers his mouth, there is always a layer of faint colored light that easily blocks his gnawing power, which is comparable to that of a cultivation giant.

"Little thing, even you want to hurt my master."

Pei Feng grabbed the blood baby's little ankle and lifted him up. He slapped the blood baby hard on the buttocks like a gust of wind. The slap made the blood baby squeal wildly.

"Wind!"

"Master, it's time for you to rest." After Pei Feng finished speaking, he looked at the Ghost Saint who was fighting in the distance.

"Uncle! Don't get beaten to death before you drink Lan'er and I's wedding wine."

The Ghost Saint laughed. His black hair spread out, and there were wisps of white air in the black area around him. That was the Ghost Saint's overwhelming murderous intention. Just now, his heart was indeed in chaos. But now,

There is only one word in his heart - kill! He will kill without any distractions in this battle.

"Great Demon Pei Feng!"

"The Valley Master has appeared."

"Junior Brother Feng..."

Although the Xing Kui Thirteen Swordsmen had learned about Pei Feng's resurrection from the dead, when he actually appeared in everyone's sight, the thirteen people still felt that it was unreal.

The body that was burned to charcoal seemed like a dream.

Now, Pei Feng is floating in the sky without any problems, holding a bloody baby in his hand, which is indescribably weird.

In fact, even the disciples of Youqing Valley were astonished as if they had seen a ghost when their Valley Master appeared.

The news of Pei Feng's resurrection was only known to the top leaders of the sect. The demon cultivators who had participated in the Tianyan Sect war couldn't help but rub their eyes.

"Then, is that the Valley Master?"

At this moment, the monks in Friendship Valley seemed to have been given blood. The battle of the city-breaking army was already extremely fierce, but at this moment, their fighting spirit was completely ignited. When killing ferocious beasts, these demon cultivators were like chopping melons and vegetables.

Xiao Xiao looked up at the familiar figure, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Junior Brother Stinky, I knew you wouldn't die that easily."

Xiao finished the novel and looked at Qin Yue in the distance. At this moment, a pair of green clothes and a red clothes completely occupied Xiao Xiao's heart.

She seemed to be in a wild forest. In that extreme place, with these two men around, she felt at ease.
Chapter completed!