Night falls, and the valley of ghosts is dead silent.

The murderous aura that spreads in the valley these days and the sunshine emitted by the fierce sun made the lonely ghosts begin to tremble and become scared.

As soon as the night came, they all hid.

As Yang Que entered, there was even less noise in the valley.

Even those new wild ghosts were so scared that they crawled on the ground by the evil spirits all over his body, and they did not dare to make any sound.

When he walked far away, they tiptoed and left in panic, as far as they could, and how far they could hide.

Yang Que was dressed in black, silently, like a ghost, walking in the desolate valley, with his dark eyes, biting cold.

"Tonight, it seems a bit unusual. I'm afraid that the Tianmo Sect will send out more powerful people."

Yang Que searched for disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect everywhere, thinking about countermeasures.

"If there is a cultivator from the Jade God Realm, it's best. I can try my current strength first. If I can't beat it, I will move into the Ghost Mansion and wait for an opportunity to move, and then go to find those disciples in the Agile Realm to attack."

Thinking of this, his fighting spirit and murderous intent became even more intense.

Not long after, a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect suddenly appeared on a path. Facing the stone wall, he was standing there without moving, his legs trembling faintly.

Yang Que narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sun in his hands had not moved. He stood quietly in place like a sculpture and no longer moved.

The disciple stood for a while, turned around, his face pale, and his eyes showed fear, but he still did not move, his small eyes staring around in panic.

After a long time, he finally couldn't bear it. He bent his knees and knelt on the ground, begging tremblingly: "Two elders, please spare me, I don't want to die, I really don't dare to stay anymore. I'm so scared. If that devil appears, the disciple will definitely die..."

After saying that, he kowtowed pitifully to a stone wall and begged repeatedly.

But behind the stone wall, there was no sound or reaction.

A touch of mockery appeared at the corner of Yang Que's mouth, his eyes flashed, and he walked over.

The disciple was kowtowing and begging, but suddenly saw Yang Que appear. He was stunned for a moment. He took a closer look at his appearance, his body trembled and his face changed drastically.

"Ah--that devil appears! Elder, help!"

Let him shout at the top of his lungs, but he still didn't respond behind the stone wall.

The disciple's eyes showed despair. Seeing Yang Que staring at him coldly, he could no longer bear the extreme fear in his heart. He reached out to pull out a spirit sword and stabbed him in the heart with a knife. Then a hint of relief appeared on his face, a hint of pride, fell to the ground, murmured: "I finally don't need to... die under the devil's knife. My soul is not dead, and I can reincarnate..."

When Yang Que's Fiery Sun Sword was killed by the stern and stern Yang, it was naturally shattered together with the soul inside.

These disciples had already heard of his magic name and knew that if he died under his command, he would definitely lose his soul. So he was very enlightened and committed suicide directly. Perhaps the demon would disdain his soul at all, so he could enter the cycle of reincarnation again.

Yang Que looked at his body coldly, then looked at the stone wall and said coldly: "Since you are here, why should you hide again? Let a disciple from the psychic realm come to die, you can think of it."

Behind the stone wall, two figures finally walked out, one with red hair and the other with a sinister look on their faces.

"Xiao Tong!" Yang Que looked at the monk with a sinister look and walked out. His eyes suddenly became cold and the storm in his hand trembled violently.

"Hmph, Yang Que, you killed so many disciples of my Heavenly Demon Sect. Didn't you just want me to come out? Now I am standing in front of you. If you have the ability, just come and kill me."

Xiao Tong looked contemptuous, a black light flashed in his hand, and a spiritual sword suddenly appeared.

Although he was not afraid of Yang Que, he did not dare to be careless, especially the strange scimitar in the other party's hand looked extremely strange, which made him feel a sense of palpitations. Fortunately, the other party's cultivation was not enough, otherwise he would have escaped tonight.

"You are Yang Que? OK, very good. You have killed so many disciples from the Nether Cave. Today I will capture you and let you taste the taste of soul-sucking and refining spirit!"

Fire flames burned with blazing flames, and when his wrists flipped, a fire stick emerged.

He did not hesitate or talk anymore. With a wave of the fire stick, a golden flame suddenly flew out, burning wildly in the middle, covering Yang Que's head.

Feeling the huge threat sweeping over, Yang Que felt a little nervous. He might be able to try his best to try a cultivator in the Jade God Realm, but two people appeared at once. Even if he was against the will of heaven, he would not be able to use the power of the Agile Realm to seek death.

The gap between the Agile Realm and the Jade God Realm cannot be made up by having powerful magic weapons and martial arts.

Seeing the flames flying, Yang Que did not dare to take it in a head-on manner, and used his step method to retreat. While dodging, a golden light shone out in his hand and flashed towards the fire.

"Sure enough, there are some tricks."

When Huo Yan saw him take a knife, his face suddenly became solemn. He didn't dodge or avoid it. With a stroke of his hands, a small red shield appeared directly, blocking the golden light, leaving only a trace of crack.

"Elder Xiao, why don't you do it quickly and deal with him together. You must not make any mistakes this time!"

Huoyan saw that the small shield condensed with its own attributes actually had cracks, and his face finally changed slightly. He shouted anxiously, waved the fire stick in his hand again, and smashed Yang Que head-on.

For a moment, the strong wind whistled and the red sticks were everywhere. Yang Que stood in the distance and suddenly felt a hot breath covering the sky and pressing towards him!

"A cultivator in the Jade God Realm is indeed amazing."

Yang Que drew out a scorching sun, and his figure quickly retreated, not daring to hesitate at all.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the scorching sun dissipated, and the remaining momentum of the stick had not faded. It hit the ground fiercely, making a thunderous sound, and the earth actually trembled slightly.

The shadow of the stick covers the area, and many ghosts hidden in the tombs have no time to react, and are directly shocked and completely disappear.

"What a trick!"

Xiao Tong praised loudly, then looked at Yang Que with a cold look and mocked: "Yang Que, do you know it's amazing? Just because of you, you also want to kill me. Tonight, you will die!"

After saying that, the black light of the spirit sword in his hand surged. With a gentle wave, a huge black hurricane roared towards Yang Que. As he passed, he even flattened the tombs and even rolled up the entire land!

Yang Que's eyes were cold and a look of surprise appeared on his face. The cultivator in the Jade God Realm was really not something he could compete with now. Even if he tried his best, he would probably not be able to kill Xiao Tong.

Seeing the two of them sneered with a determined sneer, attacking and gradually coming, he stopped hesitating and quickly turned around a grave, lowered his body, and urged the order of the ghost palace to disappear in an instant.

"Damn it! It's gone again!"

The two of them chased after him, but saw that there was nothing around, and Yang Que was still there. They looked at each other with anger and reluctance on their faces.
Chapter completed!