The Ghost King did not feel any distress at all about his own men being killed. He was like an outsider who let the flames roll up, and countless ghosts turned into ashes.

Zhang Bairen held up his long sword and stood there in his arms: "I said Taoist priest, is your magic good? I see that you have burned a stack of swords and generals have not seen the arrival of heavenly soldiers and generals?"

Bai Yun looked embarrassed when he heard this: "I...I don't know either. Maybe it's because the god of the Heavenly Palace is not at home."

"Hahaha, hahaha, you Taoist priest, I am so laughing to death. Don't wait, there are people on the Taoist priests, and I am not without people." The Ghost King slowly walked out of the sedan chair and showed a burst of sneer.

"Baiyun, the people above you seem to be less powerful than the Ghost King's backer!" Zhang Bairen turned his head and joked about Baiyun.

Some people above have tried their best to understand the familiar words. Originally, this kind of thing would only happen in the human world, but they did not expect that this kind of thing would happen in the cultivation world.

No wonder the Taoist magicians are useless, they can only use the Nine Old Seals they practiced by themselves.

After hearing the Ghost King's words, Bai Yunqi's face turned red: "A group of bastards are messing around all day long. I told you why there are monsters here? It turns out that it is the consequence of deliberately indulging from above."

"Taoist, you shouldn't be that capable." Zhang Bairen looked at the Ghost King. The Ghost King was wearing black clothes, with a face in his 80s, a dry figure, black air all over his body, and countless ghosts roared, obviously not a simple person.

"I... Of course I have methods. Although I practice sect magic, I am more practicing the Nine Old Seals. If my Nine Old Seals are perfect, they can mobilize the qi of the sun and turn into the true fire of the sun, and have the power of burning the river and boiling the sea. I am just not practicing at home." Taoist Baiyun smiled embarrassedly.

"If you can't do it, then just protect the Dharma for me. Don't ask this ghost king to escape." Zhang Bairen's long sword "swoosh" automatically popped out of the scabbard and landed in his hand.

With several months of cultivation, Zhang Bairen finally found some way and was no longer the rookie he used to be.

Sword cultivator must look like a sword cultivator.

"kill"

Zhang Bairen stepped on Yu Step, with the sword light in his hand, and the sword intent was vast and vast. He turned into the only one in the world, as if he wanted to kill all things in the world, and the immortals bowed their heads.

The Ghost King was shocked: "What a powerful swordsmanship. How did you do it?"

"I don't know if my magic will succeed if I imprison you and turn it into the Five Ghosts' Movement Method." Zhang Bairen said coldly. The Ghost King's robe rolled up, as if it was iron, rolled up towards Zhang Bairen. If he was rolled up by this sleeve, he would inevitably become disabled and reincarnate.

"kill"

Zhang Bairen's long sword cuts iron like mud, and the Ghost King's sleeve was cut off when he met. The old ghost was so shocked that he immediately retreated and flew away.

Zhang Bairen was unreasonable and refused to forgive him. The sword intent enveloped the Ghost King: "I want to run? Can you run?"

Time and space seem to be distorted under the sword intent. The sword intent of Zhuxian has a great influence on mortals, but it has greater restraint on the spirit bodies of ghosts and gods. Humans are even more physically protected. When such spirit bodies encounter sword intent, they can only resist and slaughter.

"Hu" The Ghost King turned around and spit out a mouthful of black air. Zhang Bairen's long sword was like a dragon going out to sea, and the sword light cut off the black air in the sky. At this time, the Ghost King had already taken the opportunity to escape from the cover of Zhang Bairen's sword intent.

"Damn Immortal! Damn Immortal! How could there be a perverted thing like a sword fairy in the world?" The Ghost King cursed, and the flames in front of him were instantly helped by his sleeves and extinguished completely.

"Go to me, I will use it to slap his sword intent! Swallow his true energy! I don't believe that a five or six-year-old doll has such a high level of cultivation." The Ghost King roared, and countless ghosts rushed over again.

Zhang Bairen even saw the servants who had been killed by him before, and the elegant young man, who turned into ghost servants of the Ghost King at this time.

"Kill" Zhang Bairen is not afraid. When the sword passes, the ghosts are scattered. Taoist Baiyun on one side seems to have become a person watching the fun at this time.

There is no way, Taoism is like this. Once it is not powerful, it is really completely powerless.

"Golden Armored God General, Show" Taoist priest made a gesture in his hand, and the gourd divine light on his waist flashed, turning into ten mysterious lights. The divine light in his hand flashed, and he grabbed the ghost king towards the ghost king.

At this time, the Taoist priest sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recite scriptures. A volume of scriptures was recited out. Crafts of black flames were rolled up on the ground. Countless ghosts fell into the black flames and struggled, sank into the sea of ​​fire.

"Liangdu is actually a Taoist master with high moral character. He looks good in cultivation." The Ghost King smiled coldly, crossed dozens of feet in one step, and grabbed Taoist Baiyun.

Bai Yun ignored the ghost claws of the Ghost King, and seemed to have never seen them. He was still reciting the scriptures in his hand.

"Bang"

Before getting close, countless flames gathered in an instant, entangling the Ghost King.

"Swish"

The Ghost King jumped away the flames, staring at the Taoist priest angrily, unable to speak.

At this time, Zhang Bairen lost the entanglement of the little ghost, and a sword light leaped towards the Ghost King.

It's strange that the countless black flames had no effect on Zhang Bairen. The sword light turned into a silk screen and lingered towards the Ghost King.

"I'm unlucky when I meet you, a bastard!" Looking at Zhang Bairen who was rushing towards him, the Ghost King cursed in disgrace and was about to escape.

"Brother Heishan, why bother to leave in a hurry? What about this guy? "After a horse's hooves, I saw a group of men wearing Turkic clothes riding over.

"Turkish master?" Zhang Bairen was shocked.

"It turns out it's Tuoba. Didn't you, the old man who died a few decades ago? I didn't expect to be reincarnated as a Turk. Why did you suddenly appear in the pass? Could it be that you have a grudge against this kid?" Seeing the visitor, the Ghost King was overjoyed.

"It's not just a grudge, but Khan gave the death order. He won't kill this boy." A group of people stopped the horses and rolled up smoke and dust. The man who took the lead was the Tuoba sacrifice.

"Swish"

Zhang Bairen instantly restrained his sword light and retreated, holding a long sword in his arms and staring at everyone in the field.

"I said, "My little man, what did you do that the heavens are angry and people are resentful. The Turks did not hesitate to chase you thousands of miles away, and they insisted on killing you." Bai Yun smiled bitterly.

"This matter has nothing to do with you." Zhang Bairen stroked the scabbard and looked at the Turks: "I actually entered the pass, I really have the courage."

"Khan has an order, you must die. Even if you escape to the ends of the world, we will kill you." The priest said slowly.

"Tuoba, be careful. This kid's swordsmanship is so difficult to deal with. It's really hateful to defeat me." Heishan said angrily.

"I'm curious, it's hard for you to be born in Heishan to practice. What should you do when you run to the Central Plains?" Tuoba looked at Heishan, and the two sides talked freely, as if they didn't take Zhang Bairen in sight.

"Mr., you have been killed by you this time. Can you handle more than a dozen Turkic masters?" Bai Yun whispered.

"Don't worry, as long as you are not a strong man who is not a destructive person, you will definitely not be able to kill me! Although this priest is strong, it has not been able to return the elixir. If you find an opportunity, you may not be able to kill it. It's just that the dozen Turkic warriors behind him are more difficult to deal with." Zhang Bairen stroked the scabbard: "Looking at his standing posture, there is a faint shadow of the Qimen, I'm afraid that the other party will form a formation, and I won't care about you at that time."

"It's okay for me. With Yu Bu here, you can escape at any time. The key is what to do with the little lady in the temple." Taoist Baiyun said in secretly: "This ghost king must kill him in the future. It's really hateful that he dares to collude with foreign tribes."

"A few years ago, Yinshan suffered a disaster. I was suppressed by the Heavenly Palace. Thanks to a noble man in the Heavenly Palace, I would have been secretly released. Otherwise, the soul that had been tempered by the Heavenly Palace was scattered at this time." The ghost king of Black Mountain said.

"It's not too late. This is the Central Plains after all. We are hiding our paths. We will inevitably be discovered by the gods. We need to kill this kid as soon as possible. Otherwise, the masters of the Great Sui Dynasty will come and we will be trapped in a siege." The Turkic priest spoke slowly and said a lot to the dozen warriors behind us. They saw more than a dozen warriors step forward and instantly formed a formation to kill Zhang Bairen.

"This is the battle formation of military strategists, but it only has the superficiality. The Turks have been studying it for many years. How could it be so easy to study the secret techniques of military strategists?" Bai Yun retreated in an instant.

"Swoosh"
Chapter completed!