Tianjiu was chuckling, still immersed in the soaring pleasure. The light screen hanging in front of him suddenly shook slightly. After a few breaths, a black vortex suddenly appeared, and then, a beeping sound
With a sound, a red figure as pale as smoke staggered out.
"Who are you?!"
Almost at the same time, Tianjiu and the red humanoid shouted with grins.
"Senior, it's over! It's over! He is the Demon Envoy, and now we are doomed!" Black Wind shouted in fear in the Qiankun Ring.
"Master Demon Envoy?!" Tianjiu narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Hey, do you know me? Is it your boy who picked the Blood Soul Grass?!" The red figure stood still, as if he suddenly understood something, and a cruel look appeared on his face. However, the almost transparent figure was shaking constantly, and there was something happening anytime and anywhere.
Signs of collapse.
"You are just a wisp of Demon Lord's soul, right? So weak, yet so arrogant! Aren't you afraid that I will crush you to death?" Tianjiu rolled his eyes, and an orange frog beast with a depressed expression appeared in his big hand.
"Humph! Weak? Even if I am the Great Demon King, I can eat even a ray of soul like you, a damn ant!" The red humanoid had a ferocious face, bared its teeth, and revealed a big blood-red mouth.
"Uh? Wait! Sir, I'm curious. Aren't you a great demon general? Why did you suddenly become so weak? You won't encounter any accidents outside, right?"
"Hmph! It's all you, dead ants! You picked my Blood Soul Grass, preventing my soul and body from reuniting in this world. If you slow down for a moment, the Tianlinggen monk outside will become the target of my sword.
Ghost. I hate it! I hate that you, an ant, have ruined my whole plan. You should die!"
"Alas! Four-eyed frog, you see that the boss is looked down upon by everyone everywhere. You should cheer up and eat this red guy. After eating, go back to sleep. I will never stop you again! The boss swears.
!!”
"Quack~!" A muffled cry came, and a ray of orange light shot towards the red humanoid figure that was about to pounce.
"Ah~~!" Before the bloody humanoid had time to react, dozens of thick orange liquids passed through his body. Red smoke and screams filled the entire stone chamber, which lasted for ten breaths before gradually stopping.
Tianjiu gritted his teeth and plugged his ears with his hands: "Tch! I can't pinch you to death! Isn't that awesome? The mourning is worse than a ghost?!"
After saying that, he looked at the red smoke filling the room, shivered, then looked at the ground, took out a storage bag, and with a movement of consciousness, a layer of orange stone foam rolled up and flew into the storage bag.
After doing this three times, he threw the bulging storage bag into the Qiankun Ring, and then shot it towards the light curtain on the wall.
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Without even feeling dizzy, he stood in the passage where the evil spirits were imprisoned. Inside the cell, hundreds of thousands of low-price evil spirits were still trembling and at a loss. Seeing Tianjiu's arrival, he once again
They started to stir and flocked to the inner layer.
"Heifeng, come out!" Tianjiu chuckled, and with a thought, Heifeng floated out of the Qiankun Ring.
"Ah? Senior! We escaped? Where is the Demon Lord?" the marble-sized skull ghost screamed.
"I pinched him to death!"
"Ah... pinched... pinched to death?!" Heifeng took a breath and came back to his senses. "Senior, you are so powerful! I, Heifeng, will serve you as my master from now on, and I will repay you to the death for saving my life!"
"Uh? Aren't you a ghost? Where did you get your life? Besides, you are so weak, what do I want you to do? Oh!" Tianjiu said unkindly.
"Senior, don't think I'm just a little ghost now, but with the hundreds of thousands of evil ghosts inside, in less than ten years, I will become a mid-level ghost general, and even a big ghost general is unknown. You
Do you still think I am useless?" Heifeng said confidently.
"Oh? Are you serious about this?" Tianjiu secretly rejoiced.
"It's absolutely true that the evil ghosts here are the brothers and sisters separated by our three big ghosts. They are not mutually exclusive with my body at all. Since I can separate them, I can gather them back. I just need to stay here for a long time.
It's just a ghost-gathering spell. As long as senior lets me go and hands over all the ghosts here, Heifeng will swear allegiance to senior!"
After Heifeng finished speaking, he saw that Tianjiu was still hesitating, so he waved his hand, and a black jade card appeared in his hand. He muttered urgently, and after a few breaths, a black light shot into the jade card, and the entire jade card instantly became
Black air lingers.
"Senior, this is my soul contract card, and there is a trace of my ghost in it. Once I am unfaithful to you, you only need to crush the soul contract card, and Heifeng will be completely shattered and disappear completely between heaven and earth. What do you think?
?" Heifeng knelt down on the ground and raised the black jade plaque high.
Tianjiu's face changed several times, and finally he smiled, took the jade token, and threw it into the Qiankun Ring: "Okay, I believe you for the time being, but remember, if you find out that you are cheating on me, you will die ugly.
, you know that my four-eyed frog loves to eat ghosts like you, no matter how big or small!"
"Thank you, senior... no, it's the master's kindness in reincarnating me!" Heifeng was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly.
"Okay, I'll leave this place to you. Take good care of the stone chamber. Don't go in again. You're not allowed to step out of Yinfeng Valley, otherwise you'll be killed without mercy! I'm leaving!" Tianjiu waved his hand,
The direction in which the lasing is coming.
"Master, go slowly!" Heifeng shouted excitedly from behind Tianjiu.
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In the northeast corner of Yinfeng Valley, several monks were sitting on the ground, all of them had their eyes closed, their mouths were trembling, and their faces were all filled with a layer of deathly aura. The old man with a ravaged face was shivering all over, looking like he was on the verge of collapse.
A beautiful woman was clenching her teeth, with drops of black liquid leaking from her mouth and nose from time to time. Not far from them, three disciples wearing Huachen inner sect clothes were lying on the ground. Their robes were in tatters, and their faces were all black.
Like ink, there was no vitality at all, as if they had fallen. But a hundred feet away in front of them, three monks surrounded the two sinister ghosts with their horns.
These two ghosts, one is pink all over and the other is green, both have four terrifying skulls on their necks. The skulls make chattering sounds from time to time. There is a red ribbon floating in the hands of the pink ghost.
, dust is dancing in the sky, and purple-red juice is spurting out from the left abdomen of its body; the green ghost holds a ghost-headed sword in its left hand, its right hand and right leg are missing, only half of its body is standing upright, and a pool of green liquid is scattered on the ground.
As it flows, wherever it passes, the vegetation becomes ashes.
"Lan'er, how are you doing?" Sikong Xing turned around and couldn't help but glance at Sikong Lan, who was sitting cross-legged behind him.
"Dad, Lan'er can still hold on. You can fight but don't let these two evil ghosts escape!"
"Gah ga ga! Can you hold on? Xiao Nizi, you underestimate my Xiang Feng. What you have won is my Ling Xiang Powder. In another hour, your Dantian will collapse and your meridians will explode and die. As for the other few
, among them was my brother’s Green Wind Sand, which was almost hopeless. Within two hours, each of them turned into a puddle of green water, with no soul left! Quack, quack, quack!” the pink ghost chattered.
"Hong Miao, what's going on? Why do ghost generals appear here, two at a time?" Sikong Xing raised his eyebrows.
"Sir, I don't know either. After I came in, I went all the way without any hindrance and killed a hundred three-headed evil ghosts. I met Sikong Lan and Hanfeng on the way, so we walked together. When I advanced, I found four Huachen disciples.
While they were fighting, we thought they were arguing over the spirit grass. Lan'er and Hanfeng stepped forward to stop it, but unexpectedly, the four disciples suddenly attacked and Lan'er and Hanfeng were injured..."
"Where are these four people?"
"Three were killed by me, and one escaped!"
"Kill?" Sikong Xing looked behind him. The three Huachen disciples' dantian areas had blood holes as big as a palm open.
"Sir, although these three people were killed by me, they were controlled by evil spirits before and were poisoned. They will die sooner or later!" Hong Miao explained hurriedly.
To the north, Le Tucheng, who had been silent all this time, nodded slightly: "Yes, sir, when I came, Hall Master Hong was fighting these two ghost generals. Hall Master Hong was injured in many places and his spiritual power was almost exhausted. If he continues
If you arrive even a moment late, I'm afraid you will also perish."
"Where is your Uncle Wei? Who has seen him?"
"Uncle Wei?" Hong Miao and Le Tucheng shook their heads together.
Sikong Xing's face was gloomy, and he pointed at the two ghosts: "Tell me! Have you ever seen a young golden elixir monk?"
"Hmph! You asked me to say it and I had to say it? Are you familiar with me? Golden elixir monk, who are you trying to scare?!"
Youfeng said coldly, but his body was too injured and the green blood was almost running out. He was also very depressed. Originally, he plotted against four foundation-building monks and then brought them to Xiangfeng, hoping to use these few
Attracting other high-level figures, everything went extremely smoothly, and the victory was already guaranteed. Unexpectedly, so many powerful figures came one after another, and finally a genuine old monster of golden elixir came. Three or five of them couldn't breathe, and both brothers and sisters suffered.
Severely injured.
Sikong Xing was filled with anger and showed a murderous look: "Okay! Since you don't know what is good and what is good, I will let you be wiped out!"
After saying that, he slowly pulled out a dark golden mace, golden light burst out, and after a few breaths, it flew out and turned into a tower-shaped golden mace that stood tall on the sky and the ground.
"Wait! Sir, you don't want to save these poisoned disciples? Even if you don't want to save them, won't you save that girl? Without my antidote, she will die ugly!" Xiangfeng saw Jin Mace.
The moment it emerged, her body trembled violently. Her intuition told her that this golden mace had the effect of restraining ghosts and contained some kind of Buddhist magic, so she hurriedly spoke.
"Hey~!" Sikong Xing took a breath, and his face changed again. After a while, he suddenly grinned and said: "Hand over the antidote, and I will let you go!"
"Giggle!" Xiangfeng laughed loudly, "Okay, okay! Sir, you are so decisive. Take a step back and the world is brighter. There is no need for everyone to fight to the death!" After saying that, he took out a sachet.
"To show my sincerity, I will give you their antidote first, and you will let my brother out first. Then I will give you that girl's antidote, and you will let me go. What do you think?"
"Deal!" Sikong Xing gritted his teeth.
"Sister...?!" the green ghost said urgently.
"Stop talking, your injury can't be delayed any longer, go back to the underground to heal!" Xiangfeng shouted seriously, then he threw the sachet and accurately shot it to the monks who were meditating.
After seeing Sikong Xing's slight nod, several injured Hua Chen disciples quickly opened the sachet, poured out several green pills, took one each, and eagerly stuffed it into their mouths.
After seven or eight breaths, the complexions of these disciples gradually improved, the black air disappeared layer by layer, and there was no more black liquid flowing out of their mouths and noses.
"Second brother, let's go!" Xiangfeng took out a sachet again, held it firmly in his hand, and shouted.
Sikong Xing sighed secretly, put away his golden mace, and stood with his eyes closed.
The green ghost paused, gritted its teeth, and flew to the west.
"Bang~!" There was an explosion, and before the green ghost could fly a thousand feet, its body was torn apart and turned into little green lights floating in the cold wind.
With a cold snort, a stern figure stepped out and stood a hundred feet away, looking extremely intimidating.
"Junior Brother Wei!" Sikong Xing suddenly opened his eyes, filled with surprise.
"Elder Sikong, if you cut the grass without eradicating the root, the disaster will be endless! If you don't do it, I will kill it for you!" Wei Qiyin said coldly.
"Ah~! I will fight with you! You villains who don't keep your word!" Xiangfeng roared with a grin. With a shake of his hand, the sachet turned into a wisp of fly ash. Then, with a movement of his body, the red ribbon burst into flames.
Shoot at Wei Qiyin.
"Hmph! You don't overestimate your capabilities!"
Wei Qiyin's eyes flashed red, and with a slight stroke of his hand, a sky-high blue light shone, lighting up half of the space.
With a sound of "Hiss~!", like a piece of lint being torn apart, pieces of the pink figure suddenly flew away, and the blue light only paused for a moment before flooding the entire pink space.
After more than ten breaths, the blue light and pink mist disappeared together, and there was nothing in that airspace except the exposed rocks on the ground - the Xiangfeng Ghost would fall and become invisible.
"When the Huachen sword comes out, the demons are gone without a trace!" Wei Qiyin said to himself.
Sikong Xing's face instantly turned pale, and he muttered: "Junior Brother Wei, Lan'er hasn't got the antidote yet..."
"Oh? Antidote? That's your business and has nothing to do with me. Elder Sikong, please don't call me junior brother again." Wei Qiyin slowly took back the Huachen Sword, and then replied coldly.
"You...? The final stage of the Golden Core?!" Sikong Xing was shocked and stared at Wei Qiyin a hundred feet away.
The other Huachen disciples were also surprised to see the familiar yet unfamiliar uncle in front of them. Hong Miao stared with eyes like a dead fish, and his mouth was trembling. Not to mention that the extremely sharp Huachen sword belonged to the opponent.
He couldn't see through the cultivation level at all, which meant that the current cultivation level of Hua Chen's number one core disciple was at least three levels higher than him.