Yuanxuzi's nature was strong, and when he was suddenly interrupted, he became furious.
With an angry palm strike, the disciple flew backwards, embedded in the wall, and vomited a mouthful of blood.
Fortunately, he was a second-level qi-refiner and had practiced body-refining. His body was strong, so he was not beaten into a pulp by this palm.
He struggled out of the wall, fell to his knees on the ground, and said tremblingly: "Master, someone, no, a ghost broke into the mountain gate."
Yuan Xuzi was stunned.
ghost?
Could it be that the two ghosts were the reinforcements who came back to move them?
“Just in time!”
Yuan Xuzi snorted coldly, flew out of the pool, grabbed clothes from the air, put them on, and felt the immortal energy swell all over his body, steaming the water dry.
A powerful voice came out of his mouth and resounded throughout Qingxu Mountain.
"All the disciples listened to the order and went out with the master to destroy those ghosts!"
The voice fell.
From all over the Qingxu Palace, more than three hundred figures rose into the sky and gathered towards the main hall.
Below, there were dense crowds of people, pouring out from various palaces and houses, like locusts crossing the border, rushing down the mountain.
Yuan Xuzi led many second and third generation disciples to the mountain gate.
Behind him are tens of thousands of outer sect disciples led by first-order returning warriors.
The sound is vast and terrifying.
Yuan Xuzi returned to the fourth level of his ancestors and became one of the thirty-six immortals for more than sixty years.
He established Qingxu Palace, recruited many disciples, and accumulated a huge fortune.
Except for the eight war gods of the country and the immortals from the Ge Laohui, Yuan Xuzi really has no one to fear in the entire Kyushu.
Yuanxuzi stood with his hands behind his back, giving him a feeling of grandeur and grandeur as the nine states were so vast.
"I want to see what kind of ghost is so blind and wants to die again!"
Yuan Xuzi looked intently and saw a man and a horse in front of him, plus a black spear stuck on the ground next to him.
He was wearing ancient armor, with a war horse underneath him, snoring and pawing the ground uneasily with his hooves.
Under the cold moonlight, neither the man nor the horse left a shadow, only wisps of black yin energy exuding from his body.
Yuan Xuzi gradually raised his eyebrows and said in a rising tone:
"That's it?"
Tens of thousands of disciples behind him burst into laughter.
Yang Zhi stepped forward, bowed and said, "Master, disciple, go and catch this guy who is pretending to be a ghost."
Yuan Xuzi waved his hand, "Go ahead and torture him."
After saying that, he turned around and flew towards the mountain full of disappointment.
He has observed that this ghost is the third level of strength. His eldest disciple is already the third level and ninth level. He has been on the front line and has rich combat experience. It is easy to deal with it.
To put it ten thousand steps back, even if Yang Zhizhen is defeated, there are fifty third-level disciples present, and this ghost can't turn the world upside down.
Yang Zhi grinned and walked forward.
He shouted: "Here comes the sword!"
A ray of sword light flew out from Qingxu Palace behind itself, and instantly came to the sky above this place, dividing into thousands of sword shadows, with the sword tip facing downwards, suspended in mid-air.
The sword is like a forest, reflecting the cold moonlight.
"Big brother is mighty!"
Tens of thousands of Qingxu Palace disciples behind him roared in unison.
Among all kinds of magical weapons, the sword is the most elegant and elegant.
Yang Zhi's attainments in swordsmanship have ranked among the top fifty in Kyushu.
Once you cross that threshold, you will be the land swordsman that everyone envies.
Yang Zhi put his hands behind his back and said disdainfully to the ghost general:
"My Qijue Sword is a top-grade magic weapon. It contains seven levels of sword intent. Each level of sword intent can hurt a person's soul. Even if you are a ghost, being attacked by my Qijue Sword..."
The ghost general suddenly pulled out his spear from the ground and threw it out like lightning.
The spear passed through Yang Zhi's chest, came out from the back of his heart, and was nailed to the ground diagonally.
"...If you are injured by my Qi Jue Sword, your soul will be shattered. Now dismount and throw yourself. Throw..."
Yang Zhi finally realized something, lowered his head, and looked at the black spear that penetrated his chest in confusion.
There was a buzz in my mind.
Immediately afterwards, a biting chill hit his whole body.
His dull brain was instantly occupied by fear, and he reached out in panic to grab the spear that penetrated his body.
However, his hand came up empty.
The black gun barrel, which is as thick as an arm, has no real substance.
What made him even more desperate was that he was pinned to the ground by this disembodied spear, unable to move.
His body was getting colder and colder, and his vitality seemed to be being drawn crazily by this strange spear.
Yang Zhi wanted to call for help, but found that no sound could come out of his mouth.
In just a few breaths, Yang Zhi's hands went limp and hung down weakly. He raised his head and looked at the night sky, with his dilated pupils reflecting a crescent moon.
Thousands of sword shadows dissipated in the moonlight.
The top-grade magical weapon Qijue Sword fell to the ground with a clang.
Like a piece of scrap metal.
The scene was completely silent.
Yuan Xuzi, who was flying towards Qingxu Palace, suddenly stopped, turned around in confusion, and looked at the eldest disciple who was crucified on the ground.
A flash of horror flashed through my heart.
The third level and ninth level, coupled with a high-level magic weapon, was actually defeated in seconds?
Is that ghost a fourth-level creature?
No, absolutely impossible!
That idiot Yang Zhi must have been careless!
Yuan Xuzi swooped down and struck out with a palm from hundreds of meters away.
The immortal energy condensed into a palm print dozens of meters wide, and crashed into the ghost general.
Bang.
The huge palm print exploded.
The ghost general and his horse also exploded.
Yuan Xuzi quietly exhaled a breath.
However, the next moment, the exploding strands of black yin energy slowly condensed again.
A ghost general appeared in everyone's sight again.
It's just that this time, the ghost general's aura is not as good as before. It seems that it should only be at the second level.
Yuan Xuzi snorted coldly, "I want to see how many times you can reinvent yourself!"
However, his hand just reached out.
A cold feeling suddenly flashed in my heart, and the hairs on my arms stood up.
Yuan Xuzi was frightened and hurriedly stopped his hand, looking ahead warily.
The black mist was like a sea tide, rolling in overwhelmingly from the plain ahead.
The entire world was shrouded in this black mist.
The temperature of the entire Qingxu Mountain dropped by more than ten degrees.
The tens of thousands of disciples in Qingxu Palace had goosebumps all over their bodies and were shivering as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
Everyone looked ahead in shock.
Thick black fog rolled in, and a huge presence descended quietly.
Yuan Xuzi's pupils shrank suddenly.
From within the black mist.
A thousand-meter-high shadow slowly appeared.
This sudden and huge arrival made the scalps of tens of thousands of Qingxu Palace disciples go numb.
The wind is blowing.
Blow away the black mist that shrouded the giant thing.
Eighteen hundred-meter-tall ferocious evil spirits suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.
Hundreds of timid disciples fainted on the spot.
The rest of the people, even those second-level Qi Refiners and third-level Immortal Cultivators, were all horrified.
Every giant evil ghost exudes a third-level terrifying aura.
Bang, bang, bang.
Two giant evil ghosts stepped on the ground, making a thunderous sound.
The giant evil ghost came to the gate of the city and struggled against the huge bronze gate.
Click click click.
The huge bronze door hundreds of meters high was pushed open, and the wind blew away the black mist, revealing the huge plaque on the bronze door.
The three bloody characters "Gate of Hell" appeared in front of everyone.
