When he heard Zhang Yifeng using such a calm tone to ask him to retreat, the Ghost King of Yinshan showed an angry look in his eyes.
He was the famous ghost king of Yinshan Mountain in Tianzhou, and countless righteous monks died under his hands.
I didn't expect that I would be looked down upon so much by a little-known boy today. I guess it's been a long time since I've done anything serious, and these guys have forgotten their own methods.
With a cold snort, the body of the Yinshan Ghost King suddenly swelled up, becoming even bigger than before.
The black energy in his hand condensed into a nine-tooth rake, and the Yinshan Ghost King brandished the rake and rushed towards Zhang Yifeng without saying a word.
Zhang Yifeng's eyes were not on him, but on the group of evil monks behind him. Zhang Yifeng's body trembled slightly. He never expected that by such a coincidence, they could meet again in this situation.
Shaking his head and looking at the Ghost King of Yinshan who was attacking him, Zhang Yifeng struck out a flash of purple thunder from his hand.
Even though Zhang Yifeng could only imitate 80% of the power, with the blessing of huge spiritual energy, Zhang Yifeng's purple thunder was far more powerful than Tianleizi's own purple thunder.
Looking at the purple thunder that was full of destructive aura, the Yinshan Ghost King's eyes showed horror, and he quickly raised the rake in his hand to try to block Zhang Yifeng's purple thunder.
However, the moment the nail rake came into contact with the purple thunder, it was destroyed by the purple thunder and dispersed into black energy that filled the sky.
In desperation, the Yinshan Ghost King could only push Zi Lei with his physical body, and forcefully received Zhang Yifeng's blow.
"Yes, he still has some strength."
Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows, looking at the Yinshan Ghost King who could take his own blow without dying, and gave a positive evaluation.
"Boy, don't be arrogant!"
The anger in the eyes of the Yinshan Ghost King became more and more intense. From the day he became famous, he had never suffered such humiliation.
With a roar, the ghost energy around the Yinshan Ghost King surged wildly, and crazy ghost shadows emerged from his body, biting towards Zhang Yifeng.
Zhang Yifeng looked fearless when he saw this, and stretched lazily.
"It's so boring."
After a brief sound, Zhang Yifeng's whole body flashed with purple thunder, and purple thunder continued to emit from his hands, easily defeating the ghost figure emerging from the body of the Yinshan Ghost King.
"No, it's impossible. How could my ghost army be defeated?"
In the unbelievable gaze of the Yinshan Ghost King, Zhang Yifeng's purple thunder penetrated his heart and completely left him in front of the door of the Purple Lai Sect.
The group of evil cultivators behind the Yinshan Ghost King saw their boss being killed, and they all fled as fast as hozenes scattered after a tree fell.
But of course Zhang Yifeng couldn't let them escape, otherwise it would be bad to make people suspicious.
The purple thunder struck out from his hand and turned into a thunder net that enveloped all the evil cultivators. Zhang Yifeng was about to step forward and pull his old friend out of it.
"Okay, Fellow Taoist Tianleizi is indeed very skilled."
Suddenly, a shout of approval came from behind, followed by bursts of crackling applause.
Zhang Yifeng turned his head in confusion and saw Elder Yi Qingping from Shenxiao Sect and many monks who came to attend the ceremony arriving behind him at some unknown time.
The applause came from the hands of these people.
Seeing them arriving, Zhang Yifeng also put away his nostalgia and turned to look at everyone with a smile.
"So everyone is here. It's my fault that I didn't notice it earlier, otherwise I wouldn't have acted so arrogantly."
Seeing Zhang Yifeng's humble look, Yi Qingping was speechless, but still had a smile on his face.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Tianleizi is joking. Even if I were to handle this Yinshan Ghost King, I might not be able to handle it as easily as Fellow Daoist."
Yi Qingping said with a smile, but in fact he was calculating in his mind what chance he had of surviving against the Ghost King of Yinshan Mountain.
The evil name of the Yinshan Ghost King is famous throughout Tianzhou, and many large sects have suffered at his murderous hands.
But he didn't expect that he would die in the hands of Tian Leizi today. It seemed that he had to win this guy over to the Shenxiao Sect's camp.
Otherwise, if such a strong general falls into the hands of the Divine Thunder Sect, it will probably be detrimental to the Shenxiao Sect.
"It's just a small matter. You should go back and take your seats. After I finish dealing with this group of evil monks, I will go to participate in the ceremony together."
Hearing this, Yi Qingping looked at all the evil cultivators and nodded. They were all a bunch of kittens and little fish. There was no need to continue wasting time here.
If you continue to stay, you may arouse the dissatisfaction of Tian Leizi, so it is better to go back earlier.
After thinking about it, Yi Qingping bowed his hands to Zhang Yifeng and turned back to the square.
Qingping took the lead, and the other people who came to watch the excitement bowed their hands to Zhang Yifeng with excitement, returned to the square, and started bragging with their tablemates.
After everyone left, Zhang Yifeng walked into the thunder net set up. Looking at the evil cultivators looking at him with horrified expressions, Zhang Yifeng just snapped his fingers.
He saw countless tiny purple thunders constantly moving through the thunder net, hitting the back of the neck of every evil cultivator in the thunder net.
The moment they were hit by the tiny purple thunder, these evil cultivators fainted and fell to the ground, losing consciousness.
Zhang Yifeng didn't want to kill these people now. If he killed them, Zhang Yifeng would have to carry them one by one. It would be better to wait until then.
Withdrawing the last purple thunder, Zhang Yifeng walked to the only man in black robe among the group of evil cultivators who was not stunned.
Looking at the other party's slightly trembling body, Zhang Yifeng smiled slightly. Even if he was disguised enough, Zhang Yifeng would never forget the aura of his acquaintance.
Just when Zhang Yifeng was about to place his hand on the black-robed man's head, a six-pointed star suddenly shone in front of the black-robed man.
A skeleton with a seven-color crystal on its forehead appeared in front of Zhang Yifeng, intending to block Zhang Yifeng's movements.
Feeling the aura on the skeleton that was comparable to the Nirvana Stage, Zhang Yifeng just smiled slightly, and a thunder net easily controlled the seven-color skeleton.
"We haven't seen each other for so long. Is this your gift to me?"
"you……"
The familiar voice calmed down the trembling body of the man in black robe. He raised his head and Ye Zhimei looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, his whole body wrapped in purple thunder.
Looking at the confusion on Ye Zhimei's face, Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, removing the disguise from his face.
Looking at the familiar face in front of him and feeling the aura coming from Zhang Yifeng, Ye Zhimei's eyes immediately shed tears of excitement.
Without any extra words, Ye Zhimei pounced on Zhang Yifeng.
Zhang Yifeng quickly untied Zi Lei from his body and hugged Ye Zhimei firmly as she rushed toward him.
Feeling the squeezing feeling from his chest, Zhang Yifeng's face turned a little red. He hadn't seen it for so long, but it seemed to be getting bigger.