After Hu Wutian's hundreds of years of toxin essence was destroyed by Nan Hairen, he felt aggrieved and his face was dull.
In anger, he suddenly had evil thoughts, activated his power, opened his mouth, and spit out a jet of black energy, which shot towards Nan Hairen like a bolt.
The area around the ring was filled with a stench filled with black gas, which made those who heard it feel nauseated. Those with lower cultivation levels hurriedly covered their noses and held their breaths, using their kung fu to resist. Those who had not practiced kung fu techniques actually had several people "gudong" after smelling the smell.
"He fell down with a sound.
The poisonous gas in Nan Hairen's legs had just subsided and the numbness had not disappeared, so it was difficult to use body techniques to avoid it. When he saw the black gas coming, the sword spirit of the Demon-Destroying Demon-Slaying Immortal Sword danced a ball of light mist, forming a protective light shield around his body.
The black energy hit the protective cover like a pear blossom in a rainstorm, making a "chichi" sound, and puffs of white poisonous mist arose and dispersed in all directions.
The old man sitting in the corner of the ring saw the poisonous mist dissipating in all directions. He couldn't help but shudder. He raised his hand and took out a bottle-shaped object and offered it as a sacrifice. He used both hands to attack the poisonous mist.
At first glance, it seemed that he was just trying to prevent the poisonous mist from spreading and hurting people, but in fact, he used secret energy from the bottom of his palm to send out an undercurrent that silently hit Nan Hairen's back.
Nan Hairen was fully focused on dealing with Hu Wutian. He never expected that as an old man dressed in kingly attire, he would attack him secretly in front of everyone. By the time the warning sign in his heart arose, it was already too late.
But the more dangerous the situation became, the more prudent Nan Hairen became, thinking: "It seems that the Turin Ghost King has betrayed the ghost world. Even if he has not betrayed the ghost world, he must have a deep collusion with the demon sect. Now if he
If you don't use magical skills anymore, you will be injured by their overt and covert attacks.
With this thought, Nan Hairen no longer cared about his own safety, and only used the energy of chaos to protect his whole body. However, he chanted the mantra in his mouth, took out the Baoye Divine Cauldron from the bracelet, and then offered it as a sacrifice.
This Baoye Divine Cauldron can not only refine elixirs, magical medicines, and magical weapons, but can also store various treasures to defeat enemies. Nan Hairen bought this Baoye Divine Cauldron from the demon world at auction, and after refining it, it really did a lot of good for him.
Less effort.
After Nan Hairen sacrificed the Baoye Divine Cauldron, he used the spirit of the Sword to Slay Demons and Slaughter Immortals, and actually turned from defense to offense, splitting the black light sprayed from Hu Wutian, and shot it directly into Hu Wutian's throat.
Hu Wutian was slightly startled, and swung the blood-eating demon halberd out, stepped back and turned around to seal the sword spirit. The black light in his mouth was like the water of a long river, shooting towards Nan Hairen.
Nan Hairen swung out his left palm, creating a violent wave and sending the black light flying out.
With a crisp sound of "bang", the ghost energy of the Turin Ghost King secretly attacked Nan Hairen and the strong wind hit Nan Hairen's body protective shield. Nan Hairen used his skill to remove most of the force, but he was still shocked and his vision went black.
He staggered forward for a few steps, and the sword power from the sword spirit couldn't help but become scattered, and the light suddenly dimmed.
The Baoye Divine Cauldron in mid-air was emitting a powerful silver light. While Nan Hairen staggered forward a few steps, he silently recited a spell and softly shouted, "Stop!"
Hu Wutian was overjoyed when he saw Nan Hairen's body staggering. He was about to take advantage of the fire when he suddenly felt his body being pulled upwards by a strong force for no reason. Before he understood what was going on, a ball exploded in the air.
Silver light, his body actually flew towards the silver light.
Hu Wutian looked carefully at the silver light and found that it was a giant cauldron hanging upside down in the air, with its huge mouth open and heading towards him...
Hu Wutian felt his eyes darken and was sucked into the Baoye Divine Cauldron.
When the Turin Ghost King saw Hu Wutian being taken away by the giant cauldron in the sky, he cried out: "Baoye Divine Cauldron!" As soon as he finished speaking, he flew up and struck it with his palms.
Hearing Nan Hairen's low scolding, he pushed the energy of chaos to its peak. The Baoye Divine Cauldron was driven by its owner and the silver light exploded. The intense silver light made everyone blink.
Seeing that the palm wind of the Turin Ghost King was about to hit the Baoye Divine Cauldron, the sword spirit in Nan Hairen's hand emitted a green light and hit the palms of the Turin Ghost King.
The sharp palm wind of the Turin Ghost King hit the green light, making a "pop" sound and disappearing without a trace.
Nan Hairen was also struck by the palm of the Turin Ghost King. His body swayed involuntarily. He raised his hand to strike at the Baoye Divine Cauldron in the air and shouted in a low voice: "Return!"
The Baoye Divine Cauldron flashed brightly, then quickly shrunk to the size of a fist and flew back into its master's cuff.
Upon seeing this, the Ghost King of Turin stopped his attack and said to Nanhai Ren: "My dear friend, I have set up a competition here to select someone who will inherit my cultivation. I just tried a sneak attack and found that you have good skills and quick reactions.
You fully meet the conditions, would you like to become my disciple?"
After everyone in the audience heard the words of the Turin Ghost King, they couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. They were envious that Nan Hairen would get such a good opportunity to "climb a high branch".
Nankai Ren was surprised when he saw the Turin Ghost King stopped and said such words to himself.
After a pause, Nan Hairen said: "Thank you for your kindness, senior. I already have a disciple. Without the consent of the elders of the sect, I don't dare to be my disciple. I understand the kindness of my senior."
"Oh, that's it!" After hearing Nan Hairen's reply, the Turin Ghost King was quite surprised.
As soon as Nanhai Renpi's words came out, not only Turin Ghost King was surprised, but also everyone in the arena who was watching the excitement was surprised. All kinds of discussions suddenly started.
"It's a pity. If it were me, even if my master didn't agree, I would still worship the Ghost King. From then on, I would not only learn the supreme ghost skills, but also become the Ghost King in the future. Why not?"
"How silly!"
"Is there something wrong with your head?"
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After hearing everyone's discussion, Nan Hairen just smiled, clasped his fists and bowed his head to all sides, saying: "I am a poor man who abides by my master's orders and has let you all down."
Then he turned back to the Ghost King of Turin and said: "I feel very sorry for disturbing the Ghost King's selection of successors. I also ask the Ghost King to forgive me. I am still busy with worldly affairs, so I'll take my leave!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his body swayed and flew away into the distance.
As soon as Nan Hairen flew away, he felt a spiritual consciousness following behind him. He quickly used the concealment method he learned in the Shura world and hid. After a while, the Turin Ghost King and a man in black
A human figure appeared in his sight.
"It's strange, my 'Ghost Energy Tracking Technique' has always been flawless, how come I managed to lose this little Taoist priest?" The Ghost King of Turin seemed to be talking to himself or to the man.
"Turin, this man's skills are unfathomable. Please note that he has not kept his hands on the skills he performed today. The most obvious thing is that this person actually has such a powerful magic weapon. There are only a handful of people in the ghost world who have such a powerful magic weapon.
You can think carefully about who he is?" The man in black said coldly to the Turin Ghost King.
After listening to the words of the man in black, the Turin Ghost King said: "Soul-collecting God, what you said is true. It seems that this boy is not from our ghost world. Could it be that he comes from the three realms of immortals, demons and Shura?"
"Why can't it be someone from the demon world?" the soul-collecting envoy asked.
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