The True King of Ghosts is angry, black clouds are surging, like a ball of ink rolling, and there are dark winds. It seems that there are evil ghosts dormant inside, making people feel cold all over. "The sound of nature is small" said
As soon as the words "You are seeking death" came out, an evil atmosphere brewed in the black cloud, and the Ghost King was about to attack Bai Yang.
As a powerful person in the realm of the True Lord of Shinto, he occupies a pivotal position in the Blood Lotus Religion. He directly obeys the orders of the leader and decides the life and death of countless people with one word. Who dares to talk to him like this? He even threatened to kill him. If Bai Yang was not destroyed, would he still have the face to appear in front of others in the future
On the city wall, Bai Yang squinted at the black cloud and said coldly: "Let me die? Just you?"
"die!"
The cold voice of True Lord Ghost King came from the black cloud, without any emotion, as if Bai Yang was already dead.
Without any unnecessary nonsense, he took action directly. In his eyes, Bai Yang was just an ant that could be destroyed with a flip of his hand.
Can poplars fly? Walking on the wind? Real person? He is a real king, and a real person is simply not enough in front of him.
"Roar… "
A bone-chilling sinister roar sounded in the black clouds. The next moment, a sinister wind blew between heaven and earth, and an evil monster rushed out of the black clouds, only charging towards the poplars.
What came out of the black cloud was a person, but not a person.
His whole body was pitch-black, and he was not an entity at all. His pitch-black eyes were like black holes, beating with black light, surrounded by black energy, and he was holding a pitch-black long sword that was also not an entity.
Seeing the appearance of this evil thing, the thousands of people below were all chilled. It was so evil that one could feel like they were in an ice cellar at a glance.
There are only wrong names in the world, but there are no wrong nicknames. Although the Ghost King Zhenjun is a Shinto monk, he follows the evil heretic, kills people, takes their souls, and refines them into evil ghosts for him to drive. He has weird methods.
"An evil ghost comparable to the realm of a master?" In the distance, above the sky, he saw the evil figure. Yu Cansong, who was dressed in a golden robe, raised his eyebrows. Then, he looked at the poplars on the city wall, curious. What means does Bai Yang have to resolve this crisis
Judging from the cultivation level of Yu Cangsong's Grand Master, one can certainly see the cultivation level of Baiyang Yin Shen. Yin Shen and Zhenjun are two different realms apart. How to resolve this
"That was the leader of the Pine Forest Sect, who was cultivated at the level of a master, and was actually killed and refined into an evil ghost?"
Outside the city wall, on the top of the big tree, one of the first people to arrive, Master Jun, saw the evil ghost rushing towards Bai Yang and said to himself in a deep voice, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
He obviously knew the evil ghost when he was alive, but at this time, the other person had turned into an evil ghost, without a mind, and was enslaved by others.
Many people's eyes flickered at this time, and they had a hint of enlightenment in their hearts.
Yes, the world is in chaos now, and the demons of the Blood Lotus Sect are killing creatures everywhere to refine evil methods. How can it be as convenient as it is now in peacetime
The sword-wielding evil ghost flying out of the black cloud was very fast and erratic. In a flash, it appeared several meters away from Baiyang Bai, and would appear in front of him the next moment.
Facing the evil ghost coming from the sky, Bai Yang's heart tightened. It was a sense of crisis coming from the depths of his soul. The evil ghost holding a sword was enough to threaten his life!
"Master, be careful," Mao Mao exclaimed. Just like countless times before, he immediately appeared next to Bai Yang with a sword.
Bai Yang narrowed his eyes and faced the evil ghost coming from the sky. He smiled and said, "Old Dan, take care of him and give you a chance to show off."
Beside him, the blind Shan Qiulin Yun Danfengqing looked stunned for a moment, then chuckled.
He couldn't see it, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel it. The evil ghost was coming. He took a step forward and raised the wooden sword in his hand. It was a wooden sword made of rotten wood with insect eyes on it.
Who is that? blind? Disability? A martial arts disciple, holding a piece of broken wood, facing an evil spirit equivalent to a master? Are you kidding me
Seeing this scene, countless people below the city wall were stunned.
Roar!
The evil ghost flew over, let out an evil roar that was not a living thing, and swung the sword forward in his hand.
Wuwuwu..., there was a strong wind between heaven and earth, but only the sound of wind was heard, and there was no wind blowing around at all.
The evil ghost swung his long sword, and a three-meter-long evil jet-black sword light appeared and slashed at the poplar on the city wall.
The dark sword light did not give people a sharp feeling, nor did it stir up the wind and clouds like the sword light driven by the warrior's true energy. However, it made people feel cold all over!
The method of Shinto monks is not to target the physical body, but to kill the enemy from the source.
If this sword light strikes a person, the body may be fine, but the soul will definitely be torn apart by the sword. This is the magic of Shinto monks, or to be more precise, this is the magical method of evil spirits.
Evil ghosts are no longer living beings, but evil spirits, evil things.
Facing the sinister sword light, Shan Qiulin's expression remained unchanged and the wooden sword in his hand moved forward!
The wooden sword pointed out, there was no earth-shattering power, it was plain, just like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, very natural and peaceful.
However, when the sword was handed out, the invisible air at the tip of the wooden sword was like a stone dropped on the calm water, causing ripples in circles!
Buzz…
The ripples spread, and the Yinxie sword light paused, then collapsed and turned into Yinxie energy, dissipated, and was extinguished.
"Destroy!" Dan Qiulin spat out the word softly.
When he said this word, the wooden sword in his hand was handed forward again.
Buzz!
At the tip of the sword, the air was still twisting, ripples were surging forward, the void seemed to freeze, and the evil ghost coming from across the sky was stunned.
The next moment, the evil ghost's body was torn into pieces in the twisting void like a piece of paper, turning into black evil energy and disappearing without a trace!
Destroyed, the evil ghost was destroyed!
On the city wall, Shan Qiulin put away his sword and took a step back with a calm expression, as if nothing happened.
Jing, outside the city wall, fell into a strange silence at this moment.
An evil ghost, an evil ghost with a cultivation level equivalent to that of a master, was actually killed by that blind man with a wooden sword? And it’s just one sword!
How did you do it? What is that method
Many people's eyes flickered as they looked at the blind Shan Qiulin, realizing something. When they looked at him again, their eyes changed. They no longer regarded him as a scumbag martial artist.
In the void, a trace of surprise flashed across the face of Yu Cangsong, who was in the Grand Master realm. Martial arts will, that scumbag in the martial arts realm, has actually understood the martial arts will? The evil ghost was killed not so much by his sword, but by his sharp sword-like will. He used his own will to activate the sword technique and mobilize the power of heaven and earth for his own use. How could this be possible? He was just a martial arts disciple. Ah, martial arts will, doesn’t it take a great master to get to this point
"Interesting" Luo Guangyuan, who was stepping on the bloody tiger on the other side, said to himself.
A scumbag martial artist actually understood the will of martial arts. Although he is very weak, but only a martial artist has this understanding. Once he grows up, his achievements are limitless!
On the city wall, Bai Yang raised his eyebrows, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face. He didn't expect that Shan Qiulin had actually done it. He gave Shan Qiulin a strange look, and Bai Yang grinned and said, "Old Dan, you can pretend like this, but it's a pity that Ah, you can't see it. If you could see the shocked eyes in front of you, you would feel very happy."
Shan Qiulin was unmoved, as if he had done an insignificant thing, and calmly shook his head and said: "The sword technique I created has not been completely perfected yet. It can even be said that this move has not been perfected yet. Now I can use it." Come on, killing one evil ghost is already the limit."
Bai Yang turned Bai Yang over, pretending, keep pretending, don't think I don't know that you still have a useless ultimate move, didn't I see the whirlpool around you when facing the blood baby...
"It's interesting, it's really interesting. The little martial artist has actually understood the will of martial arts. Very good, really good. You make my heart move. I will kill you and refine your soul into an evil ghost so that you can continue to grow. Go down and be driven by me, maybe you can really surprise me one day in the future! The treasure bred by the dragon vein, no matter what it is, getting your soul is already worth it!"
A gloomy voice echoed throughout the audience.
The voice came from the black clouds. The True King of Ghosts was not only not angry at Dan Qiulin for killing one of his evil ghosts, but he was actually very happy.
Obviously, the Ghost King has taken a liking to Shan Qiulin and wants to refine his soul into a puppet.
Faced with such stark rhetoric, Shan Qiulin remained calm and unmoved by external things.
Bai Yang narrowed his eyes, looked at Hei Yun and said with a smile: "True King of Ghosts? Don't you dare to see someone who hides his head and tail? Use whatever tricks you have. I'm afraid you won't have a chance later, don't say anything I didn’t give you a chance to use it!”
Countless people below raised their eyebrows. Is this Bai Yang really mentally retarded? Is it enough to have angered a Shinto True Lord several times
"Hehehe, since you want to die, then I will help you!" Ghost King Zhenjun said with a cruel smile.
"Wait a minute," Bai Yang suddenly said when the Ghost King was about to take action again.
What else is this person trying to do? The people below looked strange, and even the Ghost King Zhenjun suppressed his anger subconsciously.
Bai Yang looked at the black cloud and said with a smile: "I'll settle the score with you later. Now I'll deal with other things."
"Haha, you are going to die anyway, let me see what you want to do," the Ghost King said with great interest.
Bai Yang nodded, looked outside the city wall and said, "Before, someone seemed to want to kill my kitten?"
While speaking, Bai Yang looked coldly at the Shinto monk on the Bibo River, the first Shinto monk to arrive at the real-life realm. He was standing in the void with a three-inch blood-red sword swimming above his head.
Although Bai Yang was in the valley before, Bai Yang saw this scene of the Shinto master using the magic weapon to kill the kitten, so how could he let it go
"Master," Mao Mao said worriedly.
Everyone followed Bai Yang's gaze and looked at the Shinto master, who suddenly became the target of public criticism.
"Huh!" Facing everyone's gaze, he snorted coldly, and the red light of the small sword above his head loomed.
With a chuckle, Bai Yang looked at the other person and said coldly: "If you want to kill my cat, no one can save you, just die!"
"Just you? I'll kill you first!" the other party said coldly.
After all, he is also a Shinto real person, and if he is threatened by Bai Yang in front of so many people, if he doesn't take action, there is no need to mess around, because he has no face.
call out!
The small red sword flew out from above his head and rose to three meters in the face of the storm. The flames spurted out and turned into a big flaming bird, rushing towards the white poplar with a billowing heat wave...