When he learned the identity of Ye Xing's Supreme Immortal Master from Fang Bo's mouth, the faces of those ghost cultivators present became difficult to look at one by one, and there was even more uncontrollable fear in their eyes!

It is said that if he writes a random word, he can restrain all demons and monsters!

This kind of character is simply born to be the nemesis of these ghost cultivators!

If they were just joking and didn't believe it before, now, Ye Xing has already made a move.

Even, no one could see his movements clearly.

When they came back to their senses, the sheep ghost, whose strength was greater than that of most of the people present, was already embedded in the mountain wall.

Although the sheep ghost is not dead yet, everyone knows that as long as Ye Xing is willing, the sheep ghost is definitely a corpse now!

At this moment, everyone saw that Ye Xing moved again.

He lifted his palm and grabbed it through the void.

The sheep ghost embedded in the mountain wall only felt a huge suction force in front of him, and then he was caught out without resistance.

Poof!

The sheep ghost slowly flew to Ye Xing, and then was pressed by an invisible force and forcibly knelt down.

Just as Ye Xing was about to make a move and completely kill the sheep ghost, suddenly an ethereal voice sounded.

"In my territory, is it a bit out of sight to do it like this?"

A young man in a white suit walked unhurriedly with steps.

"This is my territory, in my territory, you are not allowed to use your hands and you are not allowed to kill people, this is the rule I have set. ”

The young man in the white suit came closer, looked at the half-dead sheep ghost kneeling on the ground, and then looked at Ye Xing.

A faint coercion permeated from his body.

"He did it first, and I can handle it, but Your Excellency, you do it without permission, but you break my rules. Whoever breaks my rules, die!"

Rumble!!

With the words, an even more powerful and violent coercion erupted from the body of the young man in a white suit, pointing directly at Ye Xing!

However, Ye Xing, who was in the midst of this overwhelming pressure, his body was as towering as a mountain, and he didn't even look at the young man in the white suit, and raised his hand to himself.

The nine-star sword was summoned, and the sword flickered.

Swish!

The expression of the sheep ghost was completely frozen.

A few seconds later, a line of blood appeared on his neck.

Smack!

The corpses were separated, and the heads fell to the ground.

The face of the young man in the white suit was instantly gloomy, and he could drip water.

Provocation!

This is a naked provocation!

"Very well, young man, although you are not the first to break my rules on my territory, you are the first to arouse the anger in my heart!"

The young man in the white suit looked at Ye Xing as if he was looking at a dead man.

"What, are you going to kill me?" Ye Xing looked at the young man in the white suit with some amusement, "Come, give you a chance, see if you can kill me." ”

As soon as Ye Xing's voice fell, the young man in the white suit was about to make a move, when there was a sudden burst of Buddhist sound in the distance.

"Amitabha, please be cautious about this benefactor. ”

A burst of brilliant golden light fell from the sky.

When the golden mangs gradually dispersed, everyone saw a bald monk wearing a robe and holding a rosary.

His appearance made everyone's faces change slightly except for Ye Xing.

Especially among those ghost cultivators, the strength is relatively weak.

Not to mention the Buddha light just now, the oppressive aura emanating from this monk's body alone has a great restraint effect on their ghost cultivation.

The young man in the white suit looked equally unsightly, and said coldly: "Monk Shenguang, are you going to spoil me again?"

Obviously, the two knew each other.

Even if you don't know each other, you've crossed paths before.

The monk who was called Shenguang shook his head slightly and said: "Of course, the poor monk will not spoil the good deeds of the white benefactor, but the poor monk is a monk, and the monk is compassionate, so naturally he can't watch the white benefactor kill you under the nose of the poor monk." ”

The young man in the white suit sneered: "Then when he killed this person just now and broke my rules, you should have come a long time ago, right? Why didn't you show up at that time? Moreover, the purpose of your coming here is not like this, right? Or is your purpose for the secret place that will be opened here?"

This monk whose Dharma name is Shenguang said it soundly, but Bai Yizhou's heart is very clear.

What bullshit monks are compassionate, just to deal with him.

The reason is also very simple, he has a heritage from ghosts, so the two of them have a grudge a few years ago.

Shenguang monk from the first temple of Qilu in the temple of difficulty, a strong cultivation strength, and has always had a sense of justice like a fan, nothing to go around to the surrounding to kill demons.

Once, the Shenguang monk came to Mount Tai and met Bai Yizhou, and the two fought, but in the end, no one could help anyone.

Since then, the Divine Light Monk has come here to do something to do with him.

The average time interval is almost a month.

And it had only been less than a week since he last came, and it was obvious that the Divine Light Monk had another purpose for coming this time besides targeting him.

Without waiting for the Shenguang monk to speak, Bai Yizhou said again: "The inheritance in the secret land seems to be only useful for ghost cultivators like us, but I want to know, what do you want to do as a monk who cultivates Buddha?"

The Shenguang monk said with a smile: "The poor monk has his own opportunity here, so naturally he will come over to join in the fun, and he can also take this opportunity to suppress the restlessness of you ghost cultivators, why not?"

"Your chance?" Bai Yizhou sneered, "Could it be that you are still a ghost cultivator?"

"The poor monk is full of profound Buddhism, shrouded in divine light, and is naturally not a ghost cultivator. ”

The Divine Light Monk shook his head slightly, with an unfathomable expression.

"Although the poor monk is not a ghost cultivator, in this secret place, there is indeed an opportunity for the poor monk. ”

"In addition, Lord Bai has been talking about the secret land, do you know, what is the place in this secret place?"

Bai Yizhou's eyes sank slightly.

He did know what this secret place was.

The underworld!

Legend has it that when a person dies, the soul goes to the place.

It's just that now, for unknown reasons, that place has become dilapidated and dilapidated.

The reason why he was able to know this was because of the inheritance he had obtained.

There is a memory in the inheritance, not only knowing where the secret place is, but also knowing the control methods of the various formations inside.

Originally, he thought that he was the only one in the know, and after he entered, he would be able to use the formation unscrupulously to wipe out the others, and enjoy everything in it for himself.

But now!

The sworn enemy monk in front of him seemed to know something.

The feeling that everything was under his control was destroyed, and Bai Yizhou's heart suddenly became uncomfortable.

He looked at the Divine Light Monk and asked in a deep voice, "Divine Light Monk, what else do you know?"