The old man with a gloomy face saw Yang Huaiping's transformation of the gray* flying in the direction of him and Wu Wenshui, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he smiled coldly, and chanted an obscure spell in his mouth!

In the blink of an eye, the many unjust souls in the sky flew in at a high speed to block the cold-faced man and Wu Wenshui, firmly protecting the two of them.

Yang Huaiping's illusion of the gray* disappeared between heaven and earth in an instant, but the souls of the ghosts who were full of anger and injustice were like vicious dogs, they seemed to smell the breath of Yang Huaiping's body, and rushed over frantically after the ass of Wu Wenshui with their teeth dancing!

In the midst of this lightning and flint, Yang Huaiping instantly changed into his original appearance, and he held a golden gun and stabbed it towards Wu Wenshui's * like lightning.

Hearing the sound of gold and iron ringing in unison, a shining spark burst out from Wu Wenshui's buttocks, and with a palm of his hand, he took out a flying sword and shot towards Yang Huaiping's head.

Yang Huaiping instantly dodged the flying sword from the Wuwen Water Sacrifice with a sideways turn, and he sighed and said: "This old boy is prepared, he actually stuffed a Xuantie pot behind his buttocks, it seems that I really scared him with a shot!"

At this moment, a skinny ghost claw slapped Yang Huaiping's shoulder, and when he turned his head, there was a black press behind him, and hundreds of unjust ghosts rushed towards him with their teeth and claws.

After Yang Huaiping slapped the angry soul behind him with a palm, he took out a seal talisman from his arms, and chanted an obscure spell in his mouth!

In an instant, the seal talisman in Yang Huaiping's hand burned with raging flames, and he suddenly threw it towards the group of unjust souls behind him.

Suddenly, the seal talisman exploded in the surrounding ghosts, and they all scattered in all directions as if they were birds and beasts!

At this moment, Yang Huaiping felt a narrow flying sword stabbing towards him with a strong wind, and in a hurry, Yang Huaiping couldn't dodge and only turned sideways slightly.

With a pop, the sharp and narrow flying sword directly pierced Yang Huaiping's chest, and blood surged out of his chest in an instant.

"Hahahaha......"

After seeing this scene, Wu Wenshui seemed to feel that the grudges accumulated over the past few days were suddenly released, and he suddenly threw the carefully refined dark iron pot behind his ass into the sky!

Yang Huaiping hurriedly took a few steps back, and forcibly pulled out the flying sword in his body, and suddenly blood gushed out from his wounds, and at this time, the souls floating in the sky smelled the breath of blood in the air, and they instantly became crazy, one by one, like a cat smelling fish, they frantically pounced on Yang Huaiping.

In just an instant, Yang Huaiping was drowned in the overwhelming number of ghosts.

The old man with a cold face said to Wu Wenshui with a complacent and smug expression: "You can rest assured, as long as this kid is entangled by unjust ghosts, his Yuan Shen will also be devoured by these souls, and his soul will be scattered!"

Seeing Yang Huaiping besieged, Qingyin, who was wearing goose yellow clothes, said eagerly: "Everyone, save the sect master, he is entangled by the souls of those unjust ghosts!"

Everyone from the Zixiao Sect rushed towards the soul ghost who was besieging Yang Huaiping, and at this moment, Wu Wenshui rushed towards the crowd with the narrow flying sword in his hand, and he didn't pity the disciples of the Zixiao Sect at all!

In an instant, the female disciples of the Zixiao Sect bloomed with blood flowers, and fell to the ground limply, and the seven elders of the Zixiao Sect swept in front of the Wuwen Shui in a volley with flying swords in their hands and surrounded him, so as not to make any more moves against the disciples in the sect!

At this moment, Yang Huaiping, who was surrounded by a group of unjust ghosts, suddenly pulled the unjust ghosts around him away, and suddenly, he raised a blue light and dark seal!

Yang Huaiping shouted, "Niu Tou Ma Mian, my brother is in trouble, you show up quickly!"

In an instant, the sky began to condense into thick dark clouds, and the tall and burly figures, holding steel hairpins, and ghost-faced rakshasas, and horse-faced figures holding spears and spears poked out of the dark clouds.

After seeing the bull-headed horse, all of them took a few steps back timidly, and then scattered and fled, Yang Huaiping pointed to the surrounding unjust ghosts and said to the bull-headed horse: "You two help the old brother take away these unjust ghosts, they are really like maggots attached to the bones, it's too difficult!"

Niu Tou didn't speak, he nodded at Yang Huaiping, and then looked at the horse, and the two of them instantly chased after the ghosts and ghosts floating around!

Yang Huaiping took out an elixir from the ephedra bag around his waist and swallowed it, and the figure of the golden spear in his hand flickered towards the martial arts water where the seven elders of the sect were in a fierce battle.

When the old man with a cold face saw that the two of them were casting magic powers to collect the unjust ghosts in his blood banner, he suddenly felt extremely painful!

The old man with a cold face jumped up in his heart, he was eager to try to stop it, but he still didn't have the courage to take half a step forward, the man with a cold face knew that this bull head and horse face cultivation was average, and it was not difficult to deal with it, but behind the key person stood the transcendent existence of the Hades, and he knew that the Hades King's subordinates, whether it was the black and white impermanence of the soul hook, or the iron-faced Ten Palaces Yama, were not something he could compete with.

Thinking of this, the man with a cold face showed a look of resentment in his eyes, and he suddenly waved his sleeves to take back the blood streak in the sky and escape!

The overwhelming ghosts and ghosts were collected under the various magical weapons of the bull head and horse face, and the two of them looked at each other, and they disappeared under the dark clouds in an instant.

The martial arts water on the side was defeated and retreated under the siege of Yang Huaiping and the Seven Great Elders, Yang Huaiping glanced at the fallen disciples of Zixiao Sect, and he ripped open the buttons of his robe, revealing the angular bronze muscles on his chest.

Yang Huaiping waved his hand at the seven elders in the sect uninhibitedly, "You go and clean up the corpses of the disciples in the sect, I will come and face this bull-nosed old Dao!"

As he spoke, three balls of true qi flew out of Yang Huaiping's head, as well as three balls of true qi from the heart, liver and spleen, as well as purple qi, a total of five qi from chaos, and the five qi above his head swam around the sky like five swimming dragons, and then intertwined and entangled with each other and submerged into the top of Yang Huaiping's head!

Yang Huaiping's whole body exuded a brilliant brilliance, flying out of thousands of colors, the momentum on his body suddenly climbed to the realm of the unity of heaven and man, Yang Huaiping walked towards Wuwenshui step by step.

Wu Wenshui saw Yang Huaiping walking towards him with a shocked momentum, he suddenly took out a flying sword and stabbed Yang Huaiping's throat with a palm, Yang Huaiping grabbed the flying sword and broke it into two, he kicked Wu Wenshui to the ground and stepped on his face and said: "Bull nose old way, don't say I didn't give you a chance, three days later, I will personally go to your Jade Void Sect to destroy the sect!"