"The surname is Meng, the old man and you will never die!"

This sentence was full of anger and grievance, and roared out of the mouth of the dark shadow.

Ghost Wu really wanted to get the Earth Yanlian and the Five Elements Coffin, but it was very unsatisfactory, he was trapped in the Loess Formation by the sandman, and finally after several hard work, he got out of Zhang Meng's body, and finally got out of the trap with his body against the sand, and when he saw Meng Fan at this time, his hatred was monstrous.

"Uh......"

As soon as the cruel words were finished, the ghost mist's eyes shrank suddenly.

I saw that in front of him, there were a large number of people standing, in addition to those monks who participated in the trial, there were actually people from the Ziyang Palace, this battle was a little difficult to deal with for him who had only recovered to the realm of immortality!

In fact, after leaving the body, his cultivation can be improved a little more, but after fighting with the sandman repeatedly, his soul body is tired, and his combat power has been greatly affected, not to mention improving, it is good that he has not fallen.

The ghost fog is also an old fritter, seeing that the situation is not good, he did not retreat at the first time, but his arms turned into a cloud of billowing black smoke, bursting out with an extremely terrifying momentum, looking directly at Meng Fan, and said sharply: "The surname Meng, you and I are already mortal enemies, can you dare to make an appointment and have a fair duel?"

"No, I don't. Qing Ling walked slowly and answered for Meng Fan.

There is also a feud between her and the Oni Mist.

At the beginning, in front of the Qingyun Inn, she was the one who cut the sky and cultivated, but she was taken away by the ghost mist, and she was almost sucked out of her soul essence by the ghost mist, which was the incident that made Meng Fan sacrifice herself to rush to the Qingyun Inn to save her, triggering an immortal war.

Because of this, she closed the death pass, and she did not come out of the immortal realm.

Can't let Meng Fan take any more risks for her!

The existence of the ghost mist has also become a hurdle in her heart, how could she have been bullied like that before?

This battle belongs to her!

Qing Ling didn't say a word more, shook her body, turned into a beautiful cyan smoke cloud, and headed towards the ghost fog cage, and the reason why she was able to turn into a cyan smoke cloud was not that she deliberately did this because she had a blue character in her name, but she continued to swallow pills since she was a child, and her soul got too much nourishment, so she showed a vibrant cyan.

Her soul is nothing more than a precious treasure of heaven and earth.

This is also the reason why Ghost Mist saw Qing Ling's greedy eyes at that time.

"How did this little girl get to the immortal realm?"

Seeing this, the ghost fog was shocked, and some regretted that he had just died to find face and go down the steps, it was better to run away directly without saying a word, seeing that Qingling was fierce, he no longer had the slightest hesitation, and with a bang, he turned into a black cloud and rose into the air, and fled in the direction away from Luoxia Mountain.

A cloud of cyan smoke then swept across the night sky and chased away.

"The ghost brother didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out!"

This time it was Meng Fan's turn to laugh gloatingly, and at the same time quietly held the Imperial Whip in his hand, in case there was any crisis in Qingling, he could save him at any time, and he also hoped to collect the soul of the ghost mist into the Imperial Whip, when the Red Fire Array fought against the thousand lights, the powerful ghosts in the Imperial Whip were almost consumed.

Through the battle with Qiandeong, he also learned that the Whip can absorb the ghost power in the whip body during the battle, exert greater power, and put ghosts in the whip, just like charging the whip.

"Come on, Qingling Little Palace Master!"

This is the first time that the disciples of Ziyang Xiaogong have seen Qingling really fighting with people, their hearts are full of anticipation, and they have shouted to help, Fan Guyi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he is also full of expectations for this battle, his physical condition is terrible, Qingling is the only immortal realm powerhouse in Ziyang Xiaogong who can handle it, if this battle can be won, it will be of great benefit to her, the master of the small palace, and it will also be of great benefit to the Ziyang Palace!

Ziyang Xiaogong needs a backbone.

And Meng Fan ...... I don't know how to stay in Qingqiu!

Snort!

The distance between the cyan smoke cloud and the black fog shrank and shortened, and then several cyan streamers flew out of the cyan smoke cloud, like a series of dazzling silk, directly piercing into the black fog, and then shuttling in the black fog, constantly winding, rumbling, the black fog rolled continuously, and was even more restrained, unable to continue to escape into the distance.

"You're looking for death!" "Ghost Mist shouted high in the night sky, "Last time I was lucky to let you escape, the old man will swallow you this time!"

Being high in the air, the spells on the ground were unattainable, and the ghost mist was a lot more solid in his heart, condensing several wisps of black mist tentacles, and stabbing towards the cyan smoke cloud turned by the green spirit!

Green and black, instantly fought together!

The dazzling light, like a stream of electric light, kept circulating in the air, bursting, and the rumbling sound was endless.

The people watching from the ground were nervous, unable to form this special battle in words, and both sides were not people, but ghosts, immortal ghosts!

"Meng Fan, this time, Qingling will not let you down!"

After fighting for a while, the cyan smoke cloud and the black fog suddenly separated.

Qing Ling condensed in the cyan smoke cloud, with a wave of his jade hand, he condensed a cyan long sword, and then quickly slid through the sword body with slender fingers, and there were bright runes on the long sword.

A large expanse of the night sky was suddenly illuminated in blue!

The ghost mist also condensed its figure, it should have suffered some losses just now, and his face was very ugly, seeing Qing Ling perform a killing move, his hands quickly pinched, and the black mist slowly converged, forming a black sphere covered with crackling electric light, diffusing a terrifying aura that made people's souls tremble.

The people watching from the ground were so nervous that they didn't dare to breathe hard with a spectacular scene in their eyes reflecting the spectacular scene in the night sky.

Meng Fan looked up at the long sword in Qing Ling's hand and muttered, "Crossing the sea!"

This is also the first time he has seen Qing Ling perform his father Ziyang Zhenren's technique, it should be the most authentic, and Qing Ling has reached the immortal realm, and the power of the display must be even more amazing!

Ruosheng crosses the sea with two wings.

The long song of the snowy night is drunk!

Qing Ling, who held the long sword high, suddenly gave birth to two thin butterfly wings behind him, the green light flowed, so beautiful that it could not be described in words, the ghost fog saw this, the soul body trembled suddenly, mobilized all the power of cultivation, and strengthened the power of the black sphere again, and then pushed forward with both palms, and in the crackling sound, the black sphere diffused with electric light roared towards the green spirit!

Qing Ling lightly opened her lips and said the three words "crossing the sea".

Then, the sword falls!

A sonic boom sounded!

A cyan sword light seemed to cut through the night sky and slashed towards the black sphere!

Suddenly, the sword light collided with the sphere, and there was a stalemate, and the sword light suddenly passed straight through the sphere, slashing the ghost mist, and the sphere immediately burst open with a bang, and a ripple of energy visible to the naked eye spread out in the night sky, and its fierce momentum made Luoxia Mountain also affected, and the top of the mountain flew sand and stones, and the grass and trees shook!

The ghost mist staggered back in the night sky, and at the same time blasted out two huge palm prints one after another, before the deadly sword light collapsed, and then turned around and fled without hesitation, the next second, his face changed suddenly, and after the sword light collapsed, it turned into a little cyan starlight, as if forming a small sea, diffusing bursts of imprisoning power, making it difficult for him to move!

People say butterflies are beautiful.

Can't cross the sea after all?

A touching smile rose at the corner of Qing Ling's mouth, he held a sword in his right hand, pinched the middle finger and index finger in his left hand, and the butterfly wings behind him slammed into a snort, and with a snort, his body turned into a beautiful streamer, and at an amazing speed, it passed through the body of the ghost mist......

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