Zhuang Xiaoya was injured, Yan Ning was already furious, although he was also covered in injuries, he still stood upright. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Silly girl!" Yan Ning touched Zhuang Xiaoya's face distressedly, put her behind him, and then looked at Bai Tong: "Slut." ”

"What are you calling me?" Bai Tongliu frowned, she didn't expect Yan Ning to scold her like this.

Yan Ning glanced at Bai Tong with disdain, her face was exactly the same as the Lan Xiaolan he knew before, but her eyes were different.

"Where is the real Lan Xiaolan?" Yan Ning asked in a cold voice.

Bai Tong smiled absurdly: "It's dead." ”

"Who killed it?"

"Can you handle it?"

"She's my friend, tell me whoever killed her, I'll avenge her. Yan Ning's voice grew colder.

The evil sky monk said: "You can't protect yourself now, and you still have the heart to avenge others? I advise you to surrender now, we will bring you back to the sect, and maybe the sect leader can spare your life!"

Yan Ning smiled faintly, stared at the evil sky monk, and spit out a sentence that made him angry: "Let's talk, what does the eunuch say?"

"You!" the Evil Sky Monk was furious, "Ghost Chen, kill him!"

The face hidden under the rag hood didn't know what the expression was, but he replied indifferently: "You are not the commander-in-chief, and you are not qualified to order me." ”

When the evil sky monk heard this, he was almost mad, he and Yan Ning had several face-to-faces, and he should know Yan Ning best, but because of the previous failures, he had no status in the end, and now even the ghost minister did not give face, and he had to listen to Bai Tong's words.

"You're going to great lengths just to arrest me?" Yan Ning asked.

Bai Tong sneered: "If it were you, it wouldn't be worth much, but your kid has a strange treasure, the Underworld, the Wumen Golden Needle, the Wumen Ghost Technique, and the Reverse Bagua Diagram, which one doesn't make people blush? Not to mention that you killed our people from the Immortal Sect, even if you don't have a grudge against us, we will come to trouble you." ”

After hearing this, Yan Ning sighed slightly: "The Immortal Sect is nothing more than that, raising a group of evil ghosts to reincarnate. ”

Bai Tong didn't have any interest in continuing to argue with Yan Ning, so he said to the ghost minister: "Ghost minister, clean him up." ”

"Yes. ”

Without any hesitation, the ghost minister actually flew directly into the air, he lifted the rag that tightly wrapped his body, and actually pulled out a sickle from each side of his body.

This shape is somewhat similar to the Grim Reaper in the West.

"Ghost thing, come on!" Yan Ning roared angrily, and when he saw the ghost minister rushing towards him, he directly hit a Northern Emperor Divine Curse, and the ghost minister was slightly surprised, and quickly withdrew his hand and dodged.

"The people of Maoshan, no wonder it is so difficult to catch. Ghost Chen said lightly.

Bai Tong and the Evil Sky Monk couldn't help but breathe sluggishly, this ghost minister, he didn't check Yan Ning's information at all before he acted, and he didn't know Yan Ning's depth until this time!

"Still, it's too weak!"

The ghost minister drank in a deep voice, his body floated up again, and he quickly came to Yan Ning, the sickle was glowing with cold light, Yan Ning hurriedly lowered his head, and the sharp sickle slashed above his head, really cutting off a few hairs.

This scythe is so sharp!

Yan Ning's heart was cold, and before he could exclaim, Ghost Chen's other scythe had already been slashed vertically, Yan Ning's eyes were quick, and a sweeping leg kicked Ghost Chen's ankle, and Ghost Chen had to put away the knife and soar into the air again.

Yan Ning didn't have a dark break in his hand, and the Wumen Golden Needle couldn't be used excessively, and the momentum of the ghost minister was like ten thousand jun, which made Yan Ning breathless.

"Head Lowering Master?" Yan Ning couldn't help but be stunned as he looked at the ghost minister flying in the sky.

Except for the Head Descending Master, Yan Ning had never seen any living person flying in the sky.

At this time, a yin wind struck, blowing the rag hood on the ghost minister's head, and through the light on the street, Yan Ning clearly saw that under the ghost minister's hood, it was not a human face at all!

It was a skull head, the white skull without a trace of flesh, his broken teeth looking terrifying, and two blue ghost fires burning in his hollow eye sockets.

"Ghost King?!" Yan Ning said in shock.

The ghost minister snorted coldly: "Ghost King, hehe, it's just a group of children!"

A hundred-year-old ghost king, a thousand-year-old ghost demon, this ghost minister is actually the legendary white bone ghost king, but he has been practicing Taoism for five hundred years.

If he is given another 500 years, maybe he will become a demon like black and white impermanence.

"Damn, the Immortal Sect really looks up to me!" Yan Ning spat on the ground, looked at Zhuang Xiaoya behind him, and resolutely stood in front of her.

Like an immovable rock, facing the terrifying ghosts.

There was a burst of oozing laughter from the broken teeth of the ghost minister, and he was also not interested in continuing to deal with Yan Ning, so in the blink of an eye, it had already turned into a black storm, rolling up the debris on the street, and rushed towards Yan Ning!

That storm was even more terrifying than the storm formed by Yan Ning's thirty-six soul-destroying golden needles!

When the evil sky monk saw the ghost minister use this move, his frowning brows also relaxed: "Yan Ning, this kid is difficult to fly this time!"

Bai Tong shook his head: "Didn't you say that Yan Ning had already obtained the new thirty-six golden needles? If he summoned seventy-two golden needles, the ghost minister might not be able to win." ”

"How is it possible, according to our intelligence, he can't summon seventy-two golden ...... at all"

The disdainful smile of the evil sky monk was still frozen on his face, his eyes changed suddenly, he saw Yan Ning's body, I don't know when, there were already seventy-two golden rays of light floating!

"Damn, fight!"

Yan Ning roared angrily, seventy-two golden needles had already flown out of his body, floating in front of him, the storm formed by the ghost minister was rapidly approaching, Yan Ning snorted, controlling the seventy-two golden needles to form a storm as well.

Seventy-two golden needles gathered together, forming a golden storm that was three points thicker than Ghost Chen's, but Ghost Chen was not afraid at all, and collided with Yan Ning's seventy-two golden needles head-on.

The two storms collided, almost destroying the entire night market street, and even the roofs of several houses have been blown off!

The evil sky monk panicked, hugged the pillar of the teahouse tightly with both hands, and shouted, "This kid ...... How could it be!"

Bai Tong also grabbed the cover and said coldly: "He is seriously injured now, and he can't beat the ghost minister!"

Yan Ning's eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were already red, and the green tendons on his forehead were about to burst and spurt blood, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted.

Controlling seventy-two golden needles was the limit of his limits, and if he didn't feel the real threat of death, Yan Ning would never have been able to summon them.

But even so, because of Yan Ning's unstable soul, the seventy-two golden needles this time still did not have the momentum when he was at the Hong Kong Gate, Yan Ning knew in his heart that if he held on for no more than three seconds, the golden needle storm would shatter, and then the ghost minister would come to him and cut his neck with his sickle.

(To be continued.) )