"I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know, I just know that if you don't get out, you'll be three dead people in no time!"

Not frightened by Situ Bei's anger, the ghost-faced man in black replied in a cold tone.

"What a big breath, let me tell you, Lao Tzu is Situ Bei, the head of the Situ family, and these two are Nangong Li, the head of the Nangong family, and Ouyang Yanfeng, the head of the Ouyang family!"

The ghost-faced man in black didn't take the three of himself in his eyes at all, and Situ Bei reported the names of the three of them with great vigour.

"Hmph, what about the heads of the three major families, even the strongest old guys of your three clans are here together, and I'm not afraid!"

The ghost-faced man in black said, and a Dao Monarch-level True Yuan coercion suddenly erupted from his body.

This True Yuan power has reached the level of Dao Jun Triple Force, although it is formless and substantial, but like a mountain falling from the sky, it instantly fell on the bodies of Situ Bei and the three of them.

Under the pressure of the powerful True Yuan, Situ Bei's faces changed drastically, and they didn't even have the slightest strength to resist, and they were directly oppressed and fell to the ground.

Cold sweat flowed down his forehead, and his body trembled like chaff.

Situ Bei regretted it in his heart, regretting that he shouldn't have come out to help Wang Potian speak.

He originally thought that the cultivation of the ghost-faced man in black should be similar to Wang Potian, but he never thought that the other party was two small realms higher than Wang Potian.

Originally, according to Situ Bei's thoughts, the three of them plus one Wang Potian, it should not be a problem to deal with this ghost-faced man in black, and he was happy to let Wang Potian owe himself and others a favor.

But now in Situ Bei's opinion, even if a few of them are on the line, they basically have no chance of winning.

"Your target is me, it has nothing to do with the three of them, let them go!"

Looking at Ouyang Yanfeng and the three of them, who fell to the ground and couldn't even speak, Wang Potian said to the ghost-faced man in black.

"Hmph, you can't protect yourself, and you still have the heart to care about others!"

The ghost-faced man in black sneered, and the true yuan coercion emanating from his body did not have the slightest intention of restraint.

"Whether I can protect myself or not, I will not know until I have fought it!"

Wang Potian said, and suddenly waved his right hand sleeve robe, and nine golden flying knives with a length of nine feet suddenly flew out of it, and with the sound of breaking the sky, it shot straight towards the ghost-faced black-clothed man and shot over.

In the face of Wang Potian's unexpected attack, the ghost-faced man in black hurriedly withdrew the power of the True Yuan, and at the same time took out a jade gourd as black as ink, and stimulated it.

The black jade gourd looked like it was only about the size of a foot, and under the urging of the true yuan of the ghost-faced black-clothed man, a large black mist quickly erupted from it.

The black mist was thick and thick, not only emitting a pungent smell of corpses, but also looking gloomy, as if it came from the Netherworld.

As soon as it erupted from the black jade gourd, the black mist quickly enveloped the nine golden flying knives that Wang Potian sacrificed under the control of the ghost-faced black-clothed man.

The black mist rolled, like a fierce spring gushing from the ground.

Under the shroud of black mist, a strange scene appeared, only to see the nine golden flying knives sacrificed by Wang Potian actually melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In less than two breaths, the nine golden flying knives that looked to be of no low grade were completely melted into a pool of black water, and they emitted a pungent stench.

"It's so corrosive, what the hell is this!!"

As the ghost-faced man in black received the power of the True Yuan, Ouyang Yanfeng and the three of them had regained their freedom, but after witnessing the destruction of Wang Potian's magic weapon, the three of them were shocked.

Not only Ouyang Yanfeng and the others, but even Wang Potian himself changed his face.

The nine flying knives he sacrificed were not clear to others, but Wang Potian couldn't be clearer, this was a set of magic weapons that had reached the sixth order.

The complete set of sixth-order supreme magic weapons, in terms of power, may not be as good as the real seventh-order magic weapons, but among the sixth-order magic weapons, they are definitely the top.

However, Wang Potian never thought that the black mist that spewed out of the gourd of the ghost-faced black-clothed man would be so evil that he would directly melt his magic weapon.

"Wang Potian, you are weak and pitiful in front of me, come and take your life!"

After defusing Wang Potian's attack, the ghost-faced man in black let out a cruel smile.

With the movement of his divine thoughts, the black mist that erupted from the black jade gourd suddenly turned into a black dragon with a length from mid-air.

Although the black dragon was not a real thing, under the control of the ghost-faced black-clothed man, it was like a soul, with a gust of wind, and rushed straight towards Wang Potian.

"Not good!!"

He had already seen the horror of the black mist, and without waiting for the black dragon to approach him, Wang Potian hurriedly sacrificed a silver pure gold shield and rushed towards the black dragon.

The silver shield that Wang Potian sacrificed had reached the rank of the seventh-order lower grade, which was the only seventh-order defensive magic weapon on his body.

However, even if the grade reached the seventh order, the silver shield still couldn't survive two breaths after hitting the black dragon, and soon melted into a pool of black water in front of everyone's eyes.

"I don't believe you can even corrode the true element!"

Destroying two heavy treasures in a row, Wang Potian's face was extremely ugly, he did not sacrifice the magic weapon against the enemy, but directly mobilized the thick true yuan in his body, and condensed a blue true yuan light wall in the air in front of him.

The True Yuan Light Wall was three feet thick, and it was like a blue canopy in mid-air, protecting Wang Potian in all directions.

Listening to a muffled "bang", the black dragon plunged headlong into the blue wall of light.

Under the impact and impact of the black dragon, the seemingly thick True Yuan Light Wall shook violently, although it was not shattered, let alone corroded and dissolved, but a large number of cracks like spider webs were cracked on the surface.

Seeing that the black mist could not corrode the true element, Wang Potian's body was fully opened, and he desperately poured into the true yuan light wall in front of him.

The blue wall of light, which was already full of cracks, healed quickly under a flash of spiritual light with a large amount of Wang Po Tianzhen Yuan, not only that, but it looked thicker and more stable than before.

"I didn't expect you to be an old guy who has only advanced to the Dao Monarch in his last years, and the True Yuan is far superior to that of cultivators of the same level, I underestimate you, but even so, you have to stay today!"

Seeing that his attack was completely blocked by Wang Potian, the ghost-faced black-clothed man once again urged the black jade gourd to spew out a black mist with a cold shout, and quickly merged with the black dragon not far away.

The black dragon, which was originally no more than a few feet long, instantly increased its size to nearly three zhang in length with the integration of the second black mist, and at the same time, the aura emitted from its body also increased a lot.

There was a "click" sound.

As the size of the black dragon skyrocketed, a large number of cracks were cracked on the blue light wall transformed by Wang Po's Innocent Yuan.

"What are you still doing in a daze, help me, otherwise everyone will have to die together!"

Seeing that the defense in front of him was about to be breached, Wang Potian was in a hurry, and hurriedly shouted at Ouyang Yanfeng and the three of them, who were still stunned behind him.

Being shouted by Wang Potian, Ouyang Yanfeng and the others immediately reacted in a stunned state.

Looking at the murderous ghost-faced black-clothed man not far away, and then at Wang Potian with a struggling face, Ouyang Yanfeng and the three of them not only had no intention of making a move, but turned around and fled, and in the blink of an eye, they slipped away without a trace.

"Three unrighteous bastards, I knew I shouldn't have saved you just now!"

For Ouyang Yanfeng's escape from the battle, Wang Potian's scolding, if it weren't for the current enemy, he would want to catch up and abolish Ouyang Yanfeng and the three of them to vent his hatred.

Without waiting for the True Yuan Light Wall in front of him to completely shatter, Wang Potian's body moved, turned into an afterimage from the spot, and rushed towards the sky on one side, intending to take the opportunity to escape.

"If you want to go, how can it be so easy, get up!"

Before Wang Potian could fly far, the ghost-faced man in black stomped his right foot violently.

With a violent shaking of the earth, a strange black magic circle emerged out of thin air from the ground below the ghost-faced black-clothed human body.

This black circle was no more than a foot in size, and it was covered with a large number of mysterious and simple blood-colored runes.

As soon as it emerged from the ground, a blood-colored aura rushed out from the black circle, and then turned into a huge blood-colored aura from mid-air, just covering Wang Potian, who had just escaped not far away.

After being covered by the blood-colored light mask, Wang Potian immediately sacrificed the Jinyuan Zhentian Tower, the treasure of his Wang family's Zhen clan, in an attempt to use the power of the magic weapon to break through the siege of the blood-colored light mask.

However, before Wang Potian could urge the magic weapon, covering his blood-colored light mask, more than a dozen blood-colored chains the thickness of a baby's arm suddenly appeared.

These blood-colored chains seemed to have spiritual intelligence, and as soon as they were transformed, they immediately entangled Wang Potian's body.

And as his body was entangled in blood-colored chains, Wang Potian found that his body was completely out of his control, and even the power of his divine sense and the true yuan in his body could not be mobilized at all.

"Old fellow, come down for me!"

Looking at Wang Potian, who was completely locked in the sky, the ghost-faced man in black laughed fiercely, and then raised his hand to take a breath in the air, pulling Wang Potian back to the ground from mid-air with the dim Jinyuan Town Heavenly Tower, and landed in front of him.

"Who the hell are you, and why did you kill me!"

Although his body was no longer under his control, Wang Potian's speech was still unaffected, and he asked with an ugly face.

"I lied to you before, and I didn't even think about killing you. ”

Putting away the black jade gourd in his hand, the ghost-faced black-clothed man stared directly at Wang Potiandao.

"You didn't want to kill me, what do you want to do?"

As soon as he heard that the other party was not trying to kill him, Wang Potian not only did not relax his vigilance, but became more dignified.

"You already know about the existence of our witch sect, don't you know what I want to do!"

The ghost-faced man in black said, raised his hand and pressed it on Wang Potian's heavenly spirit, and then a powerful spiritual power poured out from his body, and poured into Wang Potian's body like a Daigo empowerment along his palm.

"You... You want to ban me, you want to control me... Are you from the Seven Killings?"

Feeling the spiritual power of entering the body, Wang Potian roared loudly with emotion, he had heard in the purple smoke that the Wumen's Walking and Dog Seven Killing Hall liked to use the Yuan Shen Prohibition to control some of the main figures of the sect, but he didn't expect that this kind of thing would happen to him.

"You really know a lot of things, this is what Li Aotian told you. ”

"I'm not afraid to tell you now, it's not just you tonight, but the heads of other major families will be like you, obediently obeying my Seven Killing Hall, even the three who just escaped are no exception, hahahaha..."

While pouring his spiritual power into Wang Potian's body, the ghost-faced man in black laughed proudly.

When Wang Potian heard this, a large amount of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his wrinkled old face, he had only broken through to the realm of Dao Jun not long ago, thinking that the good days for himself and the Wang family were coming soon, but he never thought that this had not started yet, and it was about to end.

"Yo, the courage is not small, you dare to be a murderer in this Tianlong City, aren't you afraid that his Long family will come to fight with you..."

Just when Wang Potian thought that he was in danger, suddenly, a lazy voice sounded from not far away, followed by a white figure walking out of the dim street.

The person who came was a handsome young man dressed in white, he was holding a golden folding fan in his hand, which looked quite windy and suave......