"Gotta find a way to get out of his ghost!"

Ao Jing in Dragon Ball spoke.

There are many branches of evil cultivation, and this Qin Hong knows at a glance that it is a ghost man.

In his ghostly realm, he can exert two hundred percent of his power.

Generally speaking, even a monk with a higher realm than him would be difficult to defeat in the Oni Clan.

What's more, Chen Wen's realm is lower than him.

Qin Hong sneered and stretched out his hand.

Countless ghosts, like a tide, covered Chen Wen with a drowning effect.

"Master, don't worry, I will soon have your three apprentices come to Huangquan Road to accompany you. ”

Qin Hong muttered in a low voice, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, but a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

Reach out and wipe the tears from your cheeks.

Talking to himself:

"Qin Hong, you are really a little soft-hearted, this guy looks down on you at all, and feels sorry for his death?"

Obviously, in Qin Hong's eyes, Chen Wen was already a dead man.

Each of the imps he controls has the combat power to enter the realm of entry.

It's not high, but it's a lot of money.

Once the opponent is contained, a steady stream of imps will make the opponent unable to get out at all.

It's just that soon, Qin Hong realized that something was wrong.

The speed at which the imp is consumed......

Far faster than he thought.

At this time, Chen Wen, who was surrounded by countless imps.

Nine golden threads are flying around him.

The little ghosts that came up, once they came into contact with the nine golden threads, evaporated into green smoke one after another.

"Huh, I almost forgot, the thirty-three heavens you cultivated are the most rigid and yang exercises in the world, and this kind of ghost can't hurt you at all. ”

Seeing this, Ao Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that after saying that, Ao Jing noticed that something was wrong.

Chen Wen just stood in place, not moving.

"Chen Wen?"

Ao Jing shouted again, and Chen Wen nodded slightly: "Well, it's okay." ”

After speaking, Chen Wen continued to look at the steady stream of flying ghosts.

These little ghosts are all blue and white, and their faces are full of pain.

Even if you can't hurt yourself at all, and you come into contact with these golden threads, you will end up with your soul scattered.

They still didn't hesitate.

Even......

There is a feeling of scrambling.

Perhaps, the soul is gone, which is a relief for them.

Seeing this scene, Chen Wen's heart was even more uncomfortable.

also made Chen Wen completely determined.

"Broken!"

Drink in a low voice.

Nine golden lines, no longer blindly defensive.

Instead, it shot out in all directions.

One ghost after another, bursting in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the little ghost attached to Chen Wen's side and bitten him was almost completely emptied.

"What's this?"

Qin Hong looked at the nine golden threads, and his eyes were full of surprise.

On the golden thread, the aura emitted made him couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Qin Hong, let's stop here, Master will personally send you on your way today. ”

Chen Wen slowly walked towards Qin Hong and spoke.

"Don't pretend there, just an ethereal realm, and you want to challenge me?"

Qin Hong snorted violently.

Reach out and wave.

In his hand, the powerful ghost formed a long whip and whipped directly at Chen Wen.

Nine golden threads, surging directly towards the long whip.

In front of the golden thread, this long whip is as fragile as paper.

Crash in an instant.

As Chen Wen approached.

Qin Hong's forehead was sweaty.

"Cultivation is not the whole of a monk. Chen Wen spoke: "Didn't the person who taught you the evil law tell you?"

"Exercises...... You, what kind of exercises are you practicing?" Qin Hong gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Wen.

Cultivation can indeed reflect the strength of a monk.

But in addition to cultivation, there are many factors that can determine the outcome of a battle.

For example, the level of exercises, the strength of spiritual treasures, combat experience, and even luck......

Even the venerable-level powerhouses have a record of being killed by spirit-level monks.

The Thirty-Three Heavens that Chen Wen cultivated, what level of exercises did it belong to, Chen Wen did not know.

However, what is certain is that it must be higher than the Blue Bird Decision, the Ancestral Dragon Yin and other exercises.

And although Qin Hong's cultivation is high, his cultivation method is just the most ordinary ghost fight.

What's more, Chen Wen's exercises have a natural suppression of ghosts and evil things.

"Die!"

Just when Chen Wen just walked in front of Qin Hong.

A fierce light flashed in Qin Hong's eyes, and a small sword slipped out of the cuff of his right hand, which was extremely fast, and stabbed towards Chen Wen at a strange angle.

If you are an ordinary person, you can't react at all.

Pity......

This trick of the sword in the sleeve was taught to him by Chen Wen.

When the tip of the sword was only a millimeter away from Chen Wen's throat, Chen Wen grabbed his arm and pinched him.

"Scatter!"

Chen Wen snorted.

Nine golden threads, converging on his right palm.

A palm slapped directly on his chest.

"Ahh

A series of strange screams rang out all over the sky.

Under one palm, the little ghost in Qin Hong's body was directly scattered.

"No, don't!"

Qin Hong shouted with a frightened face.

Chen Wen's face turned pale and he didn't pay attention to him.

Continue to slap it with one palm.

Another group of imps was scattered.

The Ethereal Realm, the Wisdom Spirit Realm, broke away from the spirit level, until all the ghosts in his body were scattered.

Bang.

There seemed to be a crisp sound in the space.

The ghost snake collapsed directly.

The sky became clear.

The surrounding environment has also changed from a dark courtyard to the backyard of the Rejuvenation Pavilion.

Everywhere, it was covered with dried medicinal herbs.

The cacophony of the streets outside echoed.

It's as if it appeared before, everything is an illusion.

Except for the red blood at the corner of Qin Hong's mouth.

and a hideous expression.

"You, what have you done?"

"Eighty years, a full eighty years of penance!"

"My cultivation!"

Qin Hong seemed to be ten years old for a while.

The original black hair turned gray in an instant, and the skin on the face also became extremely shriveled.

"Is it so important to live?"

Chen Wen looked at Qin Hong.

"Of course, when people die, there's nothing left!" Qin Hong looked at Chen Wen tremblingly:

"You can live hundreds, thousands of years, and me?"

"My childhood friends have infinite scenery, but I don't even have the qualifications to be green leaves for them!"

"No, originally, I had a chance, if you were willing to teach me, how could I become like this!"

"I know, you must have an evil cultivation method in your hands!"

Hearing Qin Hong's question, Chen Wen didn't know how to answer for a while.

Indeed, there are many evil cultivation exercises in the classics that Master left to him.

Each one, compared to Qin Hong's cultivation of the Ghost Command, I don't know how many times more sophisticated.

Once, Chen Wen really considered the idea of teaching Qin Hong's evil law.

It's just that after browsing those evil cultivation exercises, he dispelled this thought.

Because of those evil cultivation exercises, the level of harming the heavens and harming reason is ten thousand times more prosperous than the ghost fight.

Even if it's just to look at the methods described there.

Chen Wen will feel chills all over his body.