This glance almost made Wei Qingba's soul shattered.

Among the ghost cultivators, many spells are divided into many schools, the powerful and infinite Giant Spirit Sect in southern Xinjiang, the King Kong road that specializes in breaking ten thousand laws, and the ghost cliff mountain with excellent light skills, and the speed of the body is comparable to that of ghosts.

He has excellent body skills, and he has become a monk who is not inferior to the Ghost Cliff Mountain in terms of speed, and at the same time, he has a strong sense of perception and can avoid evil, which is the main reason why he was able to walk out of the 100,000-mile mountain in southern Xinjiang alive and live unharmed until now.

This way, intriguing with those two Taoist boys, he did not forget to take the most remote and remote road, and in the end it was to "lead the king into the urn", find a lonely and uninhabited land, and kill two damn guys.

Now one more person can only be troublesome.

Wei Qingbat's eyes were cold, and he slapped it with one palm.

The shadow of the bat in the sky and the scream, this palm is the ghost cultivation technique of the southern Xinjiang, which contains the attack of the divine soul, and if it is taken by surprise, the monks of the Seven Realms will also be hit.

However, I never expected it.

The "man" standing under the tree, as if he was a little "tired", sat down cross-legged.

With this palm in the air, Wei Qingbat stepped on the branch with both feet, and stretched out one hand to the straightest, and there was still a line of distance from the top of the head of the person under the tree.

The wind is howling.

The Divine Soul attack was like a miss, and there was no response at all.

The old bat's pupils constricted, and he swept over another old tree, staring with great vigilance in the direction he had just been...... The one sitting under the tree was a black-robed Confucian who was not young, he looked a little old, and his aura was so well concealed that at least he couldn't perceive his cultivation realm.

Was it just a coincidence?

Still is......

"Senior, this person is a heinous law-violating ghost cultivator in the Eastern Realm. When Shi Qi saw the middle-aged Confucian scholar, he felt a little incredible, his perception technique seemed to be completely out of order, if he hadn't opened his mouth, he probably wouldn't have noticed it at all...... But looking at this temperament, he doesn't look like a bad guy.

"Ning Yi" smiled at the two Dao Sect disciples and nodded. 、

He rushed all the way from Yangping City, and as soon as he passed through Rakshasa City, he felt a faint yin aura.

If nothing else, it should be a head-on crash into yourself.

Really.

Ning Yi wore the same face as "Jiang Yuxu", looking heroic and upright, at this moment, he deliberately changed his voice with the secret technique of Xinghui, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he said lightly: "Sure enough, it's a ghost cultivator...... Poor Dao knows. ”

He smiled and looked at the old bat.

Wei Qingbat heard a ridiculous joke.

"Do it yourself, or do I come?"

The man in green shirt standing on the tree, waving his sleeves and rolling up his cloak, did not run for his life again, there was not much blood and qi left on his body, and he was just urging the "Soul Flag" at this moment.

The sound of a bat screaming sounds—

"I want all three of you to die here!"

The big sleeves are fluttering.

The old forest set off a monstrous wind, and the fallen leaves flew upside down.

The two Dao Sect disciples looked solemn, Shi Qi stretched out a hand, protected it in front of his junior disciple, and muttered gloomily: "It turned out to be the Eight Realms Ghost Cultivator...... It's so hidden. ”

chased all the way, the old bat was only beaten, and did not fight back, no wonder it was able to resist for so long, it turned out to be a big realm higher than the two of them.

Something went wrong with Daozong's intelligence.

Shi Qi stood silently in front, his sideburns flying.

The Dao Sect Technique does restrain ghost cultivation, and there is a high probability that it can be defeated, but if the other party really has the Blood Sect Supreme Treasure, he can defile his own Haoran righteousness...... Then here, there is no one around, which is an excellent opportunity to fight back.

As soon as he thought of this, Shi Qi's forehead was already in a cold sweat.

His palms were closed, and the wind and thunder whistled and crackled, but it turned out to be just an empty sound, unable to condense and form.

Standing at the head of the tree, the green shirt, the robe fluttered, slipped out of a small pocket flagpole, which he held in the palm of his hand, waved it fiercely in the wind, the flagpole rose against the storm, the sand and rocks flew between the heaven and the earth, and several old branches were broken, together with the trunk, were swept up from the ground and hung in the air.

Shi Qi and his junior brother were almost unsteady on their feet.

The world in front of the two of them shook.

This "Soul Flag" is even more powerful than the "Blood Sect Supreme Treasure" in their cognition, after the sacrifice, they blocked the heaven and earth within a radius of fifty zhang, their own Dao Sect Mind Law could not operate at all, and Xinghui was also suppressed, what "palm thunder", what "righteous qi sword", at this moment, it became a joke!

Out of the corner of Shi Qi's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a figure in a black shirt.

Ning Yi sat under the tree, looking at the green-shirted ghost cultivator who was standing on the top of the tree not far away, waving the flag vigorously, and his eyes lit up a little.

"Conjuring Banner ......"

He muttered to himself.

After the big flag was sacrificed, the yin wind flowed in all directions, whistling continuously, which actually made Ning Yi feel like returning to the bottom of the tomb, the upper and lower sides were dark, and the phantom of countless skulls and heads howled ghosts and wolves.

It's so heavy.

These evil qi are centered on Ning Yi, trying to penetrate into the skin.

It's a pity that Ning Yi's skin, in the half year of Shushan cultivation, has been tempered like King Kong, and when these evil qi hit his clothes, he made a clear sound like a crisp bell shattering, and it continued again and again.

"Lingshan Body Cultivation?" Wei Qingbat's pupils contracted, staring at the middle-aged Confucian who was sitting under the tree, as steady as Mount Tai, and his whole person emitted a faint blue light.

This kind of physique, hard to resist evil qi, this is the "Vajra realm" that only monks who specialize in physical cultivation in Lingshan can do.

That person's hair is thick and has never been shaved, could it be Lingshan Keqing?

The thought had just risen.

There was a sudden tremor under him, and the giant tree under his feet exploded for no reason.

After falling to the ground, Wei Qingbat saw the most unforgettable scene in his life:

After the middle-aged Confucian man got up, he pressed one hand on the body of a huge ancient tree, and then the land fell inch by inch, and the palm of his unattractive "middle-aged man" was raised, and a towering ancient tree was "pulled out".

At this scene, Wei Qingbat's pupils contracted.

In the next moment, a person and a tree collided like this.

The speed is even three points faster than when he was bleeding!

Between the lightning and flint -

Wei Qingbat held a giant flag, it was not hard to shake, nor was it to hide, so he could only grit his teeth and wave the big banner violently, and the skeletons in the sky were surging, at this moment, with himself walking out of southern Xinjiang, refining the lives of nearly a thousand people, and the soul banner treasure condensed with the blood of his heart, the blood-colored light bloomed.

Countless skulls swirled in front of the green-shirted ghost cultivator, condensing like an old bell with white bones.

Ning Yi's face was expressionless, and his palm pressed on the base of the giant tree, and it came in an instant.

The old tree rings the bell!

"Bell" sound!

Wei Qingbat inserted his hands into the flagpole of the spirit banner downward, and then spurted out a large mouthful of blood, just a moment, as if he was hit by a heavy hammer through a thin shirt, if he didn't lose his grip on the big pole, the whole person almost flew out.

The old bell with white bones, the body of the bell was constantly washed by the jet-black evil air flowing down, forming an invisible three-foot barrier.

The ancient wood that came out of the ground was parallel to the ground, like a stout, high-flying crossbow arrow, shattering inch by inch, trying to splash into it, the middle-aged Confucian who was "slowly" moving forward with his palm according to the ancient wood, his face was indifferent, and the other hand was behind his back, and he did not use the second means from beginning to end, just with one body, pushing the white bone bell to move on the ground.

The whole old forest, the leaves are flying.

The old tree that was pressed and pushed by Ning Yi and moved forward slowly, like a burning wick, was pressed out, the white bone bell was already against Wei Qingbat's chest, this Eight Realms ghost changed his posture, his back against the flagpole, and in just a few dozen breaths, it almost took most of his life, and it was very difficult to even breathe at this moment.

The "Conjuring Flag" that had been painstakingly refined, the flag had already been shattered and feathered, and only a cracked flagpole remained.

The old bell condensed from the white bone skull was held down by Ning Yi.

Between the two of them was a white bell with dry bones.

Wei Qingbat, who exhaled a lot and took in little air, was held down by a bell jar and could barely move.

The scene just now stunned the two disciples of the Dao Sect, Shi Qi and the junior disciple stood in place in a daze, never expecting that this black-shirted senior would be so strong.

Ning Yi stretched out a hand and motioned to the two young Dao Sect youths not to approach.

Shi Qixin comprehended, and pulled his junior brother back a few steps.

......

......

The mute in the robe burned.

Within six feet.

At least on either side of the entire bell jar, no sound can be heard.

The green-shirted ghost cultivator was pressed against the flagpole, unable to move, his expression pale, looking at the middle-aged Confucian who was smiling at him.

He thought of what the other party had said at the beginning.

"Do it yourself, or do I come?"

Wei Qingbat's chest had been crushed, his organs were shattered, and the blood dripping from his fingertips in his sleeve robe came from the smashed five internal organs, and this pain was too difficult...... If he could have known the outcome, perhaps he would have chosen to take matters into his own hands.

Ning Yi's voice came.

"I asked, you answered. ”

This voice made Wei Qingbat calm down instantly.

It's not the voice that a middle-aged man should have, but from a rather young man.

At this point, Ning Yi did not hide his original voice.

The green-shirted ghost cultivator laughed miserably, his gaze swept over the edge of Ning Yi's excellent face, he had a keen perception, and he still saw a hint of clue from such a close distance, and the old bat smiled hoarsely: "I'm going to die...... Answer: What's the benefit?"

Then his pupils constricted.

The young man disguised as a "middle-aged Confucian scholar" had an imperceptible glimmer of light slipping out of his sleeve robe, which he keenly captured.

Is that...... Huge number of ...... Daoist Five Thunder Talismans.

What ghost cultivators fear the most is the Five Thunder Fu.

"Are you from the Taoist Sect?" Wei Qingbat's forehead bulged.

Ning Yi shook his head and said, "No." ”

"The Five Thunder Talismans just now, I believe you have also seen it, what is the benefit of your answer, I don't know, but if you don't answer, I will always have a way to make you answer. Ning Yi smiled and said: "The Soul Refining Sect has an extremely vicious technique, called 'Soul Searching', if I use it, not only will you be worse than dead, but you will also become an idiot." ”

The green-shirted ghost Xiu hesitated slightly.

"Don't believe me?"

Ning Yi smiled slightly, and his mind pierced away.

In the past six months, Ning Yi has been contemplating every day, and the Divine Soul Technique has reached an extremely high level, and this blow to the Divine Mind has not used the technique, but it is by no means something that ordinary Eight Realm cultivators can withstand.

In the next moment, a large mouthful of blood splashed out of the bell jar, and Wei Qingbat's eyes turned white, and he was hit hard by Shen Nian...... His mind was scarlet, he spit out a large piece of flesh and blood, and quickly raised his head, his hair was scattered, and his voice was extremely miserable: "What do you want to ask, I say, I will say it all......"

He really believed.

I have to believe it.

"What is the current situation in the Eastern Realm?" Ning Yi narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

The thin man who was pressed against the bell jar was stunned, and he didn't expect it to be this problem.

Wei Qingbat was in the eighth realm, and he was also a ghost cultivator with a head and a face in the eastern realm, he spoke with difficulty and said frankly: "The eastern realm is very chaotic...... But you also know the seniors...... The East has been chaotic. ”

Ning Yi frowned and said, "Who is the current owner of Liuli Mountain?" ”

"Yes, of course...... Mr. Ganlu ...... "Speaking of the owner of Liuli Mountain, Wei Qingbat carefully used the "honorific", and he said with difficulty: "But there seems to be something really wrong with Liuli Mountain...... Recently, there have been three disasters and four catastrophes, and the frequency of travel is very high...... And it's been a long time since I've seen Mr. Ganlu...... Now in the entire eastern realm, there are more and more ghost cultivators on the top of the self-standing mountain, and the eastern realm lotus flower doesn't seem to want to care, the glazed mountain is fifty miles away, and there is a black smoke miasma, and there is a tendency to spread. ”

Ning Yi didn't speak again.

Han Yue was pressed at the bottom of the glazed mountain, this news has not even come out, the ordinary monks in the eastern realm do not know, but the major holy mountains must know.

If it weren't for the three calamities and four calamities, the glazed mountain of ghost cultivation would probably be destroyed in civil strife.

But the eastern realm is as he expected, it is completely chaotic at the moment, Li Baijing, who is sitting on the lotus flower in the eastern realm, without the assistance of Han Yue, is now busy negotiating relations with the major holy mountains, re-wooing the camp, and the ancestor of the West Sea took action to kill Han Yue, this information is enough to make other holy mountains no longer have to be afraid of the deterrence brought by the word "nectar".

There are no eternal allies, only eternal interests.

Where does Li Baijing have the kung fu to take care of the ordinary people who have been poisoned by ghost cultivation in the east, originally there is no grass within a radius of ten miles from the top of the glazed mountain, and the ghost cultivation is working under the hands of Ganlu, which can be regarded as somewhat restrained, but now the situation is different, fifty miles of black smoke and miasma, and then look down, when Li Baijing reunites with the camp, the cannibalism of ghost cultivation has spread to half of the eastern territory.

......

......

Wei Qingbat didn't lie.

After finishing speaking, he carefully looked at Ning Yi's expression.

In his sleeve robe, a pale cyan glow slowly lit up.

This treacherous and cunning bat ghost cultivator silently gathered his only remaining blood, and at the same time vigilantly paid attention to the other party's complexion.

The "middle-aged Confucian scholar" seemed to fall into silence, looking at it like this, as if he was thinking deeply.

"It's not easy to ...... ghost cultivation"

A moment later, such a sentence burst out of the man's mouth.

Wei Qingbat hurriedly smiled: "Yes, yes......"

Ning Yimu said: "You killed nearly a thousand people, right? There are babies, women, and old people. ”

The previous sentence is a question.

The latter sentence is not a question, but a firm tone, with a hint of hatred in it.

The entire white bone bell is made up of countless skulls condensed, one by one, the flesh and blood are blurred, but the facial features are distinct.

Wei Qingbat's smile froze instantly, and his face was stunned.

Ning Yi stretched out a punch through a bell jar and smashed it out.

The white bone bell jar turned into powder inch by inch.

The green-shirted bat ghost cultivator was directly beaten to the point of divine annihilation.

Ning Yi took a step forward, pulled out the "Soul Flag" inserted in the ground, there was a trace of guilt in his eyes, and muttered softly: "You guys, ...... free"

The creatures refined by the spirit banner are not considered dead, and a wisp of consciousness rolls in the gloom, and there will be no peace forever.

If there really are six realms of reincarnation, then they are not allowed to enter reincarnation, they can only be trapped in the flag, and they cannot be reborn.

At this moment, Ning Yi rubbed the big pole of the "Soul Flag" with both hands.

In an instant, the big rod turned into powder.

The remote old forest, the resentment in the sky is dispersed, and it is as rich as a cloud.

Ning Yi raised his head, he practiced the introduction of the Daoist Sect's Zixuan Heart Sutra, and when he was meditating in the heavenly capital, he also copied the Taoist scriptures, and read it softly at this moment.

Yin Qi gradually has a tendency to disperse.

The two Daoist disciples, seeing this scene, mourned in their hearts, followed behind Ning Yi, and softly chanted the Daoist ancient scrolls, which could be regarded as a transcendent undead.

The baby's cry becomes quieter.

In the end, there was silence, and there was no more sound.