"The reincarnation of all beings, the reincarnation of yin and yang, is endless......"

This long street stretches for ten miles without an end, the cold wind roars, and the dust on the street is sprinkled, rolled up and falling. Jinyang City, which used to be the "prosperous capital of the immortal family", has now lost any vitality. In the empty street slowly walked an old monk, so old that he seemed to be dying, but he was the only living person in the city. His thin body was covered with a thin robe, like a fluttering flag in the wind, and it seemed that it could be blown down at any moment.

The monk's mouth always muttered the words "reincarnation of all beings".

Not far in front of him was a petite body, with scattered hair fluttering wildly.

Looking at her from behind, it looks like a dandelion that is about to fly away from the relentless ravages of the wind.

The monk approached and sighed, "Amitabha, donor, look, the innocent people in this city have been killed and injured because of you......

She didn't look back, but responded indifferently: "You are useless to me Amitabha Buddha thousands of times, those who kill people are those ghosts, what do you have to do with me?" ”

The monk said: "The Miaoxi ghost clan has never stepped out of the banks of the Netherworld, if it weren't for the donor chasing all the way, how could they have come here?" ”

She shook her head: "I didn't chase them, and I don't know how to cultivate, I don't know why they are afraid of me......"

The monk said: "That's because you have lived too long, and many things have been forgotten, just like the poor monk, the poor monk can't remember many things." ”

She suddenly turned her head to look at him: "I went to Miaoxi to find my sister, and I only came here to find her......"

"Can the donor tell me what is the surname of this person you are looking for?"

"I've forgotten her name......" she sighed, her head hanging in frustration.

The brown hair began to grow wildly in the air, and the cold frost filled the air, and it was bitterly cold for a hundred miles.

Even on the distant Qingxia Peak, I felt a sudden and penetrating chill at the same time.

At this moment, many disciples of the Wandan Sect were standing upright in the square, not paying attention to this inexplicable chill, because they were waiting for it. In this fight against the ghost clan, the person in charge was Xin Wuji, the master of Yin Wenjian, and none of the other elders were present, and Yin Wenjian, who took over the battle book, also did not appear.

Yun Qianman had already found a safe position with Xiaobei in his arms, that is, standing in the middle of the crowd, there was great strength in more people, and more people were a sense of security.

The Miaoxi Ghost Clan said that it was coming, and the blood cloud in the sky appeared again, and a head slowly poked out of it, which was several times larger than ordinary people.

Those huge eyes emitted a faint firelight, and everywhere they looked, people only felt that their hearts were burned by fire, and they trembled.

Including Yun Qianman, everyone present had never seen the true face of the ghost clan, and they thought that they were calm and calm, and they were not afraid of committing crimes. It's just that I never expected this look, and the gaze of the ghost clan in the air was already terrifying, and I was about to be defeated. Yun Qianman didn't expect this "distant relative" to be so good, so he couldn't help but shrink his neck and looked around at the location of Yin Wenjian.

The head in the air spoke, and the voice was so loud that it was deafening:

"Back then, the ancestor of Wandan took away the Chang Ying Ding from our clan, and the ghost clan has always believed in his word, saying that he will take it after two hundred years, and it will come after two hundred years."

Xin Wuji, who was sitting in the lotus seat, was only a few feet away from the blood cloud, and the old man Xin Chang had a thin face and a sharp face, as if the huge head could be blown away with a slight blow. But he still replied calmly: "The war contract of two hundred years ago is indeed almost here, but it is only about the same, and there is still half a year before the real contract. But even so, since my sect has received the battle letter, it will respond to the battle, so you can call your people out. ”

The head nodded, and a red cloud slowly parted from the huge cloud, and the red cloud gradually dissipated, and a body gradually appeared.

This is a huge fellow, he has all the characteristics of a ghost clan, he is as big as an ox, but his hands and feet are slender and slender; The head is huge, but I don't see that he has a neck, and the whole head is like a ball embedded in the body. On an expressionless, pale face, filled with dark black veins, one of his eyes had no pupils, and was covered with bright red bloodshots.

This ghost clan has not yet cultivated into a virtual body, which is comparable to the cultivation of the eighth layer of Yin Wen Sword Qi Refining.

This is the tacit understanding between the two sides of the decisive battle, since the person engaged in the battle only has the cultivation of the eighth layer of qi refining, the ghost clan will also send the same cultivator to fight.

The other party has already appeared, so wait for Yin Wenjian.

"Ask the sword......," Elder Xin called out with a telephonic technique.

But Yin Wenjian did not appear.

"Apprentice, don't come out soon!"

Yin Wenjian still did not appear, which made the disciples watching the battle below in an uproar.

Yun Qianman remembered the Haikou he boasted about three days ago, and kept saying that he was going to fight ghosts, could it be that now when he saw that this ghost clan was fierce, he was cowardly?

"Ask the sword!" Elder Xin shouted again with his voice transmission, and there was already some shame in his voice.

"Come on, come on...... Yin Wenjian's voice came from afar, and I saw him flying from a distance in a fairy antelope and stopping next to Elder Xin. When he saw the ghost clan in front of him, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva and whispered in Elder Xin's ear, "This, Master...... This is the ghost clan, why doesn't it look like a ghost...... Well, is it too late to regret it now? ”

"Ask the sword, the hundred-year reputation of the Wandan Sect depends on you!"

Elder Xin ignored his pleas for mercy and slapped his hand on the shoulder, and a secret force had pushed him in front of the ghost clan.

"Shoot, boy!"

The ghost clan looked at this weak guy, smiled contemptuously, and pulled out a giant axe from his back, the whole body was as black as ink, and there was a faint momentum.

Yin Wenjian didn't dare to be careless anymore, there was an extra palm-sized Ruyi bead in his hand, and a snake in the bead swam around. This wishful bead has been thrown towards the ghost clan with a snap of his fingers, only to see a snake eye in the air suddenly shine, and a blue and white ripple came into the air, cutting off the head of the ghost clan. At the same time, Yin Wen's sword was only a little on the fairy antelope, and the person went backwards like an arrow from the string. And there was a thud from the head of the fairy antelope, and the huge horns of the coral antelope suddenly shrank to its back, as if it had put on a layer of purple light armor, and rushed towards the ghost clan.

The top is the Ruyi Pearl, and the bottom is the fairy antelope, and the ghost clan has been attacked on both sides.

Although Yin Wen Sword only has the cultivation of the eighth layer of Qi refining, it has already revealed its subtlety with just one blow.

In an instant, the purple light and the black qi intertwined, and the Taotao black qi drawn out of the ghost clan's giant axe fell like a waterfall, and the waves were turbulent.

The confrontation was full of fire.

Yun Qianman, who was watching the battle below, looked a little anxious, although she hated Yin Wenjian very much, but in this duel between her and Xiaobei, Yin Wenjian could not make any mistakes. From a distance, she saw Yin Wenjian leap backwards to ten zhang away, and there was a flying treasure gourd under her feet. However, Yun Qianman was afraid of something, and suddenly a bang came from the air, like the sound of something being crushed.

When he looked at Yin Wen's sword again, he had already spit out a mouthful of thick blood and was crumbling on the treasure gourd.