Seeing that he really hit the ghost saint Taoist, Zhang Heng was also blinded, isn't this ghost thing an imaginary body, how can he touch it?

Drop, the Ghost Saint Daoist absorbed 50,000 heroic souls. Now that he has achieved a semi-entity, he can naturally encounter it.

Can it really be transformed into an entity? Zhang Heng was secretly surprised. Fortunately, his movements are fast enough, if this ghost saint Dao person has really completed the transformation. I'm afraid he won't be able to deal with him anymore.

After being transformed into an entity, this Soul Binding Array should no longer work.

Since it can be hit, it will be fun, Zhang Heng looked at the ghost saint Taoist who had transformed in front of him, and showed a cheap smile.

What the hell. So many monks have been killed, and they must be taught a good lesson.

The Ghost Saint Daoist had a bad feeling.

Zhang Heng used both left and right hands. The slap rained down on the face of the Ghost Saint Daoist, and even hit his feet when he was excited.

Mu Wanqing looked at Zhang Heng like this. I can't turn a corner all of a sudden.

Just now, Zhang Heng used his own blood to urge the formation array to suppress the evil things, how domineering, but now he is like a second fool. It really stunned her.

At this time, the ghost saint Daoist laughed, and the eerie laughter made everyone creepy.

Zhang Heng was stunned, could it be that the ghost saint Daoist was stupid by him?

"Hehe, hehe, little, even if you can control me, what can you do?

"My strength is recovering little by little, and it won't be long before I recover. I will be able to get out of it. When the time comes, I will kill you all. Especially you little. I'm going to tear you to pieces. "After all, the Ghost Saint used to be a cultivator of the Tribulation Realm, and now he has recovered a lot of cultivation, although Zhang Heng punched and kicked him, he couldn't hurt him.

"Aha, ahahahaha,,," The Ghost Saint Daoist laughed to himself, but the laughter stopped abruptly.

"Well, I'm just a friar. It won't hurt you. Well, you have a physical body now. Well, I guess it will do a job. Zhang Heng sighed, and then said slyly.

Zhang Heng raised his left hand, and a small sword lay peacefully in his hand.

The ghost saint seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly shouted in horror.

"Little brother, let me go, please let me go!"

At this moment he was afraid.

He remembered that these little friars had a powerful attack, and he was a void just now, so that attack could not hurt him. But now he's half-corporeal. That attack would naturally hurt him.

"Spare me, please let me go!"

It is ridiculous that the peerless powerhouse who was in the ascendancy thousands of years ago is now begging him like a dog as a little monk.

You have done many evils, and you have the blood of hundreds of thousands of people on your hands. How can I spare you? ”

Zhang Heng said coldly, and then, a cold light flashed between his eyebrows.

This person must not be released, otherwise the world will be in chaos.

"My heart is like a sword. A loud shout came out of Zhang Heng's mouth.

At this moment, Zhang Heng represents not himself, but the monks of the whole world.

It seems that he has become more connected with the Heart Guard.

This sword represents all the monks who died at the hands of the Ghost Saint Daoist.

In a panicked scream, a generation of strong men, ghost saints, was wiped out.

He died, and at the same time took the lives of 50,000 monks.

Although Zhang Heng won, he couldn't be happy.

Zhang Heng bowed deeply to the tens of thousands of yin souls who escaped from the bodies of the ghost saint Dao people.

Move Wu Hong, Yun Xiaotian, Qi Xuan and the others to a safe place. Zhang Heng looked at this huge formation and looked at it coldly.

More than a dozen sword moves of heart protection were slashed out continuously.

Then he turned around and left, and from then on, there were no more ghosts in the world gathering in the Yin Array.

After taking the pill, Wu Hong and the others meditated and cultivated in a safe place to restore their essence.

(The pill is naturally Wu Hong's own.) Zhang Hengke was reluctant to give them his own. )

At this moment, Zhang Heng and Mu Wanqing returned to the deepest tomb.

Although the ghost saint Daoist died, the ghost cultivation path he left behind. It's for the crooked ways. Do not let others reach it.

So Zhang Heng had to find it all and destroy it all.

Finally, after searching for more than half an hour, Zhang Heng found a lot of messy things left by the ghost saint Dao people, and Zhang Heng didn't bother to watch them, after gathering all those things together.

Zhang Heng urged the fire yuan palm, and after one palm, the fire in the sky burned all the things left by this ghost cultivator into ashes. If it can't be burned, Zhang Heng will put it all away by himself and will find a way to dispose of it in the future.

At this moment, Zhang Heng and Mu Wanqing stood in front of the fire, and their mood finally calmed down.

It's a fire. Say goodbye to the dead monks.

"You, what's your name?" Mu Wanqing looked at Zhang Heng and asked coldly.

This girl is really cold.

Murong Qingxue's personality is mainly indifferent, indifferent and indifferent to everything. And this girl is simply cold, a kind of coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away.

"Under Zhang Heng," Zhang Heng wrote lightly and returned lightly.

After learning Zhang Heng's name, Mu Wanqing didn't say anything more, turned around and left.

Zhang Heng smiled indifferently. The chick has quite a character.

"Wood girl, please wait a minute. Zhang Heng spoke.

"You, there's still something to do," Mu Wanqing turned around and asked suspiciously.

"Meeting is fate, let's give you a gift. Zhang Heng took out an elixir from the space ring and threw it to Mu Wanqing.

"No need," Mu Wanqing said lightly, and then wanted to throw the pill back to Zhang Heng.

"Hey, the main function of this elixir is to repair the scars, if you want to leave a scar on your face forever, you can return it to me. Zhang Heng tilted his head and said to himself.

There was silence for a while. Mu Wanqing bowed lightly to Zhang Heng, and then said, "Thank you." Then he took the elixir and turned to leave.

Even though you have a cold personality, you are a woman after all, and what woman in the world doesn't care about her appearance?

When Mu Wanqing fought with the four stone men who had returned to the Ruin Realm, there were scars all over her body, even on her face. With other healing elixirs, it naturally has the ability to repair. However, the effect is definitely not as good as Zhang Heng's elixir.

A moment later, Zhang Heng joined Wu Hong and the others.

When Wu Hong saw Zhang Heng appear, he hurriedly ran forward and kept groping on him. Anxiously asked, "Boy Zhang Heng, are you okay?"

"Rest assured, Elder Wu, I am not injured. Zhang Heng gave a reassuring smile.

Although this old man has ulterior motives, he really cares about himself, which Zhang Heng understands.

"Yes, boy Zhang Heng. After confirming that Zhang Heng was okay, Wu Hong smiled proudly: "You kid saved so many of us with the power of one person, not bad." ”

Qi Xuan and Yun Xiaotian also bowed to Zhang Heng.

"Brother Zhang, thank you. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang. ”

The other two monks who returned to the Ruins Realm. Although he didn't say anything, he also bowed heavily to Zhang Heng.

Everyone was immersed in the joy of the aftermath of the catastrophe. But Zhang Heng's face was gloomy.

Although the Ghost Saint Daoist is dead, the traps he left in the cemetery are still there. Now there is a steady stream of people coming to this cemetery.

Come to think of it, the number of people dying here will increase, this is a headache, how can we get rid of all these people?