If she goes to the right, as Bi Fang said, it is an unknown number, and God knows what else awaits her ahead.

At the three-way intersection of the passage on the left, two phantom figures are chasing after me.

"Stinky boy, don't hide if you have the ability. The Guardian Valley Daoist struck out another flash of lightning-like white light.

The unkempt Mu Ran gasped for breath, and once again embarrassed to dodge the aura played by the Daoist of the Horror Valley.

"Bang!"

The white light smashed against the ice wall, and the ice immediately shattered with a crisp sound.

"Old monster, I said that you are also an old bone, no wonder you don't have a son to send you to the end, I'm afraid you just do a lot of bad things on weekdays, so you will not even have a seed. Not only did he not curry favor with him, but he yelled nonsense.

Mu Ran didn't know that the Daoist of the Valley originally had a son and was killed by someone, but at this time, he was reckless, but it really angered the Daoist of the Valley.

"Little bastard, the old man is going to sacrifice you to my Nether Sail today. The Daoist of the Thrilling Valley was stepped on by Mu Ran, and he was furious, and quickly sacrificed the black sail pennant, summoning countless unjust souls and evil ghosts, and attacked Mu Ran.

Mu Ran secretly complained in her heart, flipped her wrist, and took out a steel ring with golden light from the storage money bag.

The steel ring instantly grew larger in his hand, and did not stop changing until it became enough to cover a person.

The yin wind and evil qi came to her face, Mu Ran's face froze, and she quickly raised her hand and put the steel ring in her hand on her waist from her head.

"King Kong Demon Circle?" The eyes of the Daoist of the Valley lit up, and he immediately showed a greedy look, and then he laughed with great joy, and his hands continued to pinch his fingers, and a black shadow poured out from the black sail pennant standing in the air.

This dark shadow is different from those who have been wronged, it has clear outlines, distinct features, and a faintly visible body that is close to a person, not a soul.

He originally wanted to teach Yun Zhongzi a lesson, but now he has changed his original intention.

"Stinky boy, since you are looking for death, the old man will fulfill you. The Daoist of the Valley slanted a glance at Mu Ran, and struck out three palms in a row with both hands in the air.

As if receiving an order, the black shadow rushed towards Mu Ran at lightning speed.

Mu Ran only felt the yin wind roaring, and the air around her seemed to be frozen, suffocating cold.

Before he had time to look, the black shadow swept like a ghost, and he dodged in panic while shooting a three-grade burst charm at the black shadow.

"Boom!"

The burst charm exploded on the black shadow's body, causing the black shadow to pause.

The Daoist of the Horror Valley sneered, his gray robe swayed lightly, and he slapped out another palm in the air.

The black shadow that stopped his body swelled and came to Mu Ran's side at a teleportation speed.

Before he could react, the black shadow reached out and grabbed the Vajra Demon Circle.

The Vajra Demon Circle emitted a dazzling golden light, and when the black shadow's outstretched hand touched the golden light, half of his finger was immediately dissolved by the golden light.

The black shadow did not withdraw his hand, but continued to grasp the Vajra Demon Circle.

At this time, countless unjust souls and evil ghosts had arrived in front of them, and they also crashed towards Mu Ran.

The sound of 'Zizi' continued to sound, and I don't know how many unjust souls and evil ghosts were scattered by the power of the Vajra Demon Circle.

With the decrease of unjust souls and evil ghosts, the golden light of the Vajra Demon Circle gradually faded.

Mu Ran was shocked, she didn't expect that this Nether Sail was so powerful that it was difficult for even a defensive holy weapon to compete with it.

"Click!"

The Vajra Demon Circle let out a warning sound of impending shattering.

The Daoist of the Valley narrowed his eyes, and immediately reached out to summon thousands of unjust souls and evil ghosts.

He didn't want to ruin this hand-rubbing treasure like that.

The yin wind and black qi faded, and before Mu Ran could breathe a sigh of relief, she only felt that her body sank, and the whole person was suddenly unable to move.

Looking up at the Daoist of the Thrilling Valley, seeing that he had a fierce light on his face, I am afraid that he has already killed him at this moment.

It is said that he is also unlucky, after separating from the little girl liar, when he returned to the sect, the sect master assigned him and a few senior brothers to come to the vicinity of Xiao Yu Sect to investigate the disappearance of Sanxiu.

The matter was urgent, and their group came in a hurry, but they continued to investigate for several months, not only did they not find the slightest clue, but the number of missing people continued to increase.

Seeing that the competition between the sects was approaching, several of the other brothers proposed to return to the sect first, and then consider the long term after the competition of the sect was over.

Although he was unwilling, he had to think about the others, so he had to take everyone's opinions and prepare to leave for the next two days.

After explaining to the senior brothers, thinking of returning in vain, his mood was depressed for a while, so he went out alone for a walk, and unconsciously came to the top of the snow-capped mountain.

The top of the snow-capped mountain was no different from usual, it was still white, but the sudden revelation of a trace of demonic energy caught his attention, and it was also the culprit who made him fall here.

Not long after falling here, he met the old monster in front of him, and he just blurted out in surprise: 'Old monster of the Horror Valley, why are you here?', and it evolved into the current posture of not killing the other party and vowing not to give up.

'Poof...... ’

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Mu Ran's mouth.

"Bang!"

The man flew out and smashed against the ice wall.

"Boy, the Sacred Weapon is a terrible thing in your hands. As soon as the Daoist of the Valley grabbed it with his bare hands, the Vajra Demon Circle appeared out of thin air in his hands.

"Vajra Demon Circle, you ....... Mu Ran's eyes were red and she struggled on the ground, involving the wound, and vomited a pool of blood as she spoke.

The Vajra Demon Circle was given to him by the master when he left the sect, and he loved it very much, but now it is not only damaged, but also in the hands of others, and he is ashamed of the master.

"Don't worry, the old man has collected the treasure for you. The Vajra Demon Circle shrank into the size of a bracelet in the hands of the Daoist of the Horror Valley, the Daoist of the Valley, smiled with satisfaction, and then glanced at Mu Ran, who was struggling underground, his face suddenly sank, and he pinched his fingers with both hands to sacrifice the Netherworld Sail, summoning tens of thousands of ghosts and evil ghosts.

Spirits and demons rushed towards Mu Ran, who was lying on the ground and glaring at the Daoist of the Horror Valley.

As a proud disciple of the elders of the Ethereal Sect, Mu Ran's status in the sect is extraordinary, and his eternal lamp is naturally burning in the mound hall of the sect, and his master also has his natal jade plate in his hand.

Therefore, if he died, the elders of the sect would definitely sense it as soon as possible, and would track it down.

The aura of the Daoist of the Valley is too special, even if he destroys all the clues, he will leave clues.

"Hahaha, cough cough cough ......!" The hundred ghosts howled in his ears, Mu Ran stared at the ghosts and evil ghosts rushing towards him, and suddenly laughed wildly, until he laughed until he couldn't stop coughing, and then he restrained his smile and said: "Old monster of Ghost Mountain, Dao Ye, it's not a pity for me to die, but with my life, I won't lose by pulling your entire ghost mountain for a funeral!"

There was no fear on the face of the Daoist of the Valley, and he laughed and said: "Stinky boy, I am afraid that your wishful thinking is about to fail, killing you will not only not affect the prosperity of my ghost mountain, but your master Yun Zhongzi will also thank the old man." ”