"This ...... That stone tablet actually has such a terrifying ability!"

Everyone was shocked and couldn't help muttering to themselves.

The terrible scene of a hundred ghosts covering the sky slowly dissipated, and all the evil things were swallowed up by the portals in the sky.

Zhang Muyang's face was extremely ugly, this martial art was derived from the Heavenly Ghost Lingyun Fan, and ordinary monks could only flee for their lives in the face of this move.

And Jiang Mo was able to suppress and subdue all the hundreds of evil things in the fan bones, which was unbelievable in Zhang Muyang's opinion.

"Jiang Mo, the battle between you and me is over here!"

"You release them, from now on, I, Zhang Muyang, will never provoke you again, our well water does not interfere with the river water, how about it?"

The strongest means were suppressed by Jiang Mo, and Zhang Muyang had a retreat in his heart.

"Wouldn't you be too naïve?" Jiang Mo smiled sarcastically.

Does this Zhang Muyang treat everyone else as a fool?

He is obviously at a disadvantage, but at this time he wants to propose a truce, how is it possible?

"Jiang Mo, although that stone tablet of yours can suppress my Heavenly Ghost Lingyun Fan. But don't think that's all I can do. ”

"If you really fight to lose both, wouldn't you let others reap the benefits of the fisherman?"

"When the time comes, it won't be good for you or me!"

I have to say that Zhang Muyang is too cautious.

Jiang Mo was even a little skeptical, with this guy's guts, he dared to go deep into the hinterland of the ghost clan and kill him seven in and seven out?

"It seems that you are mistaken, between us, we will not lose both. ”

"Because, you don't have that qualification yet!"

The corners of Jiang Mo's mouth hooked up a sarcastic smile, and he said slowly: "Or, you admit defeat and leave the Heavenly Ghost Lingyun Fan for me." ”

"Or, I'll fight until you admit defeat, and at that time, maybe you will lose your qualification to compete for the alternate Daozi!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Muyang's face suddenly turned cold.

If he goes to the qualification of the alternate Daozi, then with his background, when and where can he enter the sight of those who are really in power?

"Okay, Jiang Mo. Since you're going to force me, then burn all the jade!"

His voice fell, and he bit the tip of his tongue, spurting out a stream of essence blood and sprinkling it on the Heavenly Ghost Lingyun Fan.

Sneer......

His essence blood melted into the fan bones, and bursts of black mist erupted.

Rumble!

At this moment, behind Jiang Mo, an impermanent phantom more than ten zhang tall suddenly appeared.

The impermanence opened its teeth and claws, its arms became very long, and it grabbed Jiang Mo's chest and abdomen, and its tongue also stretched out, winding towards Jiang Mo's neck.

"Brother Jiang, be careful!"

Yan Chuxue, who was standing behind Jiang Mo, saw this scene, and immediately let out a sigh, the vitality in her right arm was running, and she pulled out the snow python holy bow!

The snow python's holy soul roared, and the bowstring was pulled into the shape of a full moon, and with a whoosh, a crystal arrow about half a foot long and the thickness of a baby's arm burst out.

Inside that arrow, there was a golden energy light cluster running in it, and it contained a very terrifying power!

Rumble!

Under the gaze of many monks, the crystal arrow, like a flash of lightning, bombarded out fiercely.

The spaces along the way were all exploded open, and the energy aftermath generated formed a hurricane here, uprooting the surrounding towering ancient trees.

Zhang Muyang's eyes were cold, he pinched his hands, and the impermanent phantom seemed to be manipulated, and his body shifted violently.

Boom, click!

The crystal arrow shot by Yan Chuxue hit the arm of the Impermanent Phantom, and suddenly its arm surrounded by black gas was bombarded and shattered.

The power of the arrow did not wane, and a whistling wind swept into the earth not far away, blasting it into a huge crater with a radius of a hundred feet.

It can be seen that the power of an arrow shot by Yan Chuxue with all his strength should not be underestimated.

If you are caught off guard, even if you are a two-star Martial Emperor, you will be seriously injured on the spot!

After Yan Chuxue's containment, Jiang Mo took out the time, he slapped his palm on the Huangquan stone stele, and suddenly from inside the stele, dark gray silk threads poured out.

Those silk threads look very slender, but the tenacity is extremely terrifying, and it is estimated that the monks of the Nine Turns Pseudo-Emperor Realm may not be able to cut them off if they use their soldiers to chop on them.

Sneer......

The silk threads swam out, like spiritual snakes, and their targets were all impermanent phantoms.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Muyang's heart jumped slightly, and he seemed to have an ominous premonition.

He hurriedly urged the exercises, his vitality ran all over his body, and his body quickly fled.

"If you want to escape, how can it be so easy?" Jiang Mo smiled coldly, the dark gray silk thread gushing out of the Huangquan stone tablet divided into two ways, all the way towards the impermanent phantom in pursuit, and it had already been entangled.

Impermanence let out a terrible roar, and the dark gray silk thread suppressed this evil thing, and it had a very good effect.

It struggled and broke several threads, but with each thread broke, more threads were added and locked in place.

Call......

Impermanence was wrapped around thousands of dark gray silk threads, as if they were tied up with zongzi, and dragged back to the inside of the Huangquan stele.

On the other hand, those silk threads have caught up with Zhang Muyang.

Zhang Muyang's combat power was far stronger than that impermanent phantom, and he cut many silk threads, but his speed was slowed down because of this.

"Where else do you want to escape?" Jiang Mo snorted coldly, and the dull voice, like rolling thunder, resounded above Zhang Muyang's head.

"Jiang Mo, you want to take my Heavenly Ghost Lingyun Fan, go dream!"

Zhang Muyang gritted his teeth and had the momentum to fight to the death.

"It's a bet between you and me, if you can't afford to lose, don't bet so much!"

"If I were defeated, would you give up the Daozi Seal in my hand?"

Jiang Mo's rhetorical question made Zhang Muyang speechless.

Sou!

The Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword broke through the air, and rows of sharp sword qi were neatly arranged behind Zhang Muyang's retreat, forming a sword wall.

"Zhang Muyang, I dare to guarantee that if you run away again, these sword qi can stab you into a sieve!"

Jiang Mo said coldly, and at the same time, the rows of sword qi seemed to have been mobilized, and they all emitted a piercing sword sound.

Zhang Muyang's face was extremely ugly, and from the wall composed of sword qi, he felt a life-and-death crisis.

"Stay in the green mountains, don't worry about no firewood!"

"When my strength surpasses yours, I will wash away today's shame with my own hands!"

Zhang Muyang was very aware of the current situation and threw the Heavenly Ghost Lingyun Fan at Jiang Mo.

At this moment, the wall of swords slowly disappeared......

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