"Golden Dragon King?" Mei exclaimed, because of fear, the speed of the chain in his hand suddenly accelerated, and the coercion rolled in, and a lot of ghost qi in his body was mobilized, as if the ghost qi was as vast as the sea.

Even if the chains in his hands are as strong as they are, they can't break through the Golden Dragon King's impregnable defenses after all.

Turn defense into offense!

Yang Jiuyang grabbed a trace of the charm's flaw, turned the golden dragon sword, and stabbed towards the ghost's ghost gate. Caught off guard, the golden dragon sword in Yang Jiuyang's hand was only a few inches away from her ghost gate.

"Get out of here!" Wei scolded angrily, and slapped his palm towards Yang Jiuyang, who came from the sword.

Whew-

A gust of wind whistled, and the huge palm sliced through the void, and it took less than a blink of an eye to quietly arrive.

Feeling a strong killing intent coming from the left side, Yang Jiuyang reflexively stabbed his sword towards the menacing giant palm.

Bang!

The giant palm shattered, but the sword momentum was still mighty. Lingwei scattered in the surrounding space, startling a ripple like a water wave.

Charm seized this gap, waved the chain and pulled it out, the speed was faster than the speed of sound, and before the sound of the sonic boom sounded, the chain descended like a ghost.

"Be careful!" Mao Zheng stepped forward, the speed was faster than the speed of the chain, turning into a blue light, and when the chain was about to fall, the giant sword blocked.

Boom!

The chains fell, accompanied by a burst of "clanging" collisions, the sword body of the Wujiu sword trembled, and the sound of the sword continued to roar.

"Old man, I'll fight with you!" Mao Zheng had a look of fighting intent on his face, and held the Wujiu Sword tighter, and the momentum of "everything in the world, one sword is enough" filled every Jiufu monk, including ...... Glamorous Spirit.

This sword momentum......

Yang Jiuyang's eyes also lit up, and he was attracted by this sword momentum. Even if he himself does not possess this sword power, "everything in the world, one sword is enough"?

These five words are Yang Jiuyang's inner evaluation of the sword momentum......

"Tie the Huangquan Ghost Seal!" said in a loud voice, and then stepped aside, standing in his own position, and exerting his own ghost qi according to the method of the Huangquan Ghost Seal.

"If you don't retreat, you will be the one who dies today! If you retreat, you may be able to survive today!" Mei said in a cold voice, as if he was angry that Mao Zheng blocked the fatal blow for Yang Jiuyang, and the anger in his heart was all mixed with this Huangquan ghost seal.

"You threaten me?" Mao Zheng said with a smile hidden in his knife, sounding faint, but hiding endless killing intent.

"Threat, I can't talk about it!" Mei said coldly, although she said so, the meaning of that tone was very obvious: I am threatening you!

"What, aren't you threatening me?" Mao Zheng didn't want to save any face for them.

"Will you let me?"

"Mei, what nonsense are you talking about with him? Wouldn't it be better to kill him together?" Although the ghosts were fearless on the surface, they knew that this Huangquan ghost seal was also a week away

It can only be cast once, and there is no circuit after it has been cast.

If they can't destroy Yang Jiuyang, then what awaits them is only Yang Jiuyang's torture.

It's ridiculous to think about it, the four ghost kings under the throne of Huangquan Zhenjun were actually forced by the ants they thought were to use this Huangquan ghost seal, and they were afraid that they would lose face among the ghost cultivators of Huangquan Zhenjun.

The cheap fat man really couldn't stand it, and suddenly thought that they had always looked down on the Terran monks, and they wanted to kill them together, how could they take the initiative to ask Mao Zheng to retreat now?

"Aren't you Huangquan Ghost Marks not hurting enough, can you only kill one person?" the fat man said fraudulently, wanting to see how they reacted.

As soon as these words came out, a different color flashed in the eyes of the four ghosts, but they did not show it.

But this discoloration was captured by Mao Zheng, and it was really greasy! Mao Zheng thought to himself, and the next moment he said with a smile: "I'm here, if you have the ability, you can come! Anyway, there are not many more of me." ”

Looking at Mao Zheng's fearless eyes, they couldn't help but wonder if he could see what was going on, right?

"Since that's the case, then you should die!" Seeing Mao Zheng's confident eyes, Mei knew that Mao Zheng had seen through their inner thoughts, and let out a loud shout, taking the initiative to control the Huangquan ghost seal to take a picture.

The Huangquan ghost mark is very strong, crushing the surrounding space and crackling, the momentum is huge, and the power is not small. Being able to kill Yang Jiuyang with one blow is not too much to say.

However, Mao Zheng is not an ordinary person, and he unconsciously has fear in his heart in the face of this Huangquan ghost seal, but he has not lost the intention of resisting, and the Holy Destroying Golden Pill is running wildly, and the power of Saint Destroying is like a surging river.

The heavy sword was held by Mao Zheng at some point, and a wall of water stood up on the ground in front of Mao Zheng, and the impregnable defense was stronger than the Golden Dragon King.

Everyone's hearts were lifted by this scene in their eyes, and they were more praying that Mao Zheng would be able to block this blow, only the Charm Spirit hoped to kill Mao Zheng in an instant, so that Yu Wei could still fight for them some opportunities to escape.

However, it backfired, and the ghost seal of Huangquan, which seemed to be able to tear the heavens and the earth apart, met the defense of the water wall, just like an ant shaking a tree, which seemed so self-defeating.

Bang!

A loud noise came out, and it reverberated for a full ten breaths before it faintly subsided. The blinding light only lasted for ten breaths, and the time faded as the sound faded away.

The wall of water is intact! Mao Zheng was even more unscathed, and the ghosts were all dumbfounded, who would have thought that such an insignificant wall of water defense would be able to block his own Huangquan ghost mark.

In an instant, the ghost qi was lacking, and they could no longer support their bodies, so they sat down one by one, even if they didn't want to do so in their hearts, they couldn't lift up any strength.

"Is it time for me to threaten you now?" Mao Zhengbei smiled, like a smile

It's mocking how weak they are.

Even if they had the heart to refute, their bodies couldn't muster the slightest strength, as if an ordinary person could wipe them out with a knife.

"Your reputation in the underworld is not small, and I don't want to ruin your reputation. Although Mao Zheng has no fear of the charm in his heart, he still has a sense of awe.

Perhaps this awe is not because of the four of them, but the Huangquan Zhenjun behind them. If the True Monarch of Huangquan really came, then they would definitely be unable to escape.

Even if the black shadow didn't kill them, this Huangquan True Monarch would definitely send a ghost here......

In order not to be so troublesome, it is better to sell them a face, so that both parties will not suffer, but it can also save a lot of trouble.

"Hades? Mao Zheng has heard of them when he has been to Hades. The fat man asked in his heart, but soon came up with an answer that he thought was more reasonable, maybe he went to the underworld before he came to the fairy world.

And this is called walking yin, the fat man has heard of it in an ancestral Taoist canon, but he has never had the slightest chance to show it in the fairy world.

"A human race monk has even heard of the name of our Ghost Spirit?" finally gave birth to a trace of strength, and with anger, the dragon said.

"Why? Don't believe it?" Mao Zheng took out his divine official order, put it in front of their eyes and shook it, the spiritual light above the divine official order flickered, it was obviously a divine official order unique to the underworld.

"Divine Official Order, how can you have such a thing? Could it be that you are not a Terran monk in the Immortal Realm?" Wei said in surprise, not expecting that there was still a Divine Official Decree in the Immortal Realm, and he couldn't help but be a little stunned.

"How can I have? Why did I tell you? All in all, I have a divine official order, and if you move me, you have to think carefully about the existence of Yin Si Di!" Mao Zheng didn't want to talk nonsense with them, so he put it away and put it in the Kunlun mirror after lighting up the divine official order.

After seeing Mao Zheng's divine official order, the original angry emotions of the ghost spirit disappeared in an instant, who would dare to move this priest of the Yin Division? Except for Huangquan Zhenjun, it is estimated that no ghost cultivator will dare to attack the priest of the Yin Division.

"Tell Huangquan Zhenjun that if he is free in the future, I will definitely come to visit. By the way, you hurry up and remove that bone-possessing ghost fire, I don't want my brother to end up blind!"

The identity of this priest is extremely mixed in the underworld, even if it is Huangquan Zhenjun, he does not dare to slaughter the official easily, let alone the four ghost kings under the seat.

Who knew that there was a priest of the Yin Division in this fairy world? The sphere of influence of this Yin Division is too great, right?

All that the Charm Spirit had in mind was just these few words, but all in all, there was only one sentence, and they would not be able to complete the task of Huangquan Zhenjun today.

However, compared to the slaughter of officials, Huangquan Zhenjun's punishment was more acceptable.

Thinking of this, it was suddenly a little brighter, and most of the heaviness in my heart disappeared, although the pace was slow, I finally retreated to the Yellow Spring.

Not long after they left, Mao Zheng suddenly remembered a question, Huangquan Zhenjun and the ghost king under the throne were in the netherworld, but now they appeared in the fairy world, presumably the netherworld must be the same as the worlds, so ......

Thinking of this, Mao Zheng had a bold idea, but this idea was just a prototype, and Mao Zheng was not too optimistic.

At this time, the cheap fat man came to Mao Zheng, with a touch of color in his eyes, "How can you be a priest......?"

"you, how could I be dead? I can still cast spells when I'm dead? I can't tell you these things clearly, in short, it's just one sentence, I'm a priest!" Mao Zheng could guess what the fat man wanted to say next, and immediately interrupted.

"That's just as well. After knowing that Mao Zheng did not become a ghost clan monk, his whole body was relaxed, and he was not as heavy as just now.

"Go back to Jiufu!" Yang Jiuyang said lightly, it is difficult to guarantee that the movement here will not alarm the black shadow, with their current state, if they encounter a stronger black shadow, it can be said that they are powerless.

Everyone retreated into the Nine Mansions together, and just a few breaths after stepping into the Nine Mansions and starting the barrier, the black shadows rushed towards this side, but they didn't find anyone, only the barrier of the Nine Mansions glowing with spiritual light.

It's dangerous!

Everyone's hearts palpitated and said, if you take a step at night, I am afraid that you will face the attack of the black shadow.

"Today you are one step faster, I don't believe that you have always been able to take a step faster!" the leader of the group of dark shadows snorted, especially disdainful.

The monks in the Nine Mansions completely ignored his words and sat down to recover their own strength.

"Let's go!" the black shadow flicked his sleeves and left the Nine Mansion with a dry black shadow. As for why they didn't fight Jiufu, the most important thing is that they were also afraid.

Just after they left, some people suddenly remembered Le Pucheng and Du Le, and couldn't help but curse and say, "What about those two Zhong horses in the Xiaoyao Palace? Are they waste?

Some people who know the inside story scoffed: "That's not their cowardice, it's their bad luck." You can break your sacral vertebrae just by walking, hahaha!"

Yang Jiuyang didn't interrupt their conversation, on the one hand, because he really hated the two disciples of the Xiaoyao Palace, and on the other hand, the monks of the Nine Mansions now needed to relax.

People like cheap and fat people naturally go where there is excitement, and they immediately integrated into the team of Pu Cheng and Du Le.

(End of chapter)