The head of the white snake suddenly stood up, and after the jasper-like snake pupils glanced at Lin Qingyi, it turned into a silver sheath sword and fell into Pan Yang's hand, but Lin Qingyi recognized it at once this time:

"White Snake Sword?

"This is our Qingcheng's Zhenfang Divine Sword White Snake Sword, I have always only heard of its name but not its sword, why is it in your hands?

"That's right! You were originally a person from Qingcheng when you were in the Yang Realm, but you didn't expect to be refined by you! ”

After Lin Qingyi figured it out, he sighed with emotion: "Even the Zhen Sect Divine Sword has been refined by you, and I am convinced by my junior brother!"

"Qingcheng Thirty-six Tiangang, there must be a place for you!"

"Senior sister, only you know about this matter, don't mention it to the ghost!" Pan Yang found that he was sloppy, the White Snake Sword was indeed not swaggering in the Yang Realm, but it was very eye-catching in the Netherworld, especially when he was in Qingcheng, there were too many people in Qingcheng who recognized the White Snake Sword, and he put the White Snake Sword in his big sleeve:

"I don't want to make it public for the time being, if I wasn't in a hurry just now, I wouldn't take the sword out."

Lin Qingyi's cheeks sparkled when he said this: "Knowing my junior brother, I will keep it a secret." ”

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

A big golden hook hooked Pan Yang's neck with lightning speed, and the big hook even changed shape, and immediately closed into a golden ring after hooking Pan Yang's neck!

"Don't move!" The sound of an urn coming from a strange mouth shrouded in black smoke:

"Die if you move!"

Pan Yang was taken aback: Aren't you frozen by my ghost?

Lin Qingyi didn't dare to move, but he also exclaimed when he saw the big golden hook:

"[Ruyi Golden Hook]?

"You are the younger brother of the Mighty Ghost King, the Ruyi Ghost King!"

"Fart!" The sound of the urn was furious, and now that he had been recognized, he no longer hid it, and directly dispersed the black smoke that enveloped his body, revealing his true face of Lushan!

Originally, there was black smoke shrouded and people thought he was a big man, but after the black smoke was dispersed, he was a black, thin, short and small shriveled man, looking at him dressed like a Taoist priest, and he looked like a person, but there was a pair of pitch-black horns on the top of his head, and his face was as red as a flame!

The horned man glared at Lin Qingyi angrily: "What a wishful ghost king!" Poor people are called Ruyi true immortals!

"Now that you have recognized your identity, you all go and die!"

At the same time, the Ruyi Ghost King twisted the Ruyi Golden Hook that locked Pan Yang's neck, and planned to screw Pan Yang's head off, but what surprised him was that Pan Yang's body lit up with sword light in an instant!

Pan Yang seemed to be incarnated into a round of bright moon, blooming with ten thousand sword lights!

"Boom-"

The Ruyi golden hook that locked Pan Yang's neck was actually crushed into powder in this ten thousand sword lights!

Also being crushed into powder is one of the arms of the Ruyi Ghost King, this is still the Ruyi Ghost King saw the opportunity quickly, and the strong man broke his arm, otherwise even he would not be able to escape! The Ruyi Ghost King's face turned green: "Sword Light Talisman!"

"A lot of Sword Light Talismans! You're just a true disciple, how can you have so many Sword Light Talismans! ”

"That's it? That's it? Pan Yang directly despised the Ruyi Ghost King: "At this level, you are embarrassed to be called the Ghost King?" ”

He also thought that the Ruyi Ghost King was called the Ghost King, and he inspired all the "Sword Light Talismans" at once!

There are not many stocks, only a dozen or so, although they are all "Sword Light Talismans" with his father's ten successful husbands, but Pan Yang is worried that it is not enough. After all, he had fought with the clone of the ghost king of Montenegro, and he knew how capable the ghost king was.

However, just a dozen or so "Sword Light Body Talismans" were superimposed, and they beat the Ruyi Ghost King so embarrassed!

Pan Yang sneered: "Are you a clone?" ”

Lin Qingyi next to him was speechless: How many Sword Light Talismans do you still have? Can you save some face for each of the priceless Sword Light Talismans? Can you save some face for my master?

Wait a minute!

Something doesn't seem right!

Pan Yang suddenly remembered: "The green robe of the inner disciple I am wearing, why do you say that I am a true disciple?"

"Don't you ......?"

It's all over the calf! Said bald mouth! Ruyi Ghost King's face changed, but he heard Pan Yang say the result of his reasoning:

“…… Is it color blindness? ”

Lin Qingyi: "......"

In a moment's stupor, the Ruyi Ghost King hurriedly admitted: "Yes! I'm color blind! It turns out that you are an inner disciple! ”

"I'm kidding you!" Pan Yang smiled and pulled out a handful of five thunder blast talismans, spewing out a large puff of black smoke!

He didn't understand it before, and thought that he had to squirt one by one, but later he realized that he only needed to squirt one big puff.

The five thunderbolts are automatically distributed equally......

"Boom-"

More than a dozen five thunder blasting talismans went straight to the sky like arrows piercing the clouds, and suddenly lightning and thunder roared in the sky!

"Five Thunder Boom Talismans?" The Ruyi Ghost King's face suddenly changed greatly, he originally wanted to fight Pan Yang to the death, but so many Five Thunder Bombardment Talismans made him regain his composure in an instant, and he turned around and ran without hesitation!

In the blink of an eye, the sky was covered with rolling thunderclouds, Pan Yang pointed to the sky and shouted: "Thunder comes, comes and ......."

The Ruyi Ghost King flew away with a gust of yin wind, and he flew very fast, even faster than Pan Yang's original imperial sword flight!

But where can you escape the thunderbolt?

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Purple yin thunder fell from the sky one after another, and slammed into the head of the Ruyi Ghost King!

The Ruyi Ghost King was chopped and fell to the ground after only two hard strokes, followed by one-sided abuse!

Purple thunder slashed him, he was pitch black, scorched on the outside, tender on the inside, rolling on the ground, crying for his father, shouting for his mother, and even dying......

That's it? That's it? Pan Yang is very skeptical about the gold content of his ghost king, this performance is not as good as Fahai!

However, it can't be said that way, after all, his level of doing "Five Thunder Bombardment Talismans" has improved again!

At the very least, a "Five Thunder Boom Top Talisman" can be heard twice!

The little sword rushed up for the first time very obscenely, and swallowed the black smoke that the Ruyi Ghost King was splitting out!

It's as if a sword is going to grab it......

Honghu Jian was very aggrieved and circled around Lin Qingyi, it wanted to grab it, but Lin Qingyi didn't let it......

Lin Qingyi was already shocked and numb at this time: What about the god that was good? Why does he have so much spicy in his hands?

Master, how many other things are you lying to us......

"Rao, spare your life...... Please, please don't suck it......" The Ruyi Ghost King was lying on the ground in black clothes like an African refugee, and begged Pan Yang for mercy with his dying breath: "Suck again, suck again and it will collapse......"

Pan Yang pointed to the sky: "Thunder harvest!" ”

The thunderclouds in the sky dissipated, and several intact "Five Thunder Bombardment Talismans" flew back into Pan Yang's hands, Pan Yang casually put his big sleeve into his hand, walked to the Ruyi Ghost King and squatted down, patting the Ruyi Ghost King's dark face:

"Be lenient in confession, strict in resisting!"