Among this group of strong people, the strength of this ghost clan is not the top, at most it can only be regarded as a middle-level level.

It was naturally fitting for him to come forward and test the depth of this white-haired young man.

Even, this ghost clan didn't care about Jiang Mo at all.

In his opinion, Jiang Mo only relied on his alchemy technique to make Guan Xieqing's eyes increase.

As for martial arts, this little white face is still too far behind.

This ghost clan snorted coldly in his heart, but his action was not slow at all.

Layers of ghost qi rolled in his palm, and then carried a majestic momentum, towards the top of Jiang Mo's head, smashing away.

Looking at that posture, it's really a bit scary.

"Demon Wind Tearing Heart!"

There seemed to be a low cry in his throat.

Seeing this scene, Guan Xie was slightly nervous.

Because he felt that no matter who it was, it was impossible to do two things at once.

Since Jiang Mo is so young and has mastered such a powerful alchemy technique, he will inevitably be abandoned on the way to martial arts.

It's not easy to resist that menacing ghost clan.

"If he is killed on the spot, it will be a pity to have one hand in alchemy!" Guan Xie said silently in his heart.

Originally, he still wanted to make friends with Jiang Mo, and wait until Jiang Mo came out of the Nine Songs Demon Dao, and then teach him some alchemy techniques.

Although the Emperor of Jiuqu did not have very strict requirements for the alchemy technique of Guan Xie, he only needed the elixir he refined to be delicious enough.

However, as an alchemist, how could he not have great ambitions.

Even if he has the Jiuqu Emperor as his backer against evil, he also wants to have more advanced attainments on the way to refining medicine!

The strong people around him all stared at Jiang Mo with a gloating expression.

In their opinion, in the next moment, this little white face would be smashed into a ball of flesh.

"I don't know where you got your courage. You want to do it to me!"

In the face of a ghost clan, Jiang Mo would not have any mercy.

"Imperial Seal!"

In that ghost clan, almost within three zhang of him, Jiang Mo slowly raised his palm.

Wisps of pale golden vitality erupted in his palm, and finally turned into a surging palm print.

Bang!

This palm was struck, as if there were hundreds of afterimages of palm prints, overlapping and endless.

The space along the way shattered inch by inch, and a pitch-black space black hole appeared.

The two martial arts attacks, witnessed by the surrounding powers, slammed into each other with a bang.

In an instant, a loud explosion rang out of the air.

Subsequently, the golden palm print was like a broken bamboo, directly crushing the past, destroying all the way, completely suppressing the 'demon wind heart-tearing hand' of the ghost clan, and turning it into a broken point of light.

Boom!

That's not all, the power of the golden palm print has not diminished much at all, and finally it was fiercely imprinted on the chest of the ghost clan, shattering all his bones.

Poof......

His form, like a broken kite, flew upside down, crashed into a stone wall, and embedded in it.

"Shhh

"It's so strong!"

Seeing this scene, Guan Xie couldn't help but let out an exclamation of surprise.

He didn't expect that Jiang Mo would be able to crush the other party.

After all, the guys who can be sent here to seize the Nine Songs Holy Spring are all masters of one in a hundred.

So easily defeated?

The eyes of the strong people around him gradually became cold, and they all restrained their smiles and stared at Jiang Mo coldly.

"Next, who else wants to challenge me?" After casually suppressing a ghost clan, Jiang Mo said lightly as if he hadn't consumed half of his strength.

The rest of the strong men looked at each other one by one, and then a Terran monk walked out.

This celebrity-like monk of Buddhism, with a rosary around his neck, is extremely burly, and even his skin is faintly glowing with a layer of golden light, which looks very difficult to deal with.

The strength of this Buddhist monk, among these strong people, is estimated to be among the top 20.

"I'll meet you!"

The figure of the Buddhist monk jumped and landed in front of Jiang Mo.

He stepped his feet into the ground, shattering all the stones into powder.

"Descend the dragon and subdue the tiger's palm!"

The Buddhist monk made a loud sound, and then his hands were folded, and around his body, there was a golden light of the Buddha Dao turning.

Immediately after, his hands suddenly bombarded out, and the vast vitality rolled up in the air behind him, turning into a phantom of a dragon and a tiger.

The dragon and tiger's vitality roared up to the sky, unleashing an astonishing coercion.

This time, among the strong people present, almost eighty percent showed fear on their faces.

They were speculating in their hearts that if they faced this Buddhist monk, they would have a few chances of winning.

It's small, I'm afraid.

In this case, the good fortune of the little white face will come to an end.

They didn't believe it, Jiang Mo could still stop this Buddhist monk.

"It's actually the palm method that is cultivated. ”

Jiang Mo raised his eyebrows, revealing a look of surprise.

Immediately, he stretched out his arms and said loudly: "I also use my palm technique to fight against your palm technique." ”

"Look at you and me, who is stronger in the attainments of the palm technique!"

When the words fell, Jiang Mo mobilized the vitality in the meridians, and immediately attacked with both palms one after another.

Nine Dragons Wind Thunder Palm!

In an instant, the cyan dragon-shaped vitality roared out, forming a vast might.

The six green dragon vitality gathered in the palm print, which greatly increased the power of the palm print.

"Hmph, if you want to compete with me, you're still too far away!"

The Buddhist monk snorted coldly.

He has studied the palm technique for nearly a hundred years, and has almost reached the realm of perfection.

Just by virtue of this move, he didn't know how many ghost clan counts he had killed, even the marquis-level ghost clan, he had been shocked.

Therefore, when facing Jiang Mo, he has full confidence.

Thundered!

Not long after his words fell, two surging and vast palm prints suddenly bombarded together.

The two palm prints can be said to have their own momentum.

The palm prints displayed by the Buddhist monk have the momentum of a dragon soaring for nine days and a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests.

However, the palm print that Jiang Mo sacrificed seemed to be able to suppress heaven and earth, splitting mountains and slashing mountains.

Compared with the two, the judgment is superior.

In Jiang Mo's palm print, the green dragon energy contained in it almost destroyed the momentum of the Buddhist monk.

Seeing that he was about to lose, the Buddhist monk bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, which merged into his palm print.

Thundered......

Suddenly, a terrible roar swept across the entire Jiuqutong Valley.

"Boy, fight with me, you're still too tender!"

"This palm print of mine has a lot of potential, and it can devour your attacks. ”

"I'll see how you crack it!"

As if to confirm the words of the Buddhist monk, the palm prints he had made earlier were shattered and condensed again.

It seemed to turn into a black hole, directly wrapping Jiang Mo's green dragon palm print.

From a distance, it seemed as if Jiang Mo's attack had been directly swallowed......

(End of chapter)