Looking at the three black-clothed Dao people in the Ghost Immortal Realm in mid-air, as well as the three-headed corpse emperor around them, the monkey's eyes couldn't help but show endless contempt in the depths of their eyes.

"A group of demons who don't enter the stream, bah, eat me and roar!"

I saw the monkey take a deep breath, and then let out a loud roar when he looked up to the sky.

The sound is like thunder, earth-shattering!

Suddenly, the monkey's blood suddenly exploded, and the mighty blood was masculine, like a round of scorching sun rising between heaven and earth!

When the immortals roared, the ghosts and gods were terrified!

This terrifying blood qi like the scorching sun is the natural nemesis of these corpse refining evil creatures.

A loud roar shook out, and the three-headed corpse emperor immediately trembled violently, and then fell directly on the head like dumplings.

In the blink of an eye, the three corpse emperors condensed by the witch ghost dao ghost immortals were all yelled to death by the monkeys.

Even the three black-clothed Dao people in the realm of ghosts and immortals were completely scattered on the spot under this majestic roar.

At this moment, the terrifying horror of the monkey, a martial arts immortal, instantly shocked all the witch and ghost Dao people in the Heavenly Witch City below.

Killing three ghost immortal cultivators with a roar, what a terrifying cultivation strength this is.

The fall of the three Ghost Immortal Realm Dao masters made the real powerhouses in Heavenly Witch City finally unable to sit still.

"Where is the master, driving to the Heavenly Peerless Mountain?"

With a strong qi and blood like beacon fire and wolf smoke, it rose up, and only a loud shout was heard.

Immediately, a monk appeared on the tower of Tianwu City.

Although the monk's hair was not shaved, a layer of black slag grew on it.

However, the scar can be seen faintly, and it is a real monk.

This monk has a red face, big hands and feet, a burly figure, big ears, and seems to be half old in his forties and fifties.

He was wearing a black gold robe, and between his actions, he flashed like lightning, his fists were violent, like a dragon and a tiger roaring, and his energy seemed to be endless.

Seeing the appearance of this monk, a flash of surprise flashed in the depths of Zhou Chen's eyes.

The strong cultivation of the peak of the martial saint, and it is also the image of a monk.

If nothing else, the monk in front of him should be the forbearance monk among the survivors of the Great Zen Temple in the past.

Now that the monk has been found, the treasure of the Great Zen Temple, the Qiankun cloth bag, can almost be regarded as Zhou Chen's bag.

Without any hesitation or hesitation, Zhou Chen even commanded the monkey and said, "Wu, capture that monk!" ”

The monkey naturally would not go against Zhou Chen's wishes, and he immediately replied: "Obey the master's orders!" ”

As soon as the words in his mouth fell, the monkey fell directly from the sky and rushed directly towards the monk at the tower of Tianwu City.

Just when the monkey and the person who was suspected of being a ninja monk were about to fight, something changed again in Tianwu City.

I saw a dark cloud rising from the city quickly and swept straight towards Zhou Chen.

In that dark cloud, an equally black and thin Taoist faintly appeared.

A banner painted with talismans fluttered around the Taoist priest.

The flag is the size of a palm and has a triangular shape.

I don't know what the texture of the Ling Qi is, but between the shaking, it slowly emitted a few black yin winds, wrapping the body of the black thin Taoist priest and flying into the air.

"That is Yu Wutong, the sect master of the Witch Ghost Dao? And his magic weapon, the Ten Thousand Ghost Order Flag? ”

Referring to the information explained by the previous Witch Ghost Dao disciple, Zhou Chen directly recognized the origin of the black and thin Daoist who had just flown up, as well as the name of the magic weapon in his hand.

This magic weapon was cultivated by countless Yin Spirits condensed on it, and every seven days, it had to be fed with a large amount of blood.

With the power of these yin souls, Yu Wutong can fly without the help of other people's power and wander the eight desolations and four poles.

Zhou Chen didn't care much about the Ten Thousand Ghost Lingqi of that Laoshizi, what he was interested in was the big bag on the back of the Witch Ghost Dao Sect Master, Yu Wutong.

The pocket was not silky or linen, and the color was strange, as if it were leather, but it was not the skin of any kind of animal.

At a glance, Zhou Chen immediately saw that the material of the cloth bag must be made of human skin!

The big bag was tightly tied with a rope that seemed to be tendons, and it didn't seem to be the tendons of animals, but the tendons of people.

A huge trace of pure yang power faintly overflowed from the pocket.

This trace of pure yang power was the pure yang aura that Zhou Chen had sensed outside the cave world before.

There is no doubt that the big bag on Yu Wutong's back is the treasure of the Great Zen Temple, the Qiankun cloth bag.

But where is this cloth bag? The material of this pocket is clearly human skin!

This human skin, even if it is the skin of a martial saint, does not have this appearance, only the skin of a martial artist immortal can be like this.

Zhou Chen didn't pay much attention to the material of the Qiankun cloth bag.

What he cares about is just the inheritance of the Great Zen Temple stored in the Qiankun cloth bag.

As long as the inheritance of the Great Zen Temple can be collected, what kind of skin does Zhou Chen have to care about what kind of leather the Qiankun cloth bag is made of?

With a single thought, Zhou Chen did not hesitate to condense a giant hand of vitality in the void in front of him, and then directly grabbed it towards Yu Wutong, the sect master of the Witch Ghost Dao.

The Qiankun cloth bag of the Great Zen Temple, this is the treasure that Zhou Chen is determined to obtain.

At the same time, Yu Wutong's means of opposing the enemy were also revealed.

I saw that the dark cloud trembled slightly, and a full five corpse emperors appeared out of thin air beside Yu Wutong.

The wings of the golden wings flew up and down, and the five corpse emperors with golden flesh crowns suddenly spewed out a golden pill with golden light from their mouths.

As soon as these golden pills touched the giant hand of Yuan Qi that Zhou Chen had condensed, they immediately exploded completely.

Immediately afterwards, those golden pills shattered and evolved into dozens of sharp golden sword qi, cutting everywhere, in a vain attempt to cut and wear out Zhou Chen's Yuan Qi giant hand.

However, how terrifying and terrifying Zhou Chen's cultivation strength is, how can it be compared to Yu Wutong, a ghost immortal who has not even survived a thunderstorm?

The divine thought suddenly moved, and the giant hand of vitality suddenly rose tenfold against the storm.

Then he directly connected those golden sword qi to the five corpse emperors, and wiped them together into nothingness.

With a move of raising his hand, the giant hand of vitality once again grabbed it at an extremely fast speed, and grabbed Yu Wutong into the palm of his hand with one hand.