The Nether Ghost thought about it again, this is not right, even if it is a Xuanqing real person?

It's just a wisp of his consciousness, he borrowed Ye Zhengyang's body, and he couldn't even use one-fifth of the usual means, so what was there to be afraid of.

This powerful spell like this magic technique does have its shortcomings.

There is no flawless magic in the world, and the magic of divine fighting can bring a powerful consciousness to oneself, and sometimes it may be able to bring a wisp of the soul of the true god to oneself.

The key still depends on chance and luck, it depends on what kind of place Ye Zhengyang is in, generally speaking, if there is any powerful existence nearby, Ye Zhengyang will invite something to come up.

However, Ye Zhengyang never thought that he would invite his master's consciousness to himself.

This is completely impossible for Ye Zhengyang.

But it happened without warning.

At this moment, the Netherworld Ghost thought that the shortcoming of this divine fighting technique was that it was unable to bring out all the energy of that powerful consciousness.

After all, Ye Zhengyang's cultivation was there, and with his current cultivation, he couldn't accommodate such a powerful consciousness of Xuanqing Zhenren at all.

Moreover, Ye Zhengyang is a living person after all, and no matter how powerful his consciousness is, he cannot fully fit with Ye Zhengyang's body in a short period of time, and he will inevitably be subject to many restrictions.

In this way, the Netherworld Ghost thought that even if Xuanqing Zhenren was really possessed by Ye Zhengyang's body, it would be a little stronger than before, and it was completely within his control, so the Netherworld Ghost only hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and pounced towards Ye Zhengyang at this time with his double knives.

In this fight, the ghost ghost knew the power of the consciousness that was possessed by Ye Zhengyang at this moment.

The other party is also the most basic cultivation method used, the most ordinary Tiangang Demon Sword.

But one move and one style are completely different from the previous Ye Zhengyang, a mediocre sword stabs out, everything is so natural and in line with the Tao.

This is the comprehension of swordsmanship that has reached a realm of returning to the basics, so that such ordinary swordsmanship can be brought into play a supreme realm of power.

As soon as the ghost ghost made a few moves, he was blocked by Ye Zhengyang at this time with swordsmanship, and he suddenly felt that there was a lot of danger in the murderous space.

The Netherworld Ghost felt that Ye Zhengyang's sword was always able to stab at an incredible angle, often making him unable to guard against it.

How could there be such a magical swordsmanship in this world!

In just three or five rounds, the Netherworld Ghost broke out in a cold sweat.

After two or three more moves, he couldn't hold the double knives in his hands, and was almost picked up by Ye Zhengyang's Demon Sword.

The ghost is confused, and the knife technique is also

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followed the chaos, and after a few more moves, I saw that Xuanqing Zhenren, who was attached to Ye Zhengyang, stabbed out a sword again, and the ghost of the ghost stretched out his double swords to resist.

However, the Xuanqing Zhenren who was attached to Ye Zhengyang's body suddenly changed the trajectory of the sword halfway through, and stabbed towards the heart of the Netherworld Ghost at an extremely tricky angle.

The ghost ghost was horrified in his heart, and hurriedly dodged to the side, but he was still a step too late, and his shoulder was slashed by the Demon Sword, and a bloody cut more than ten centimeters long suddenly appeared on his shoulder, and the blood was dripping and flowing out.

This time, the ghost suffered a big loss, and hurriedly jumped to the side, panting heavily, looking at Ye Zhengyang at this time, his eyes were full of deep fear.

And Xuanqing Zhenren, who was attached to Ye Zhengyang, did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, just stood where he was just now, looked at the Netherworld Ghost with a smile, and said, "What? Have you tried out who I am? ”

"Y-Are you really the consciousness of a Xuanqing Zhenren? Are you really dead? ”

The ghost ghost looked at Ye Zhengyang at this time, a little surprised, and a little frightened.

"Fart!"

Hearing this, Ye Zhengyang suddenly jumped up and shouted: "Even if you die, my old man will not die, and you dare to curse me!" ”

Xuanqing Zhenren, who was attached to Ye Zhengyang, became angrier and angrier the more he spoke, and he was already on the verge of rage.

Seeing Xuanqing's real appearance, the Netherworld Ghost continued to ask, "If you weren't dead, how could you be summoned by someone using the Divine Fighting Technique?" ”

"You can't control this, my Xuanqing Zhenren's apprentice is not something anyone who wants to kill him, he must pass the poor road level."

Xuanqing Zhenren smiled slightly and said, "Although your Netherworld Ghost Sect's cultivation is far from mine, you are also a figure who has been famous for decades, and you actually bullied such a closed disciple who has just come out of the rivers and lakes, and you are not afraid of people laughing at it. ”

"In the past, you did a lot of evil, killed countless people, that is the poor road did not touch you, today it fell into my hands, you can only consider yourself unlucky, just said to let you go, you didn't listen, now don't blame the poor road for being ruthless!"

At this time, the real person who was attached to Ye Zhengyang's body looked the same as Ye Zhengyang when he smiled, and even his eyes were almost the same.

Ye Zhengyang's usual smile and cheek are intentionally or unintentionally imitating the appearance of Xuanqing's real person.

"Xuanqing Lao'er, you are just a wisp of consciousness that has descended on this kid, if it is your own deity, I may be a little scared, turn around and run."

The Nether said, "But you think you can really kill me now?" ”

"The old man has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for decades, and the nickname of this ghostly ghost is not in vain, so I will let you see my methods today."

I saw that the face of the ghost ghost turned pale, and he quickly pinched a few tricks, and there were words in his mouth, and the surrounding Qi field fluctuated again

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Get up.

The Xuanqing Zhenren who was attached to Ye Zhengyang's body did not stop the Nether Ghost from casting spells, but wanted to see what else he could do.

This is the so-called daring of the artist.

In a moment, I could only hear a loud "boom" from the wall not far away, breaking a large gap.

Immediately afterwards, a behemoth suddenly broke free from the wall and jumped towards the Netherworld.

Xuanqing Zhenren, who was attached to Ye Zhengyang's body, suddenly looked abrupt, and the faint smile on his face disappeared.

I only heard Xuanqing Zhenren say: "Boy, I can't support it, this thing can only be dealt with by you." ”

As soon as Xuan Qing's real voice fell, a golden mang flew out of Ye Zhengyang's body and shot into the distance.

"Hey, hey, hey..............."

Seeing that Xuanqing Zhenren said to leave, Ye Zhengyang hurriedly shouted, but Xuanqing Zhenren had no intention of returning at all.

"Damn, old fellow, I still have something to ask you, so you left in such a hurry!"

Ye Zhengyang had just finished scolding, when he saw the behemoth next to the ghost, and immediately scolded again: "Old bastard, pit me again!" ”

I saw that the behemoth that was sealed on the wall was a foot tall, its body was shining with silver light, and it could shine in the dark night, its head was as big as a bucket, its eyes were flashing with coldness, and four large fangs were baring out of its lips.

When the thing jumped up to the Nether's side, it suddenly let out a corpse roar, and the entire basement shook slightly, and its ears buzzed.

"Silver Armor!"

Seeing this behemoth, Ye Zhengyang couldn't help but gasp and blurted out.

"Hey, the kid has good eyesight, and he actually recognized the evil silver armor corpse that the old man sacrificed and refined at a glance."

The ghost ghost smiled gloomily and said with some smugness.

"Why are you hiding this here, and for what purpose?"

Ye Zhengyang asked.

"You don't care what I use, the use now is to kill you!"

The ghost screamed angrily, pinched his hands at the same time, and the silver-armored corpse shook immediately, jumped seven or eight meters away in one step, and arrived at Ye Zhengyang's side in an instant.

Then he stretched out a pair of silver claws and grabbed Ye Zhengyang's chest.

This silver armor corpse is not trivial, it is definitely the best among zombies, only the ancient generals, who died unjustly, will turn into a silver armor corpse, with infinite power and invulnerability!

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