Although Ye Zhengyang sacrificed the Flame Separation Long Sword, which made the Netherworld Ghost Suo scramble, he knew that even so, he couldn't help the Netherworld Ghost.

With his keen intuition, Ye Zhengyang knew that the Netherworld Ghost Cultivator was extremely strong, and he had to use more powerful means to deter it.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhengyang hurriedly communicated with the strange golden pill in the dantian part when the fire sword was constantly hitting the ghost ghost one after another.

Suddenly, yellow light was released from the golden pill, and in the blink of an eye, it filled the meridians of Ye Zhengyang's body.

At this time, the skin on the surface of Ye Zhengyang's body seemed to be plated with a layer of golden light, as if it was cast in copper.

I saw Ye Zhengyang's hands spread out in front of his chest, and at the same time he shouted: "King Kong subduing demons!" ”

As soon as Ye Zhengyang shouted, his palm was filled with a faint Buddha light, and it slapped at the chest of the ghost.

The Netherworld Ghost is worthy of being a giant who has debuted for many years, although he is trying his best to deal with the Lihuo Long Sword, but his mind is half divided, and he always pays attention to Ye Zhengyang's movements.

At this time, seeing Ye Zhengyang's state, and the big palm that was about to slap his chest, he felt the powerful Buddha power from it, and he was shocked.

"You, are you a Buddha and a monk?"

The Netherworld cried out in horror.

As we all know, cultivators either cultivate the Tao, or cultivate Buddha, or they cultivate ghosts, demons, and demons, all of which are single cultivators.

If you want to cultivate two kinds, you must be amazingly talented, and it is difficult for tens of millions of people to appear one.

Cultivating two kinds, the two energies in the body must reach a balance, and if one is not well controlled, the body will explode and die.

The Netherworld Ghost is a ghost cultivator, who once thought that he could practice demon magic again with his talent, but after more than ten years of hard work, he couldn't succeed, and finally had to give up.

How can I not be surprised to see that Ye Zhengyang can take a double day off from Buddhism today?

Even if he wanted to break his head, he would not have thought that Ye Zhengyang could cultivate Buddhism and Taoism, all thanks to Master Yuanzhen's heart and skull to help him form that strange golden pill.

In addition, he himself has a vast spiritual power, so that he can become the existence of Buddhism and Taoism.

Thinking so, the movement in his hand sped up a little, and although he shot down those long swords from the fire, he was also burned by the fire and lost his hair, eyebrows, and even his clothes were torn.

There was no flaw in mind about these ghostly ghosts, and he still had to dodge Ye Zhengyang's palm.

Just when the ghost ghost dodged Ye Zhengyang's palm, suddenly Ye Zhengyang appeared in front of him again, and showed a faint sneer.

The ghost was frightened, and there was no way to avoid it, so he had to raise his palm to meet it.

"Bang"

The palms intersected, making a loud noise, and a powerful palm force knocked the Netherghost out of the air, and at the same time opened its mouth and coughed out a large mouthful of blood.

"How, how is that possible?"

The Netherworld Ghost fell to the ground and said in horror: "With your cultivation, even the dual cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism cannot have such great power. ”

Ye Zhengyang's eyes narrowed slightly, the reason why this palm was so powerful was that Ye Zhengyang mixed the feminine palm that Xuanqing Zhenren taught him with.

The feminine palm is the most powerful palm technique taught to Ye Zhengyang by Xuanqing Zhenren, which is both yin and soft, not only the palm power is strong, but also can use the opponent's palm power for his own use, and most of his palm power will bounce back.

It is not so much that the ghost was beaten away by Ye Zhengyang, but that the ghost was beaten away by his own palm.

After listening to the words of the ghost ghost, Ye Zhengyang said: "If you want to know, go to the underworld and ask Lord Yama!" ”

Ye Zhengyang said that his body slowly rose, floating cross-legged in the air, his hands were folded, and the Buddha light emitted from his body illuminated the entire basement, as if the Buddha had come to the world, making people worship involuntarily.

"Humph!"

Seeing Ye Zhengyang's appearance, the ghost of the ghost stood up with the great pain in his body and said, "Pretend to be a ghost!" ”

As he spoke, the Nether Ghost suddenly took out a dagger burning with pitch-black flames and plunged it directly into his chest and abdomen, and suddenly let out a terrible howl, and his eyes became blood-red.

The Netherworld came with a miserable howl

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The louder it became, the stronger the momentum on his body became, almost covering the momentum on Ye Zhengyang's body.

"Give me death!"

Suddenly, the Netherworld Ghost screamed, and a pitch-black long knife five feet long suddenly condensed in front of him, shooting at Ye Zhengyang, who looked like a Buddha.

"Mahamudra!"

Seeing the five-foot-long pitch-black long knife shot out by the Netherworld Ghost, Ye Zhengyang's eyes widened, his right palm was raised, and a ten-meter-long pale golden palm shadow suddenly condensed, and then slapped at the pitch-black long knife.

"Boom"

With a loud bang, the long knife was instantly annihilated, and the Buddha light on Ye Zhengyang's body slowly dissipated, and finally disappeared.

"Bang"

Ye Zhengyang fell directly from the air to the ground, and his butt hit the ground first, and he suddenly let out a muffled snort.

"Boy, if that's what you have, die!"

After the Nether Ghost finished speaking, he immediately shot out two daggers that exuded a strong yin aura.

Seeing the two daggers entwined with yin qi, Ye Zhengyang hurriedly waved the demon sword in his hand and knocked it off, and at the same time, his body shot out backwards and rolled on the ground twice.

Ye Zhengyang didn't expect that the Netherworld Ghost Su suddenly became so powerful, even the dagger he threw casually was so powerful, he must have used some kind of secret method to forcibly improve his skills.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhengyang pinched a few complicated hands again, and at the same time silently recited the mantra in his mouth.

"Lingbao Tianzun, comfort the body, the soul of the disciple, the five internal organs Xuanming, the green dragon and the white tiger, the battles are varied, the Vermilion Bird Xuanwu, the guard of my body, and the urgency is like a law!"

Divine Fighting!

As a last resort, Ye Zhengyang had no choice but to use the cultivation method that he had relied on most so far.

The current situation is precarious, as long as you hang up, then everyone you brought today will die.

When Ye Zhengyang activated the spell of this divine fighting technique, the surrounding Qi field rolled endlessly, mighty.

Suddenly, a white light suddenly flew from a distance, falling directly on Ye Zhengyang's body, and directly into his body from his heavenly spirit.

I saw Ye Zhengyang's body tremble slightly, his eyes flashed with a golden light, and Ye Zhengyang's divine sense was instantly suppressed into the spiritual platform.

This is a very familiar Taoist aura, Ye Zhengyang feels very familiar, and before he understands what is going on, his divine sense has already reached the spiritual platform, and he can no longer control his body.

Ye Zhengyang was also unsure what powerful divine consciousness had descended on him this time.

Every time he used this divine fighting technique, Ye Zhengyang's body would collapse for a long time, but Ye Zhengyang felt that every time he used this divine fighting technique, he would also have rapid growth.

What Ye Zhengyang is most worried about is that if he can't invite any very powerful divine sense, and he can't suppress this ghost, it will be even worse, and he will definitely die without a place to be buried.

When that powerful divine sense descended on Ye Zhengyang's body, the ghostly ghost had already swept towards Ye Zhengyang at great speed.

The ghost suddenly felt an indescribable strangeness from Ye Zhengyang's body.

At this time, Ye Zhengyang's clothes were windless, and his spirit was very vigorous, especially those eyes, which were resolute and profound, clear as newborn eyes.

This is a pair of eyes that only top masters can have.

Seven or eight steps away from Ye Zhengyang, the Netherworld Ghost's footsteps stopped, squinting at Ye Zhengyang.

"You're not the person you just saw, if I'm not bad as expected, you should be using the Divine Fighting Technique, you can descend a powerful consciousness on yourself, and you have succeeded in asking the God now, right?"

The Nether Ghost looked at Ye Zhengyang and asked.

"Yes, this kid did invite me over."

Ye Zhengyang suddenly spoke.

But at this moment, it was not Ye Zhengyang who was speaking, but the powerful consciousness attached to his body was speaking.

Although this voice is Ye Zhengyang's, Ye Zhengyang feels very familiar with the tone of his speech.

Particularly special familiarity.

At that moment, Ye Zhengyang's mood was unusually excited.

"Me

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No matter who you are, don't meddle in your business, I have killed countless ghosts, and there are not a few ghosts I have killed. ”

The Netherworld threatened, "Do you see these knives in my hands?" It's the Nine Nether Flames burning on it, if you don't want your soul to fly away, get out of here, I'll only give you one chance! ”

"Huh"

The powerful consciousness laughed, "What about the Nine Nether Fires? Do you think the poor road will be afraid? Now I'll give you a chance too, get out now, I can give you a way to live. ”

"Who the hell are you!?"

The Nether Ghost was furious, and the twin knives in his hands slammed into each other, and the Nine Nether Flames burning on it became even more vigorous.

"The person you want to kill is my apprentice, I am the master of this kid, the apprentice invites the master to come over, it is justified, can I still see death and not be saved?"

The powerful consciousness said coldly.

"You, you, you...... Are you a real person? ”

The ghost's frightened body began to tremble.

"Yes, the poor road is Xuanqing, are you afraid?"

The powerful divine sense smiled faintly.

At this time, Ye Zhengyang's divine consciousness was forcibly pressed to the spiritual platform, and when he heard that powerful consciousness said that it was his master, Ye Zhengyang's mood was extremely excited.

As soon as this consciousness descended on him, Ye Zhengyang felt a little familiar, and thought it was a great god, but he never thought that this powerful consciousness was his master.

How is this possible?

Only when a person dies and becomes a ghost cultivator can Ye Zhengyang descend that consciousness to himself through the Divine Fighting Technique.

So, Master is dead?

Thinking of this, Ye Zhengyang was shocked, he couldn't accept it, and he didn't believe that the master was dead.

His master was obviously seriously injured and was rescued by Ye Hongtu of the action group, how could he die?

It seems that when this matter is over, it is time to ask Ye Hongtu.

Ye Zhengyang's divine consciousness, which was forcibly pressed on the spiritual platform, shouted loudly, and tried his best to communicate with this consciousness in his body, asking him if he was his master.

But now Ye Zhengyang* can't help it at all, no matter how he struggles, that powerful consciousness can seal his consciousness in the spiritual platform.

And the other party has no intention of communicating with him, no matter what Ye Zhengyang says, the other party is silent.

Listening to Ye Zhengyang's words, the Netherworld Ghost Wheezed heavily: "Xuanqing Zhenren? ”

"Hahaha, I haven't looked for you yet, you actually sent it to the door yourself, it's really providential!"

Ye Zhengyang asked lightly: "Do you know me?" ”

"Humph!"

The Nether Ghost snorted coldly and said, "Decades ago, you killed my child, and I have been looking for you for more than sixty years, but I didn't expect you to be dead!" ”

Listening to the words of the Netherworld Ghost, the powerful consciousness suddenly suddenly said, "Since I killed your son, then he must be an evil person." ”

"What's more, the evil cults that died in my hands don't know how many, you want to take revenge, just come, my old man has taken it all!"

Ye Zhengyang said, shaking the demon sword in his hand, and the demon sword suddenly swelled, and the volley pointed at the ghost ghost.

Although the ghost of the Netherworld said so, he was already a little afraid, if it was really Xuanqing Zhenren's divine consciousness that descended on Ye Zhengyang's body, then he really couldn't deal with it, what kind of character was Xuanqing Zhenren?

A hundred and dozens of years old, cultivated to Tongtian, as today's top masters.

With these means of his own, he can't pass a few tricks under the hands of this Xuanqing real person at all.

But the Netherworld Ghost thought about it again, this is not right, even if it is a 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.

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