The Yin Wind Wheel covered the entire Lushan Sect, and the collision of various mana and ghost energy, the sound of fighting, and the shouts came and went.

The disciples with lower cultivation levels were quickly slaughtered, and their elders could only watch, but they could not protect themselves.

The various spells and magical powers of the Lushan Sect were cast one by one, inviting the gods to serve the ghosts, and the strange Dao method made Shang Biao dazzled.

Thinking about it, Shang Biao took out the magic sword, found a black turban mage of the Lushan Sect with comparable strength as a sword test stone, and jumped over.

The magic sword in his hand led the star power to slash down, and it slammed into the dragon horn knife and splashed countless starlight.

"Are you a cultivator in the yang world? It's damn good to be with these evil guys who are helping to commit abuse! ”

In front of Shang Biao, the thirty-year-old, short-stature black scarf mage contained monstrous hatred in his words. People and ghosts are not separated, and when he died at the hands of these evil ghosts and military spirits, he only hated himself for not being able to learn his art and could not protect his brothers and sisters.

It can be seen that Shang Biao, a Taoist in the yang world, is actually with these evil ghosts, just like the people in the old days who saw the two devils, and they were both hateful and sad in their hearts.

Faced with the heart-piercing question, Shang Biao did not answer. It's just to cast the Seven Star Sword ** stream and exercise your actual combat ability.

Guo Jia is behind him, safe and secure, and it is difficult to find such a good opportunity to hone his skills.

"I respectfully ask Master Zu Jiulang to go down to earth and help his disciples punish ghosts!"

The black turban mage fought with Shang Biao for a few moves, and after forcing him to retreat and instilling a talisman with mana, he easily summoned Lushan Jiulang, the ancestor of the black turban system.

He was not the only one present who could easily summon Lushan Jiulang, most of the disciples were so easy to descend at a critical moment.

Shang Biao subconsciously wanted to retreat, hand over this tricky enemy to Guo Jia, and find an opponent himself. However, the black turban mage in the state of divine descent flashed and appeared in front of him in an instant.

The dragon horn knife in his hand resounded with a soul-hooking chant, Shang Biao was like dementia, and the originally condensed star power shield quickly collapsed, and the whole person was exposed to the blade wrapped in divine power.

"Babble!"

The ghost boy emerged from the small skull that Shang Biao hung on his waist, and the ghost claws of the condensed yin force blocked under the blade, and a piercing scream from his mouth woke Shang Biao up.

Although Chunmei's yin soul has not been fully digested by it, it has also made the ghost child's strength skyrocket.

The ghost claw was broken by the divine power knife, and the blade that was originally aimed at the neck changed its trajectory, leaving a wound on the chest of Shang Biao, who had awakened and retreated.

The yin qi turned into a biting ghost fire and covered the black scarf mage, and the ghost boy, like the master, couldn't wait to experiment with the talent of the new comprehension.

"The military advisor is so indifferent, aren't you afraid that if something happens to me, I will delay the opening of the passage?"

Shang Biao took out a hemostatic talisman and pasted it all over the wound, and after drinking a bowl of freshly made healing talisman water, he asked Guo Jia, who was indifferent.

"If you die so easily, you won't be able to sneak into the underworld, and it turns out that your life is not in danger."

A smile hung on the corner of Guo Jia's mouth, and he replied lightly.

The black-turbaned mage who rushed out of the ghost fire wheel cover pointed to a magic spell condensed on the sword, and pointed out, right in the middle of the triumphant ghost boy soul body.

The terrible ghost cry echoed, and the ghost boy burrowed into the little skull with a wisp of yin qi tail, and used the essence blood and soul power stored in it to consume the runes in his body.

Without anyone in the way, the Black Turban Master ran to Shang Biao again, interrupting his conversation with Guo Jia.

Shang Biao saw that Guo Jia wanted to test his thoughts, and hid directly behind him.

Although he had a way to kill the black turban mage, there was no need to waste it in this situation with one less hole card.

Guo Jia sneered at Shang Biao's cleverness, took out a wine gourd and sucked at the black scarf mage.

Under the divine descending, the imposing Lushan high-ranking disciples only resisted with their divine power for a few seconds, and their divine power was exhausted, and their essence was sucked into Guo Jia's wine gourd.

The head wrapped in a black scarf was like a long-weathered bacon that was blown by the yin wind and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Shang Biao, who was hiding on the side, couldn't help but have a look of surprise on his face, thinking in his heart what he would do if he faced this strange wine gourd.

The conclusion reached was only a little longer than the black turban mage's persistence, and the outcome was estimated to be exactly the same.

There are so many perverted characters in the five-star difficulty alone, and they are simply not given a way to live.

Shang Biao sighed secretly in his heart, and decided that he would never be an enemy of Guo Jia without full certainty, revealing his purpose of wanting to escape.

Li Laohan in the distance was not as surprised as Shang Biao, he got ten percent of the plot exploration when he saw Yu Ban, and he had some guesses in his heart about the strength of the characters recorded in these histories.

The theater has always paid attention to one pay and one gain, and it is so easy to get as much as 10% of the plot exploration, it is obvious that he has deviated from the original film script.

He knew exactly what that meant, and although he had gained a lot of benefits from that silver-level item, it wasn't a good thing.

The easier the harvest, the more tricky the consequences, which is the number one rule that circulates among actors.

After the death of the black turban mage, the situation in the field took a turn for the worse.

With Yu Ban's sword, he smashed the thunderclouds gathered by the head of the Lushan faction to cast the 'Dutian Thunder Curse', and the battle to destroy the faction also came to an end.

Most of the Lushan disciples were drained of their essence, leaving only two black scarves, one red scarf, and the woman in charge of the Lushan faction who was devoured by the magic trick.

"What is the Lushan Sect magic weapon you want, hurry up and find out the Yin God of the underworld, and I'm about to arrive."

Guo Jia looked at the southeast direction, his eyes narrowed, and he urged in a deep voice.

"I didn't expect that the disaster of my Lushan Sect was actually caused by your evil way, you damn ghost traitor, you will taste the evil consequences in the near future!"

The red turban mage, who kept vomiting blood in his mouth, looked at Shang Biao in disbelief, and only after he stepped forward to take the Lushan Sect inheritance seal from the old woman's hand with a declining momentum did he react, and let out cruel words in a dumb voice.

"Strategist, after leaving in a while, the head of the Lushan Sect will have to search for the soul, and I don't know how to use this magic seal."

With the Five Ghost Soul Searching Talisman, it was okay to deal with ordinary people who did not cultivate the Yuan Shen, but Shang Biao was not confident that he could search the soul of this Lushan faction leader with his own strength.

"You don't want to succeed!"

When the woman heard Shang Biao's blatant request for soul searching, she no longer had the luxury of reincarnation. With the last trace of strength, he directly manifested the Yuan Shen, turning into a golden arrow and shooting at Shang Biao.

A wine gourd covered with mysterious patterns blocked in front of Shang Biao, and the old woman's Yuan Shen ordered the arrow to sink directly into the round bottle mouth of the wine gourd.

Shang Biao glanced at Guo Jia, and didn't say anything to thank him, he still won the bet.