Zhong Zihao has no sense of belonging to Biyang Cloud Palace, and even has no strong sense of belonging to Cangyan Sect, except for Yi Feng's concern for himself, there are only a few people who have some feelings.

I still remember that when he returned from the Chixiao Tower, Wen Xiu had been standing at the gate of the courtyard waiting for him......

"Whew!"

A streamer flashed, Zhong Zihao flew and sealed his hands, and the "Qiankun Array" was instantly unfolded, and a radius of several miles fell into darkness in an instant.

The phantom spirit that chased and killed Wen Xiu and the two was powerful, and he had condensed into a half-physical body, and his combat power was comparable to that of a peak martial artist who had entered the Holy Realm.

He couldn't guarantee whether the Qiankun Formation was useful or not, he only wanted to hinder the speed of the phantoms.

At the same time, the pure spatial power of the left hand diffused, tearing the empty hand and sacrificing it in an instant.

At this time, Wen Xiu had already fallen to the ground, and Ji Xueqing was about to make a move, but as soon as she was halfway up, the terrifying aura had already made her mind dizzy, and the Zhenyuan she had just gathered suddenly collapsed.

Seeing the resentful spirit stretch out her big hand and attack, she couldn't even use the strength to escape.

"Senior sister, go away, leave me alone!"

Unexpectedly, although Wen Xiu was shy and had a weak personality, he could still stay awake at the critical moment, and he didn't know where the strength came from, so he suddenly got up and grabbed Ji Xueqing and threw him aside.

"Senior brother!"

Ji Xueqing escaped from the clutches of the devil, her beautiful eyes widened, and she saw that the attack of the resentful spirit was only two feet away from Wen Xiu.

Just as he was frightened, there was a fluctuation in the dark space, and a figure swept out of it, just grabbing Wen Xiu's arm, and his back had been hit by the palm of the resentful spirit.

"Bang!"

Rao is based on Zhong Zihao's physical strength, and resisting this blow is like being struck by lightning, and a feeling that can make people lose their minds is transmitted to his mind.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a colorful glow bloomed from the depths of the sea of soul consciousness, and Zhong Zihao's eyes instantly became clear.

jumped up, took the stunned Ji Xueqing in his hand, and ran wildly.

At this time, the heavens and the earth had already returned to clarity, and at the moment when he was hit by the resentful spirit, the moment when the true yuan was not good, the power of the Qiankun Array had already collapsed.

However, the resentful spirits in the rear seemed to be keeping an eye on them, and there were no living people in the field except for some of the dead disciples, so they chased after a few people after a little hesitation.

As for the other resentful spirits, they had already chased and killed the disciples of Biyang Cloud Palace, and they ran away.

"Senior Brother Zhong, you!"

Wen Xiu and Ji Xueqing had just gone around the Ghost Gate, and they couldn't believe it at this moment that it was actually this junior brother who saved their lives.

Zhong Zihao didn't have time to care about the two, his mind was running at high speed, thinking about a way to get out.

Now there are two ways to get rid of the spirit, one is to continue to escape with the secret technique of tearing empty hands, and when he thinks of the other, his eyes are full of light, and he always wants to go back and try.

Forcibly mentioning a mouthful of Zhenyuan again, seeing that the surroundings were safer, Zhong Zihao put the two down, looked at the resentful spirits more than 100 zhang away, and said, "You go first, I'll lead it away!"

Immediately, without waiting for the two of them to react, they turned into a streamer and swept back.

"Senior brother, don't!"

The two of them were shocked, and they wanted to step forward to help, but thinking of their little strength, they seemed to be unable to do anything except drag their feet.

"Let's go!"

Wen Xiu immediately made a decision, and the true yuan in his body exploded in full force, pulling Ji Xueqing to leave quickly.

Zhong Zihao was on the way to fly, and his soul power had already sunk into the Netherworld, and he commanded: "Fire Spirit, borrow your white flame for a try!"

"What?"

The fire spirit didn't seem to wake up yet, and there was a dazed consciousness.

"Don't talk nonsense, help me control a wisp of white flame into my hand!" Zhong Zihao shouted.

"Oh!" replied the creature reluctantly.

I thought, didn't you say okay, let me enter this space and just evolve, why did I work again?

But after thinking about it, the fire spirit didn't dare to slack off, and carefully dragged a wisp of flame out, for fear of accidentally burning this master.

In the next moment, a white light flashed on Zhong Zihao's right palm, and when he felt this terrifying temperature, he couldn't help but secretly speak: "The flame that the martial artists who enter the Holy Realm dare not touch should also have an effect on the resentful spirit." ”

Suddenly, the speed doubled, like a sharp sword shooting out, and the palm of his hand was raised to slap towards the wraith.

The latter's figure was stunned, perhaps sensing the breath of the creature approaching, and he stretched out his hands to grab it without thinking about it.

"Sneer......"

The palm of the hand carrying the white flame touched the palm of the wraith, and the latter melted as quickly as ice and snow met fire, and most of the two arms disappeared in an instant, and there seemed to be a scream that seemed to come out.

Zhong Zihao frowned, it seemed that if he wanted to hurt this half-physical resentful spirit, he could only do it after the fire spirit evolved into a human form.

Immediately afterward, he was shocked to find that in the waving of the remaining half of the wraith's arms, the one that had just disappeared took shape again, and a monstrous aura erupted at the same time, grabbing him again.

Come to think of it, the resentful spirit also hates the human beings in front of him for hurting it, and is ready to take revenge.

Zhong Zihao sighed, at this moment, he obviously had no way to take the resentful spirit.

Looking back, the figures of Wen Xiu and the two were gone, and the left hand moved again, and the pure spatial power poured out, and the figure disappeared.

......

After casting his empty hand several times, he was at least more than 200 miles away from the original place, and seeing that the surroundings were temporarily safe, Zhong Zihao had no intention of looking for the disciples of Biyang Cloud Palace, so he could find a quiet place to retreat and break through.

Finally found a cave with a good environment, took the Fountain of Life to recover from his injuries, and breathed for half an hour to calm his mind, just as he was about to retreat, he was awakened by the sound of a fight.

Listening to the voices, there should be three or four people fighting, and two of the voices kept shouting and scolding, which roughly meant that the disciples of the Xuanyin Temple were despicable and shameless.

Zhong Zihao always felt that the voice was a little familiar, and decided to come out to take a look.

When he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help frowning: "Do you want to save it?"

The four people fighting in front of him, two of them were Huo Jincheng and Quan Chang from Evil Wind Island, that is, Senior Brother Huo and Senior Brother Quan, who had repeatedly provoked him.

At this moment, the two of them swords together, using all their means and frequently encountering danger, and although their opponents were also in the early stage of entering the Holy Realm, their combat power was much stronger.

Judging from the clothes of those two people, there is no doubt that they should be disciples of the Xuanyin Temple.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a scream rang out, and one of Quanchang's arms was chopped off by his opponent.

Huo Jincheng was too busy to take care of himself, and he didn't have time to rescue, so he could only scold: "The disciples of the Xuanyin Temple are all despicable villains, if you hadn't attracted resentful spirits to let us go, you would have died today!"

"Tut-tut!"

The other two laughed strangely: "Those who dare to scold our Xuanyin Temple are not sorry to die." ”

Zhong Zihao shook his head, the light in his hand flashed, and the sword suddenly jumped into it: "Count them lucky to meet me!"

He didn't have a good impression of the two of them on Evil Wind Island, but the Xuanyin Temple was even more excessive, Wen Xiu and Ji Xueqing almost died because of them, since they met, he didn't mind meddling in his affairs one more time.

"You two are from the Xuanyin Temple?" A strong wind blew through, and Zhong Zihao had already come to the field.

"So what?"

The disciple who cut off Quanchang's arm was shocked when he heard this, but after seeing that the other party only had the peak cultivation of the Xuan Realm, he smiled dumbly: "Do you still want to stand up for them?"

"Senior brother, help!"

Quan Chang saw that the person who came was a disciple of Biyang Cloud Palace, no matter how the other party's cultivation was, his life was at stake at this moment, even if it was a straw, he couldn't let it go.

However, Zhong Zihao didn't look at him more, looking at the disciples of the Xuanyin Temple, his gaze became more and more gloomy, and he only squeezed out one word from between his teeth: "Death!"

The next moment, a brilliant sword burst out from the Slashing Divine Sword.

(End of chapter)