"Stop! You are crazy! Do you really want to die with the poor road? ”

Seeing that Zhang Cheng continued to pour corpse qi into the mourning stick, Wu Jianfeng's face was shocked, and the power exuded by the mourning stick made him even more frightened.

"Together?" Zhang Cheng said coldly: "Do you have this qualification?" ”

If before today, Zhang Cheng might still let Wu Jianfeng go, but today's events made him recognize the nature of this half-step heavenly master, as the saying goes, if the gambling product is not good, the character is not good, if Wu Jianfeng is let go, he will inevitably have endless trouble in the future.

"Boom!"

A black flame rose from the mourning stick, and the red light flickered in it, looking extremely strange and eerie.

"Crying and mourning, crying and mourning, crying and mourning, three watches asking for life, kicking legs and breaking intestines......"

The ghostly howl suddenly stagnated, turning into a hoarse and ugly low sound, like a whimper from the Nine Hells, which made people's backs chill.

"Old miscellaneous hair! Come on! ”

Zhang Cheng roared frantically, and the whole person jumped high from the ground, as if a god had descended into the world, and the mourning stick smashed towards Wu Jianfeng's head with unparalleled might.

"No!"

Wu Jianfeng suddenly felt a sense of imminent death in his heart, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and he desperately retreated.

But he immediately found out in despair that no matter how he retreated, he was always under the shadow of the stick.

"Boom !!"

A huge explosion spread across a radius of several kilometers, and the mourning stick hit the purple light with a devastating momentum.

Even the heavy clouds in the sky were swept by this huge force, revealing a hole of several tens of meters above the Sanyuan Temple, from which a little starlight spilled down.

The long stone steps of the Sanyuan Temple are like waves tumbling up, and countless bluestones roll down and become a pile of rocks.

Even the houses and front halls in the back mountain could not withstand the huge shock wave, and collapsed in an instant.

Those disciples of the Three Yuan Meditation stood unsteadily, and fell to the ground one after another, their faces turned pale, and they looked stupidly at the apocalyptic scene around them.

And Wu Jianfeng, who bore the brunt of the blow, most directly felt the unrivaled power on the stick, like a high mountain and a giant peak pressed down, unable to resist at all.

"Click!"

With an inaudible crisp sound, the purple light around Wu Jianfeng's body shattered and disappeared, and in the face of the mourning stick that was directly pressed, he didn't have time to think about it at all, he lifted the true qi of his whole body, and brandished the evil sword to block it.

"Ding!"

In just an instant, the Evil Sword was broken in two, and Wu Jianfeng also spewed out a large mouthful of blood mist, and his entire body gradually collapsed under the pressure of the mourning stick, and finally turned into a pile of meat paste.

It's just a stick, and the three-element concept that has stood for a hundred years has completely turned into a ruin.

It was just a stick, and the half-step Heavenly Master was beaten into a pulp.

The Sanyuanguan disciple had no expression on his face, and he was completely frightened into dementia.

Even Hu Ling'er looked sluggish, looking at Zhang Cheng who was standing with a stick stupidly.

At this moment, she even had the illusion that the momentum of the man in front of her seemed to overshadow the heavens and the earth, and in front of him, no matter how powerful the opponent was, it would be difficult to escape death in the end.

The short and fat ghost also had a strange look in his eyes, and even a little frightened, at this time Zhang Cheng, he vaguely saw a terrifying figure.

The figure that can fight against the entire Yin Division with the power of only one person.

He was secretly a little frightened, and couldn't understand why the above had arranged it like this, not only did he turn a blind eye to Zhang Cheng's existence, but he also secretly helped him several times, and now he even let himself give the ghost weapon to the other party.

And the power exerted by the weeping and mourning stick is far beyond the imagination of the ghost, if he is in the same cultivation as Zhang Cheng, he will definitely not be able to kill a half-step Heavenly Master with a stick, not to mention the existence of the Heavenly Master Talisman.

There is only one possibility that the other party can do this, and that is because of the body of the ghost.

The body of the iron corpse and the soul of the powerful ghost just match the ghost weapon perfectly, so it can exert such a shocking power.

Thinking of this, the ghost cha's heart suddenly trembled, and he remembered a legend in Yin Si, the manufacturing method of the ghost weapon was passed down by an unspeakable person.

For thousands of years, many people in the Yin Division have been puzzled as to why the ghost artifact can contain corpse qi.

There are ghosts, fairies and ghost heads in the Yin Division, and the corpse qi can be said to be useless, and it can't exert much power, which is really a bit of a chicken rib.

But when I saw it today, an idea suddenly popped up in Humpty Dumpty's heart.

Could it be ...... Was the ghost weapon originally created for the use of fellow ghost practitioners?

Humpty Dumpty's face changed, and he vaguely felt that he had guessed some secrets that he couldn't touch, so he hurriedly stopped thinking about it, not daring to think about it further.

But at the same time, he is also even more uneasy, Zhang Cheng now has a ghost weapon in his hand, it can be said that he is like a tiger with wings, and it is good that he can be used by Yin Si in the future, in case there are any variables, it will definitely bring monstrous murder to the yang world, and it will not be so simple to stop him when the time comes.

Zhang Cheng's stick is slow to say, in fact, from the beginning to the end, it is only a few breaths of time, but it shocked everyone present.

He put away his stick and stood up, looked at the pile of meat under his feet, reached out and grabbed it, and pulled out a green qi, which struggled a few times and changed into Wu Jianfeng's appearance.

At this time, Wu Jianfeng's body was dead, and his lifelong cultivation went with the wind, and his soul was just the lowest level of ghosts, and when he saw Zhang Cheng, he immediately trembled uncontrollably.

"Spare my life, don't let my soul wander."

Zhang Cheng frowned, didn't say anything, raised his hand, and threw Wu Jianfeng's soul to the ghost.

The ghost was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly waved his sleeves and put Wu Jianfeng away.

"You're not afraid of his revenge?" Humpty Dumpty stared at Zhang Cheng and asked in a deep voice.

Zhang Cheng shook his head and said: "I actually don't have any deep hatred with him, now that the Sanyuan Temple has been destroyed, he only has a wisp of remnant soul left, after arriving at the Yin Division, I can't return the yang if I want to, and I'm not afraid that he will trouble me again, let him go." ”

Humpty Dumpty nodded, his previous worries were put down a little, and he still knew that he was forgiving, and with this kind of heart, he should not be a murderer in the future.

Zhang Cheng turned his head, looked at those Sanyuanguan disciples, and said in a deep voice: "I will also let you go today, if anyone is not convinced, you can find me for revenge at any time, but remember one thing, if anyone dares to touch the people around me, you Guan Zhu and Luo Sen are role models." ”

When the disciples of Sanyuanguan saw Wu Jianfeng die, they thought that they would not be able to escape, but they didn't expect Zhang Cheng to let them go, and they suddenly felt like they had been amnestied, where did they dare to have the slightest sense of revenge, and they fled down the mountain even if they were rolling.

After these people left, they left Jiangcheng overnight, and for the rest of their lives, they did not dare to set foot in Jiangcheng again.

Zhang Cheng stood on the ruins, looked at the messy three-element view, let out a sigh of relief, and felt that a boulder in his heart had finally landed.

The largest gate in Jiangcheng is a three-yuan view that stands for a hundred years.

Tonight, the name was completely removed......

(End of chapter)