Don't look at the usual unlucky ghosts are silent.

After coming out of the Yin Earth, he changed the most among all the people, the most obvious is that the power of the curse is strong and invisible, and in an instant, all the robbers who rushed up fell to the ground and died.

This was absolutely impossible before.

But now, to put it mildly, hearing Xu Ze's praise, the unlucky ghost chuckled.

"I still rely on the master's deep fortune."

Killing Chasing Feng and most of the Yin soldiers of Zhao State brought Xu Ze a very considerable number of Yin Virtue points, and the unlucky ghost was blessed by misfortune, from which he realized the connection between Yin Virtue and evil obstacles.

Strength is greatly improved!

"But does anyone know the whereabouts of my four-eyed uncle?"

Xu Ze walked out of the bronze chariot, raised his head and asked the majestic Jiemen Mountain, seeing such a thunderbolt method, the robbers on the Jiemen Mountain were ready to leave, but after hearing the four words of the four-eyed uncle.

Suddenly, it was like beating chicken blood.

The eyes are red.

"This person calls Simu Uncle Shi?"

"Could it be that he is the apprentice of Uncle Jiu, it doesn't mean that he has been missing for a long time, why did he suddenly appear in Jiemen Mountain."

"It's nonsense, it's definitely here to save people."

There was a lot of talk all around.

"Even the four eyes who have been promoted to the third order are like a lost dog, he is a disciple of three generations, what can he do to save people."

Some expressed disdain.

"Hurry up and inform the Purple Flame Demon Lord."

"You guys go too, you must be quick, get ahead of them."

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, this is the result that Xu Ze never expected, the Jiemen Mountain was full of people, and some people couldn't help but raise their eyes to look around, wanting to see the legendary three generations of disciples of Maoshan.

What a style.

"I heard that the Purple Flame Demon Lord was also born in Maoshan, and later left for some reason."

"Silence!"

"Don't bring it up later."

The bandits of Jiemen Mountain mentioned Lin Zhuang's discoloration, obviously Lin Zhuang had too much power in their hearts, after the four-eyed uncle escaped from Jiemen Mountain, it was Lin Zhuang, the Purple Flame Demon Lord, who was responsible for chasing and killing him.

Cannibalism is extraordinarily ruthless.

Lin Zhuang didn't kill the tired four-eyed uncle at all, he kept using him to fish, I heard that Uncle Qianhe wanted to rescue him many times, but he couldn't do it, and he was almost ambushed by the ghost king of Bishan and the black-hearted ghost king.

It can be said that

The current situation in Maoshan is all because of Lin Zhuang.

"Little junior brother, we're going to meet again."

Xu Ze looked up at Jiemen Mountain, which was like a heavenly sword, his eyes slowly closed, and the killing intent in his heart roared like a tiger out of the slaughter, but he was restrained in his body.

……

"Tell the Purple Flame Demon Lord, the third generation disciple of Maoshan, Xu Ze has appeared."

"It's in Jiemen Mountain!"

The panting messenger appeared on the top of the mountain, Lin Zhuang heard that the corners of his mouth hooked a sinister smile, he hadn't seen him for many days, his breath was even more terrifying, he was wearing a scarlet coat, and there were two more scarlet bloodshots at the corners of his eyes.

The whole body reveals evil and domineering.

The pinnacle of the second order!

This is the realm of the Purple Flame Demon Lord now.

"Take care of that old guy, and when I get my senior brother back, I'll reunite them."

The place where Lin Zhuang is located is a zigzag peak, where his eyes converge, it is a concave valley, and the surrounding peaks are full of people, and there are ironclad zombies entwined with yin qi.

There are also hideous ghosts in the form of pure yin.

A hundred ghosts roar in the sky, and the horror is abnormal.

"It seems that my Maoshan can't survive this time."

Uncle Four-Eyed was trapped in the valley, surrounded by greedy jackals, not long ago, the three great monks of Maoshan were so beautiful, but this scenery disappeared in a blink of an eye.

True to that old adage.

Too rigid and easy to break, too soft is beautiful, rigid and soft, the side is the avenue.

……

"Senior brother, after Gu Xinzhai said goodbye, how are you doing?"

Lin Zhuang's domineering voice came, and at the same time, purple mangs flashed, and a scarlet dag appeared in front of him.

Arrogant and perverse!

"Senior brother, why are you only in the middle of the second order, I used to always fall behind you, but now you are starting to look up to me."

"When did you beat me?"

Xu Ze's understatement counterattack made Lin Zhuang angry, and when the robbers on Jiemen Mountain saw this, they all pretended to be shrunken ostriches, and they didn't dare to talk about it.

Otherwise

The Purple Flame Demon Lord made a casual move, and they were all wiped out.

"Don't call me senior brother in the future, you are no longer a disciple of Maoshan, if you continue to shout like this, your dead ghost master will also be suspicious, do you have the intention of betraying him again."

Xu Zewu opened his mouth, ignoring Lin Zhuang's increasingly dark face.

"Your uncle is just outside Jiemen Mountain, ten thousand ghosts are fed, if you want to save him, you have to ask me if the long sword in my hand agrees, the long sword will definitely not agree, and today Jiemen Mountain is your grave."

With a flick of his wrist, a soft sword of the same red color appeared in his palm.

Since the defeat of Gu Xinzhai.

Lin Zhuang regarded that incident as a shame, and worked hard to cultivate all day long, after the Pishan Ghost King lost the Pishan Ghost General, there was no one to call under him, so he left Lin Zhuang a small life, and Lin Zhuang, who seized the opportunity, cultivated by leaps and bounds.

Soon reached the peak of the second order.

This is the same realm as the former mountain ghost general.

Under one man, above all ghosts.

"So what are you waiting for?"

Xu Ze's big hand was on the Emperor Weapon Tianwen behind him, and in the next moment, he let go of the hand holding the hilt of the sword, and used the Emperor Weapon Tianwen to deal with Lin Zhuang, which was purely a knife for killing chickens, and he suddenly pulled out the Yin Evil Sword that had been following him for a long time.

The black light rushed into the sky, and it went ten miles.

"Today I must show you how good I am."

Lin Zhuang looked up to the sky and roared, he was tortured and cultivated for many days, just for today.

Settle an old score!

"You've fallen too deep into hatred, and now when you turn back, there's still a little room for maneuver."

Rumble!!

Xu Zeyang waved a sword in his hand, and the terrifying sword aura rushed into the sky, and the bandits on Jiemen Mountain could only see it, and there was a white expanse in front of him.

"Come down and die!"

After cultivating to reach the peak of the second order, he could already take off for a short time, but the time was very short, Lin Zhuang relied on his realm to be stronger than Xu Ze, and his body fell from the sky and slashed out dozens of swords one after another.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

The sword light was like a gloomy red poisonous snake, and it instantly crushed the sword qi in the sky, and then castrated and disappeared, blocking all the vital points around Xu Ze's body.

"This is the swordsmanship that the Ghost King of Pishan taught you?"

The killing machine came to his face, Xu Ze did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation on his face, and he didn't see any action from him, and the red sword qi disappeared.

"Have you seen Maoshan's "Qingyuan Sword Technique"?"

The Yin Evil Sword spun around and flew back, Xu Ze raised his head, and met Lin Zhuang's stunned gaze, he had never heard of the Qingyuan Sword Technique.

"Today, I will use this sword technique to fulfill you."

Break the Demons!

Speed!

Crit!

A dazzling sword light traveled through the Jiemen Mountain.

Everyone only saw the Purple Flame Demon Monarch Lin Zhuang, raising the long sword in his hand with difficulty, and then his body froze, and all that was left was the bright sword light, endless performance moments, walking endlessly through the Jiemen Mountain.

Click! Click! Click!

After a few breaths, Xu Ze put away his sword and stood, and blood rain fell all over the sky.