In the secret place of the Xiyue Cave, Chu Feng's figure disappeared in a flash, leaving an empty courtyard.

After a breath, the original Xiyue Cave Heavenly Mausoleum area, now, the ruined Lanruo Temple, walked out of a big red-robed man with a disheveled head and a face that could not be seen clearly, and every step he took seemed to have a unique rhythm, and there was a feeling of being in line with the Tao.

"A holy vessel, a semi-saint, this is the essence of the family and the holy place."

The red-robed man's tone was low, and he seemed to be disappointed that it was not the Extreme Dao Emperor who came.

"The head of the family, it's this ghost who captured my brother"

When Ji Ziyue saw the big red-robed man, she immediately became excited, holding the soul lamp in one hand and pointing at it with the other, her chest continued to rise and fall, her face was intertwined with anger and excitement, if she hadn't been able to beat it, she would have rushed down directly at this moment to rescue her trapped brother.

"Devil"

The pupils of the head of the Ji family shrank, and the light in his hand flashed, as bright as a star, and a ball of light loomed, as if he was summoning something.

"Click"

A blood-colored lightning bolt pierced the pitch-black sky, and an ancient mirror carrying the supreme divine power flew quickly from the sky, carrying with it the loneliness that crushed the eons.

This is the power of the heirloom saint soldier, if it weren't for the control in the hands of the head of the Ji family, the brute beasts and chariots in the sky might be wiped out in an instant.

The red-robed man slowly raised his head, a black light flashed in his pupils, and in an instant, a tower-shaped magic weapon with even stronger momentum, that is, the eighteenth layer of hell, flew out, carrying a thick ghost qi, or yin qi. The sound of sentient beings wailing was heard inside, and the number of undead was incalculable.

"The Elder Ghost"

The big red-robed people opened the tower-shaped magic weapon with a thought, and the four heads were wrapped in black mist, dragging chains, and carrying the power of sin and hatred walked out. The sound of each step shocked and uneasy the people present.

"Sonorous"

On the head of the head of the Ji family, the ancient mirror rose and fell, flowing out of chaotic light, trembling slightly.

The four heads, the big red-robed man recruited the powerful ghost out of nowhere, pounced, and during the flight, the red hair in the sky fell, and it would stick to the person's body, making people unbearable.

The terrifying number of the Ji family's crusading army, because of the falling red hair, there was a burst of chaos, the formation was unstable, and the momentum of the previous rainbow disappeared.

"Zheng"

In the air, the ancient mirror and the head of the Ji family slowly merged, vibrating gently, and the breath of the primordial suddenly diffused.

In the next moment, the four powerful ghosts came, and due to the fierce battle, the surrounding scene was blurred, and many ancient beasts were forced by the concussive holy power and turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Seeing this, the head of the Ji family shifted the battlefield to the high heavens, and the figures of the two fighting became more and more blurred.

After a long time, there was a terrifying explosion in the center of the battle, the space was unstable, the light and shadow were chaotic, and with a wail, the ancient mirror flew back and fell to the earth, covered with cracks.

As for the head of the Ji family, he was carried by four powerful ghosts and brought back.

Such a result made the Ji family unacceptable, the head of the family was powerful, with the heirloom saint soldiers, and he was defeated so lightly.

Ji Ziyue, who was anxious to save her brother, saw this scene, her face was sluggish, so she was defeated, her brain turned into a mess, and she didn't know what to do next.

"It's your turn, Demi-Saint"

The big red-robed man, or Chu Feng, stepped in front of the black-robed old man, if he guessed correctly, this person was the protector of the inheritance of the ruthless emperor, and he came especially for the Holy Son of Shaking Light.

"Your cultivation is above me, you have been sanctified"

The black-robed old man frowned, but he didn't mean to make a move, his cultivation and age reached his height, and he was able to recognize the situation and know what to do in what kind of situation. The cultivation of the person in front of him is obviously above him, and there is no point in resisting.

It's better to have a good talk, maybe there is a glimmer of life.

Sanctification! The words of the old man in the black robe stirred up a thousand waves for a while, no one expected that this dead pervert in a red robe and his voice was a terrible ghost, and he was a saint. In the whole world, I have not heard of any saints who exist, so to speak, everyone is here to die today.

The mood of fear spread among the Ji family's army, there is no way, since ancient times, there are too many legends about saints, saints can kill great power with a drop of blood, let alone their little pawns.

"Since you've all lost the will to fight, let's all stay."

Chu Feng grabbed the neck of the black-robed old man with one hand, and strangled this half-saint to death on the spot, why did he kill him, because the yin qi on this thing was too strong, and he didn't know how many living and dead people he had sucked in the origin.

The old man in the black robe wanted to resist but it was too late, with a muffled snort, his pupils dilated, and the dignified half-saint was strangled to death in front of thousands of people, and the death can be said to be very dramatic.

"And you"

Chu Feng's big hand covered the sky, and the black mist was surging, enveloping thousands of warriors and a large number of ancient beasts and chariots.

At this moment, the fallen ancient mirror flew up, wrapped up in the chariot, and Ji Ziyue quickly fled.

Chu Feng didn't chase after him, and Ji Ziyue escaped again.

"Miss, go and invite Daoist Chu!"

In the black mist, a young voice shouted.

A bright light flashed in Ji Ziyue's eyes, who were about to flee thousands of miles away.

……

On the ground, Chu Feng, who had once again taken down countless monks, completely released the yin qi in the eighteenth layer of hell, and within a thousand miles for a while, the Yan Kingdom, and more than a dozen surrounding countries, were shrouded in thick black fog, and from time to time ghosts floated out of it, and a ghost country on the ground appeared in the world.

Due to Chu Feng's instructions, these ghost creatures only coexisted with humans and did not hurt people.

So, monks within a thousand miles, ordinary people. Although I am scared and uneasy, I am not afraid to flee for my life.

Here, Chu Feng walked towards Lanruo Temple with his hands behind his back, with a thoughtful look on his face, but it had nothing to do with everything in front of him. Since he finished cultivating the wheel of the sea scroll, he was faced with the next thing to cultivate, the Dao Palace scroll.

"Yaochi's Hometown"

With a soft mutter, Chu Feng's figure disappeared, and it was actually heading north, and a faint voice echoed in the sky.

"System, Lanruo Temple is temporarily hosted by you."

"Okay"

The system said mechanically.

"Take over Lanruo Temple, how to host Lanruo Temple?"

"Analysis of the host's intention to establish Lanruo Temple in the Heaven-Covering World......"

"Analyze why the host is transformed into a grandmother's ......"

"The host wants to play the role of grandma?"

"Execute the host's unspoken commands."

The red light flashed on the ground, and a woman with thousands of graces appeared.

Shake the light of the saint, half witch, half angel, unparalleled style, although charming, but surrounded by holy brilliance, has a very special temperament.

She has the posture of a sinking fish and a goose, the appearance of a shy flower in the closed moon, coupled with such an almost contradictory temperament, which makes her look upside down and very charming.

"I'm not dead?"

The Shaking Light Saintess looked around in disbelief.

"Execute the host's subtext instructions, and the Shake Light Saintess plays the role of Xiao Qian, responsible for seducing men."

This voice was clearly spoken by the system, so the Shaking Light Saintess heard it completely.

She didn't know the meaning of the words host, instruction, Xiaoqian, etc., but she knew the words seducing a man, and her pretty face suddenly turned pale.

"Yao Xi, the saint of shaking light, picks up guests in the Xiyue Cave in the past, and today's Lanruo Temple, where the ghost is covered, everyone has a share."

"Those who successfully resist the temptation of the Shaking Light Saintess once will be rewarded with ghost energy infusion once, and their soul cultivation will be upgraded to the Nine Heavens of the Transformation Dragon."

"Unable to resist the temptation of the Holy Maiden of Shaking Light, Yuanyang was lost and became the new people of the ghost country."

Three paragraphs of blind text appeared in the sky for thousands of miles, and for a while, countless people saw that the men were crazy, who is this, actually let the saint pick up guests, really fake.