The ghost king is really angry, and the black clouds are surging, like a ball of ink rolling, the yin wind is gusting, and there seems to be an evil ghost dormant inside, which makes people chill. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as the three words 'you are looking for death' came out, an evil aura brewed in the black cloud, and the ghost king Zhenjun was about to make a move on Baiyang.

As a powerhouse in the realm of the True Monarch of the Divine Dao, he occupies a pivotal position in the Blood Lotus Sect, directly obeying the orders of the sect leader, and deciding the life and death of countless people with one word, who dares to talk to him like this? even threatened to kill him, if he didn't destroy the poplar, he would still have the face to appear in front of others in the future?

On the city wall, Poplar squinted at the black cloud and said coldly, "Let me die?" It's up to you? ”

"Die!"

The cold voice of the Ghost King Zhenjun came from the black clouds, without the slightest emotion, as if Poplar was already a dead man.

There was no superfluous nonsense, he went straight to it, and the poplar was just an ant in his eyes, and he could be destroyed with his hands.

Can Poplars Fly? Riding the wind? Reality? He is a real king, and the real person is not enough to see in front of him.

"Roaring ......"

A bone-chilling evil roar sounded in the black clouds, and the next moment, the wind blew in the heavens and the earth, and an evil monster rushed out of the black clouds, only rushing to the poplars.

Out of the black clouds came a person, but not a person.

He was completely black, not physical at all, his dark eyes were like black holes, dancing with black light, surrounded by black qi, and holding a pitch-black long sword that was also not an entity.

Seeing this evil thing appear, more than a thousand people below were chilled, that thing was so evil, they felt like they were in an ice cellar at a glance.

There are only wrong names in the world, no wrong nicknames, the ghost king Zhenjun, although he is a Shinto monk, but he walks the evil way, kills people and takes souls, refining into evil ghosts, for him to drive, and has strange means.

"A demon comparable to the realm of the Grandmaster?" In the distance, above the heavenly dome, seeing the evil figure, the gold-robed Yu Cangsong raised his eyebrows, and then, he looked at the poplar on the city wall, very curious about what means the poplar had to resolve this crisis.

With the cultivation of the realm of the Great Grandmaster of the Jade Cangsong, of course, you can see the cultivation of the Poplar Yin God realm, but the Yin God and the True Monarch are two great realms apart, how to resolve it?

"That's the head of the Pine Forest Sect, the Grandmaster Realm cultivator, who was actually killed and refined into a demon?"

Outside the city wall, on the top of the big tree, one of the first people to arrive, Young Master Jun, saw the evil ghost rushing towards the poplar muttered to himself, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He obviously knew the evil ghost in his life, but at this time, the other party had become a demon, thoughtless, and enslaved.

Many people's eyes flickered at this time, and they had a glimmer of realization in their hearts.

Yes, if there is chaos today, the Blood Lotus Sect demons are slaughtering living beings everywhere to refine evil methods, can it be so convenient in peacetime?

The sword-wielding demon that flew out of the black cloud was very fast, and it was erratic, and its figure appeared in a flash, and it appeared in front of him in a flash, and it would appear in front of him in the next moment.

Facing the evil ghost that came from the sky, Bai Yang's heart tightened, it was a sense of crisis from the depths of his soul, the sword-wielding evil ghost was enough to threaten his life!

"Young master be careful," the kitten exclaimed, as countless times as before, the first time he appeared beside Poplar with a sword.

His eyes narrowed, and in the face of the evil ghost that came from the sky, Poplar squinted and smiled: "Lao Dan, get him, give you a chance to pretend to be forced"

On the side, the blind Shan Qiulin Yun's light expression was stunned for a moment, and he immediately chuckled.

He couldn't see it, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel it, the demon rushed forward, he stepped forward and raised the wooden sword in his hand, a wooden sword made of rotten wood, with insect eyes on it.

Who is that? Blind? Handicapped? A martial artist, holding a piece of broken wood, facing an evil ghost equivalent to the realm of a grandmaster? Are you being funny?

Seeing this scene, countless people under the city wall were stunned.

Roar!

The demon flew in and let out an evil roar that was not a living being, and swung the sword forward in his hand.

Woo woo woo ......, the wind was blowing in the sky and the earth, but only the sound of the wind was heard, and there was no wind blowing around at all.

With a swing of the demon's long sword, a three-meter-long evil pitch-black sword appeared, slashing towards the poplars on the city wall.

The pitch-black sword light did not give people a sense of fierceness, nor did it stir up the wind and clouds like the sword light urged by the true qi and true yuan of the martial artist, but it just made people chill!

The Shinto monks' methods are not aimed at the physical body, but to destroy the enemy from the source.

This sword light, if it is slashed on a person's body, maybe there is no body or matter, but the soul will definitely be torn apart by a sword, this is the magic of Shinto monks, or rather, this is the magic of evil spirits.

Evil spirits are no longer living beings, they are evil spirits, evil things.

In the face of the evil sword light, Shan Qiulin's expression remained unchanged, and the wooden sword in his hand moved forward a little!

The wooden sword pointed out, there was no earth-shattering power, it was plain, just like an autumn wind and falling leaves, very natural and quiet.

However, when the sword was handed out, the invisible air at the tip of the wooden sword was like a stone dropped on the calm water, and there were waves in circles!

Airplanes......

The ripples spread, and the yin and evil sword light was stunned, and then it collapsed and turned into the yin and evil qi and dissipated, and it was annihilated.

"Extinguish!" Shan Qiulin gently spit out such a word in his mouth.

As he spoke, the wooden sword in his hand stepped forward again.

Airplanes!

At the tip of the sword, the air was still distorting, and the ripples were surging forward, and the void seemed to freeze, and the evil ghost that came from the sky was stunned.

In the next moment, the demon's body was like a piece of paper, torn apart in the writhing void, turning into a black yin evil aura and dissipating without a trace!

Extinguished, demons destroyed!

On the city wall, Shan Qiulin put away his sword and took a step back, his expression calm, as if nothing had happened.

Quiet, outside the city walls, fell into an eerie silence at this moment.

The evil ghost, an evil ghost equivalent to the cultivation of the realm of the grandmaster, was actually destroyed by that blind man with a wooden sword? And it's just a sword!

How? What kind of means is that?

Many people's eyes flickered, looking at the blind Shan Qiulin, knowing something, and then looking at him, their eyes were different, and they no longer regarded him as a martial arts scumbag.

In the void, a trace of surprise flashed on the face of Yu Cangsong of the Great Grandmaster Realm, the will of the martial arts, the scum of the realm of martial disciples, had actually comprehended the will of the martial arts? That evil ghost was not so much killed by his sword, but rather killed by his sword-like will, using his own will to urge the sword technique, attracting the power of heaven and earth for his own use, how is this possible, he is just a martial artist, martial will, isn't it a great grandmaster to come to this point?

"Interesting" On the other side, Luo Guangyuan, who stepped on the blood tiger, muttered to himself.

A martial arts scumbag, actually comprehended the will of martial arts, although very weak, but the talented martial arts apprentice has this understanding, once he grows up, the achievements are limitless!

On the city wall, Poplar raised his eyebrows, and his face flashed a trace of surprise, I didn't expect Shan Qiulin to really get it, he glanced at Shan Qiulin strangely, and Poplar grinned: "Old Dan, this is okay, it's a pity, you can't see it, if you can see the stunned eyes in front of you, your heart must be very refreshing."

Shan Qiulin was unmoved, as if he had done a trivial matter, and shook his head calmly: "The sword technique I created has not been completely perfected, and it can even be said that this move has not been perfected, and now that it is used, it is already the limit to destroy a demon."

Poplar turned over a poplar, pretend, continue to pretend, don't think I don't know that you still have a big move useless, when facing the blood baby, I don't see the vortex around you......

"Interesting, really interesting, little martial apprentice, actually comprehended the will of martial arts, very good, really good, you made my heart move, kill you, refine your soul into a demon, let you continue to grow for me to drive, maybe one day in the future you can really surprise me! The treasure nurtured by the dragon vein, no matter what it is, getting your soul is already worth the price! ”

An eerie voice resounded throughout the audience.

The voice came from the black clouds, and the ghost king Zhenjun was not only not angry at Shan Qiulin's killing of one of his evil ghosts, but also ruthless.

Obviously, the ghost king Zhenjun has taken a fancy to Shan Qiulin and wants to refine his soul into a puppet.

In the face of this kind of red fruit talk, Shan Qiulin was still calm and unmoved by foreign objects.

With a narrowing of his eyes, Bai Yang looked at Heiyun and smiled, "Ghost King Zhenjun? Hiding your head and showing your tail, don't you dare to see people? If you have any other tricks, use them, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to do it, don't say I didn't give you a chance to show it! ”

Countless people below raised their eyebrows, is this Poplar really brain-dead? Angering a Shinto True Monarch several times, is it enough to live?

"Hehehe, since you want to die, then I will fulfill you!" The Ghost King Zhenjun sneered.

"Wait" When the Ghost King Zhenjun was about to do it again, Poplar suddenly spoke.

What kind of moth does this person want to do? The people below looked strange, and even the Ghost King Zhenjun subconsciously suppressed his anger.

Poplar looked at the black cloud and smiled: "I'll settle accounts with you later, and now I'll deal with other things"

"Hehe, you're going to die anyway, I see what you want to do" Ghost King Zhenjun said with interest.

Poplar nodded, looked outside the city wall and said, "Before, it seems that someone wanted to kill my kitten?" ”

While speaking, Bai Yang looked coldly at the Shinto monk on the Bibo River, the first to arrive in the True Human Realm Shinto monk, the other party stood in the void, a three-inch blood-red sword swimming above his head.

Although Poplar was in the valley before, however, the picture of this Shinto real person urging the magic weapon to kill the kitten Poplar was seen in his eyes, how could he let it go?

"Young Master," the kitten worried.

Everyone followed Poplar's gaze to the Shinto real person, and the other party suddenly became the target of everyone.

"Humph!" Facing everyone's gaze, he snorted coldly, and the red light of the small sword above his head loomed.

With a chuckle, Bai Yang looked at the other party and said coldly: "If you want to kill my cat, no one can save you, give me death!" ”

"Just you? I'll kill you first! The other party said coldly.

Anyway, he is also in the realm of Shinto real people, and he was threatened by Poplar in front of so many people, if he doesn't do it, he doesn't have to mix it up, because he has no face.

Shout!

The small red sword above his head flew out, rising to three meters in the face of the storm, and the flames erupted, turning into a flaming bird, rushing towards the poplar with a rolling heat wave......