"Who is she?" one of the young men glared at An Xian fiercely and asked Wuhua angrily.

Wuhua snorted, subconsciously wanted to retract, one leg had already taken a step back, and remembered something, plucked up the courage to straighten his chest, retracted his retreating leg, and stood straight in front of An Xian. "This is my sister Peace......! Dear!"

Another young man suddenly jumped up to Wuhua and An Xian, raised his hand and twitched the back of Wuhua's head.

"Are you stupid? Who did your father go with fifteen years ago? With her mother? You forgot how your mother died?"

An Xian stood behind Wuhua, his fingers moved, and he couldn't help but not make a move. These things, these two young people don't remind Wuhua today, and there will be people chewing their tongues behind their backs in the future. An Xian also wanted to know how Wuhua would deal with this matter.

Another young man also walked up, pointed at Wuhua's nose, and scolded: "Wuhua, you coward! You can see clearly, she is the daughter of the slut who robbed your mother's man, and the daughter of the slut who killed your mother!"

Wuhua shook his head vigorously. Table ...... Cousin, that incident has nothing to do with my sister. My sister was just a kid at the time. Besides, my dad didn't like my mother in the first place......"

"Get out of here, you waste!" The young man who smoked the back of Wuhua's head pushed Wuhua away, stood in front of An Xian, made a throat-cutting gesture with his hand on his neck, and said viciously, "Little slut, I want to duel with you!"

Most sects have the rule that disciples are not allowed to fight privately, and can only "duel" in the prescribed ring, and the Ghost Temple is no exception. went to the dueling arena, life and death were up to you.

An Xian held up the deacon token of the Mystical Vault to the young man. "When you see the elders, you have to salute, didn't your master teach you?"

The young man scoffed. "You're the first level of the Spirit Marrow Realm, I'm sorry, I'm also the first level of the Spirit Marrow Realm!" he snapped his fingers, and his green-haired ghoul flanked him from the side. "See, my ghost, the eighth level of the Spirit Realm!"

Another young man rubbed his wrist and made a clicking sound from his wrist bones, and surrounded him with his green-haired corpse puppet. "I'm Hongguang, the second level of the Spirit Essence Realm. He pointed to his ghost puppet, "My ghost is at the eighth level of the Spirit Realm." ”

Quietly, he just shook the Deacon Token of the Mystical Archive from afar.

Wuhua trembled, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear. He hesitated for a while, but still mustered up his courage and shouted, "You...... You guys...... As an inner disciple, I still don't salute when I see the deacon of the Secret Library!"

"Yo, this waste wood actually took the wrong medicine today?" The self-proclaimed Hongbo turned his head and despised Wuhua, "It seems that we have to let the green bear taste him tonight." ”

The man who claimed to be Hongguang turned his head to look at Wuhua and said, "He's bold, maybe there is no smell in the taste, and the green bear and the green tiger will definitely like it." ”

Wu Hua sat on the ground a little, and his pupils were a little dilated, obviously frightened. The green bear and the green tiger refer to the ghouls of Hongbo and Hongguang. Fog Hua seemed to feel the coldness of the two ghouls gnawing at his cheeks and his neck as they spewed foul stench.

An Xian was angry. She tucked the Deacon token from the Vault into her bosom and spread her palms out. A stick wrapped in a white cloth appeared in her hand. Of course, this is not a stick, but a Nine Heavens Wind Thunder Fan.

"Bastard!" An Xian raised the white cloth stick and was about to make a move, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the white fog, his heart moved, and he stopped his hand in mid-air.

The fear in Wuhua's eyes was so real, which made An Xian feel angry. The fog in her mind is not like this.

She stopped, she wanted to see what Wuhua would do.

An Xian stopped, but the two cousins did. The two of them and their corpse puppets surrounded An Xian at once, fists and feet facing each other.

An Xian didn't fight back, she endured, she waited. She wanted to know how much Wuhua cared about her! She hoped that Wuhua could get rid of his nightmare and become the master of the Wuhua Palace.

Wuhua did not disappoint An Xian.

Wuhua heard her sister's screams, and her anger surged. Although he was still terrified, he shouted, "Hongbo, Hongguang, let go of my sister!" and got up from the ground and rushed into the battle group.

Hong Bo gave Wuhua a kick and kicked Wuhua out.

Bang! Wuhua smashed to the ground, quickly got up, and shouted, "Xiaobai!" and rushed into the battle group again. This time, his Xiaobai also went to war.

"Bang, bang!" There were two muffled sounds, and both Wuhua and Xiaobai fell to the ground.

This time, Wuhua's leg was injured and he couldn't get up for half a day. In his ears, his sister's screams were heard, and Wuhua's heart ached. He struggled to get up.

An Xian fell to the ground, and her ghost fell farther away. Hong Bo and Hong Guang are kicking and beating An Xian one by one. The two green-haired ghouls lay down, opened their mouths, dripping with foul-smelling green corpse water, baring their white fangs, and approached to rest. One to bite An Xian's arm, the other to bite An Xian's leg.

Wuhua was often bitten by these two green-haired ghouls, and he knew the painful taste of fear. After being bitten, the corpse poison remains in the body. As a ghost rider, although the Ghost Temple has a way to remove corpse poison, the effect is very slow. If the poison is not completely removed, the poisoned person will be in pain for a day, and the stench of corpse decay will always be emitted.

Thinking that his delicate sister was about to suffer this fate, Wuhua went crazy. "Stop—" He roared, slammed to his feet, and rushed towards his two cousins.

Wuhua didn't notice that when his roar came out of his throat, there was a thin layer of golden glow on the sound waves. The voice came to the demons as if the whip had been drawn upon them.

The two green-haired ghouls bore the brunt of the attack, falling on the spot, clutching their heads and rolling.

Not far away, Lin Shisan, who pretended to be injured and fell, covered his ears, his chest was like a heavy hammer beating, and he was in pain.

The temple of the Ghost Temple was too small, and the sound of Wuhua spread to almost every corner. All the ghouls and ghosts who have cultivated below in the Spirit Essence Realm have all fallen. Those ghosts who had cultivated to a higher level trembled one after another.

The Ghost Sanctuary was shocked up and down.

Wen Zhu, who was in extreme depression, suddenly raised his head. "Shock the ghosts?"

An old man with a hundred beards jumped out of the secret room and looked at the bottle. "Who is it? Who is it? Who is it in our Ghost Temple that has awakened the talent of the Ghost Lord?"

Wen Zhu was embarrassed. He, the hall master, was too derelict in his duties, and the sect had produced such a peerless genius, and he didn't know anything about it.

Wuhua kicked Hong Bo hard, and asked Xiaobai to hit Hong Guang. He shouted, "Sister, go find grandpa." Sister, you go quickly!"

Hong Bo and Hong Guang fell into a state of stupidity because they were extremely shocked. The two of them naturally felt the strangeness of the ghost puppet connected to their bloodline, and at the same time, the two of them were also impressed by Wuhua. Is this still that timid and cowardly little cousin of waste wood?