Although the "Nine Turns of Heavenly Skill of Creation" is unparalleled, with the improvement of cultivation, there is more and more dead qi in the body, and if this dead qi does not have the corresponding vitality balance, there is only a dead end.

Qin Ying was like this at this time, as the gray halo in his body was refined, the side effects of the Nine Transformations of Heavenly Gong also appeared at this moment.

The huge death qi filled his limbs and hundreds of remains, also eroding his mind, Qin Ying felt that his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, endless darkness attacked, and Qin Ying fell into a state of suspended animation.

At this time, he couldn't do anything, only wandering in the endless darkness, and suddenly a tingling pain came, and Qin Ying became slightly conscious.

"Can't stop" Qin Ying reminded himself in the dark, but at this time he only realized a little that he couldn't do anything, Qin Ying tried to control his body, but failed again and again.

"Is this going to die here!" Qin Ying was a little unwilling in his heart, but there was no way.

Time passed little by little, and the gray halo in his body that had not been completely refined was devouring his vitality, and if nothing else, it would not be long before he would become a cold corpse.

In the continuous efforts, Qin Ying's desire to survive made his instinct control his body, and gradually began to refine this gray halo, three days passed, Qin Ying finally gradually woke up, and his cultivation also reached the six changes of slaying spirits.

For the rest of his life after another catastrophe, Qin Ying didn't have much joy, the situation in his body was not good, too much dead qi filled his body, at most a month he had to find enough vitality to balance the dead qi in his body, otherwise the immortals would not be able to save him.

At this time, he used most of his spiritual power to suppress the dead qi in his body, and there was very little spiritual power he could use, and now he could only exert the strength of the three changes of the spirit at most.

Qin Ying decided to go back to the sect first, he got a lot of good things from the thirteen sect masters, and he could just go back to the sect to exchange for some elixirs containing vitality.

The body moved with his heart, and his body turned into an afterimage and left into the distance.

After running wildly for a long time, when passing by a mountain, a little murderous aura came from the dense jungle.

Several mysterious things suddenly attacked with a fierce momentum.

Qin Ying's eyes condensed, his spiritual power exploded, and the wind under his feet was fierce, narrowly avoiding this deadly attack.

Shocking to the eye, several cone-shaped hidden weapons that originally shot at him smashed the boulder not far away into pieces.

"It's so dangerous!" Qin Ying said secretly in his heart, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, staring at several figures in the jungle that kept flashing.

Three murderous figures struck from the jungle and surrounded themselves.

"It's really a house leak that happened to rain overnight. Helplessly. Looking at the three people who came to kill without saying a word, Qin Ying pondered a little in his heart, these three people were all three changes of slashing spirits, and they didn't look like they were murderous and treasure-grabbers.

"Could it be that I was used as a gun!"

Just when Qin Ying was about to be unable to resist, a familiar shadow came from afar, and Qin Ying hurriedly suppressed the cultivation to the point of slashing the spirit.

The sword light struck, and the three Soul Slashing Three Transformation Cultivators slashed under the sword, and when they saw the person coming, Qin Ying said respectfully: "Senior Sister Ling." ”

This beautiful figure with a bit of cold arrogance was Ling Qinghan, and at this time, Qin Ying also understood why these three monks who had slashed spirits and changed three transformations killed themselves as soon as they met.

In order to participate in this big competition, the disciples of the sect uniformly wore the clothes issued by the Purple Cloud Sect. It was strange that the other party didn't kill himself when he saw the Purple Cloud Sect costume he was wearing.

Seeing the latter's brows furrowed slightly, Qin Ying faintly guessed that he had entered a killing situation, and the opponent who could make the Heavenly Lady of the Purple Cloud Sect have a headache, the other party was definitely not simple.

"Ling Qinghan, you can't escape this time. A domineering voice came from a distance, accompanied by the sound of a breaking wind.

Qin Ying sighed helplessly, he had just gotten rid of a blood-pupiled blue wolf with abnormal minds, and now he had encountered such a thing again.

Just as Qin Ying was thinking wildly, a soft slender hand wrapped around his waist and fled quickly into the distance.

Qin Ying came back to his senses a little bit, accepted this reality, he was hugged by a beautiful woman, looking at the beautiful face close at hand, Qin Ying felt quite weird.

After running for a long time, the two hid in a hidden mountain stream cave, and the latter suddenly let go of Qin Ying, and his face was slightly red.

In the damp cave, Qin Ying looked at Ling Qinghan on the opposite side, this Heavenly Lady who was tied for the first place with Yunya of the True Inheritance Disciples, and was quietly adjusting her breath at this time.

The beautiful face is elegant and amorous, the red lips are slightly cold and arrogant, and the indescribable calm on his body does not fluctuate in the slightest even in danger.

A woman, this calmness and self-satisfaction, how many men can compare!

Looking at Ling Qinghan, who had adjusted his breath, Qin Ying spoke, "What the hell is going on with all this?"

Ling Qinghan's beautiful eyes condensed slightly, and he recalled: "The person who chased me, I killed his younger brother three years ago, as for the glacier valley... I don't know. ”

After a moment of silence, Ling Qinghan spoke again: "After a while, I will be responsible for leading away the people who are chasing me, and you take advantage of the chaos to flee back to the Purple Cloud Sect to inform the Glacier Valley of what happened, I always feel that all this seems to be directed at my Purple Cloud Sect!"

Looking at the undoubted Ling Qinghan, Qin Ying nodded.

The latter acted resolutely, and after explaining everything, he rushed out decisively, feeling the power from outside gradually dissipating, Qin Ying changed the Purple Cloud Sect clothes on his body and set foot on the road back to the sect.

....

In the depths of the Demon Beast Mountain Range, there are high-level demon beasts all over here, and there are many seventh-level demon beasts that haunt here, even the powerhouses of the Condensation Realm will not come here easily.

At this time, a tall figure stood proudly here, her white skirt wrapped her delicate body, and a pair of glass-like beautiful eyes under the two slender willow eyebrows exuded brilliance. The smell of holiness in his body is ashamed of himself.

This perfect shadow to the extreme is none other than the Purple Cloud Sect's Yunya, at this time there are three demon beasts standing behind her, all of them are eighth-level demon beasts, this is equivalent to a powerful cultivator of the Human Soul Gathering Realm.

These three eighth-level demon beasts, any one of them can destroy the Purple Cloud Sect.

One of the amethyst demon apes respectfully said to Yunya, "Holy Maiden, do we want to make a move?"

When Yunya heard this, her beautiful eyes flickered, and her calm words slowly sounded: "The more trouble they make, the better, and we will add fuel to it when necessary." ”

She looked in the direction of the Purple Cloud Sect with beautiful eyes and muttered, "I hope this blazing fire can illuminate the path ahead of our Spirit Demon Sect." ”

.....

The Purple Cloud Sect, the absolute overlord of the Dongzhou Land and one of the thirty-six sects of the Green Domain, was facing an unprecedented crisis at this time.

Above the Purple Cloud Sect, eleven figures stood in the air, especially the figure at the head, and the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from the surrounding body were even more shocking.

Among these eleven figures, one of the Qianying Shadow cultivators was second only to the one headed by them, and this Qianying was also one of the only two Condensation Realm White Jade Bone Cultivators among these eleven people.

Just now, this shadow killed a Condensation Realm White Jade Bone Elder of the Purple Cloud Sect, and countless disciples looked at this shadow in astonishment, and even many elders of the Purple Cloud Sect had mixed feelings at this time.

This powerful Qianying is none other than Liu Yueqin, the peak master of Qingluan Peak, who was originally an elder of the Purple Cloud Sect, but now he has openly betrayed the sect.

These eleven figures stood naked above the Purple Cloud Sect like this, without the slightest intention of dodging, but no one dared to say that they were arrogant, because they had this capital.

Especially the figure headed by Dao is even more outrageous, he wears a ghost mask, and his body is hidden in a huge black robe.

is also a Condensation Realm White Jade Bone cultivator, this ghost-faced monk is one against three, not only did he not fall into the slightest disadvantage, but also killed a Condensation Realm White Jade Bone Elder.

In addition to the sect master of the Purple Cloud Sect, there are only two of the five condensation realm white jade bone powerhouses left. The seventeen Golden Armor Stage elders of the Purple Cloud Sect were even more killed or injured.

At this time, the ghost-faced monk led in mid-air suddenly slapped towards the forbidden land of the Purple Cloud Sect, and his voice also sounded: "Long Guyang, do you want to watch your disciples and grandchildren die?"

Ryuguyang!

Hearing this unfamiliar name, everyone was stunned for a while, only a few older elders knew that the Dragon Guyang in the other party's mouth was none other than the ancestor of their Purple Cloud Sect, a Soul Gathering Realm powerhouse who had lived for nearly five hundred years.

This extremely domineering palm shook the Purple Cloud Sect to the ground. An old figure in the depths of the earth gradually woke up from the state of turtle breath.

The majestic spiritual power poured out of his body, and the old man's face had a fierce aura, and in a moment, he came to the sky above the Purple Cloud Sect, feeling the power exuded by the old figure above, and many disciples murmured with swaying hearts: "Ancestor, you are really alive!"

The only two remaining White Jade Bone Cultivators of the Purple Cloud Sect were also looking at their ancestors with emotion at this moment, the Purple Cloud Sect was down, and now they had to rely on their own ancestors who were about to enter the ground to resolve the crisis in front of them!

The Sect Master had been in retreat since three years ago, and he had just sent someone to invite the Sect Master, only to find that the Sect Master was not in the Purple Cloud Sect at all!

Chu Xuan went out five years ago and didn't return! The sect master didn't know where he was now! The only two masters in the sect had disappeared one after another!

"It seems that it's time to pay attention to Yunya and Ling Qinghan, these two juniors!" The two elders made up their minds and asked about it when the two of them came back.

Thinking about it carefully, these two juniors who have high hopes from the Purple Cloud Sect have been acting too low-key in the past few years, and they are so low-key that people want to forget!

I don't want to think about anything else, it's hard to say whether I can get through this level in front of me at this time, this ghost-faced monk bluntly provoked his own ancestor, and naturally has the strength to match.

Compared to the expectations of the disciples of the Purple Cloud Sect, many of the elders of the Purple Cloud Sect were as clear as a mirror in their hearts.

"It looks like it's going to be an unpredictable battle. One of the elders muttered with a heavy heart, if the ancestor was killed, they would be fish and meat on the board, to be slaughtered.

This battle is very hanging!

The Condensation Realm monks in the sky all gave up a clearing, including the ten people on the Ghost-Faced Monk's side.

Condensation Realm vs. Soul Gathering Realm?!

Everyone was a little uneasy, this ghost-faced monk actually wanted to single-handedly take on Long Gu Yang, although Long Gu Yang was now in a semi-crippled state, but it was definitely not comparable to the White Jade Bone Monk of the Condensation Realm.

Looking at the battle of the strongest in the sky, everyone held their breath, including the ten people on the side of the ghost-faced monk, who were also a little dignified at this time.

I saw that the ghost-faced monk took out a small black flag, and the black flag instantly turned into a three-meter banner under the control of the ghost-faced monk.

Everyone felt a mortal danger from this black banner, and looking at this unpredictable black banner, one of the elderly Condensation Realm cultivators exclaimed, "Yin Ghost Banner. ”

"Yin Ghost Sect, Yin Ghost Ancestor!" he couldn't help but speak, bringing all the elders who had experienced that battle into the memories of the past.

In that battle forty-six years ago, the Purple Cloud Sect led many forces in the land of Dongzhou to launch an encirclement and suppression against the Yin Ghost Sect. The blood of that battle flowed like a river, and the heavens and the earth changed color. In the end, the famous Yin Ghost Ancestor died in battle, and the Yin Ghost Sect also perished.

Looking at the ghost-faced monk holding the Yin Ghost Banner and his combat power was amazing, all those who knew about it were not calm.

"Could it be that he was the Yin Ghost Ancestor back then?"

This idea was quickly validated.

Long Guyang stared at the ghost-faced monk, his eyes were full of fierce light, and he said sharply: "You are not the Yin Ghost Ancestor, who are you?"

When the ghost-faced monk heard this, he let out a loud laugh, and his deep voice slowly sounded: "Naturally, I am not the Yin Ghost Ancestor, this Yin Ghost King, you might as well guess, do I seem familiar?"

The ghost-faced monk said playfully, just when Long Guyang's mind was fluctuating, he made a brazen move.

A huge black mist poured out from the Yin Ghost Flag, enveloping Longgu Yang in it.

In the enchantment formed by the black mist, the two fought one after another, but the people outside the enchantment could not see it. The tremendous power that kept coming from it told the extraordinary fierceness of the battle.

Within the Black Mist Enchantment, Long Guyang's mind fluctuated greatly, and he looked at the Yin Ghost Banner in the hand of the ghost-faced monk opposite, his face was gloomy and uncertain.

This Yin Ghost Banner actually had a divine soul attack, looking at the ghost-faced monk who was wrapped in black mist like a god, Long Guyang knew that he might not be able to defeat the other party.