"Xiaocao, since you know the ghost clan, you should know a little bit about how to deal with the ghost clan!" Wan Qing asked.

For this kind of opponent, before there is absolute certainty, Wan Qing will not participate in the battle, in case he is scythe, what will happen to this divine thought, who knows.

"Let me think!" the weasel scratched the skyrocketing cone.

"Use the essence of the ghost grass first, you can restrain him!" After thinking for a long time, the weasel spoke.

Hearing the words of the green weasel, Wan Qing was in pain, this is a C-grade herb, it is still helpful for divine thoughts, and there is only one plant left.

"Wan Qing, you have to hurry, there are C-level sixth-order cultivators coming!" Qing Weasel hurriedly reminded Wan Qing that four kilometers away, a group of people had already appeared, and the most powerful was the C-level sixth-order cultivators, and looking at the posture, the combat effectiveness was definitely the kind that could fight beyond the ranks.

"Sixth-order cultivators, you can only use this ghost grass!"

Wan Qing no longer hesitated, took out the last ghost grass, his hands were like spirit snakes, pinching the seal, and a fire lotus appeared, hitting the ghost grass directly, refining the essence.

In just a few breaths, the fire lotus bloomed, and a lotus pod appeared, but the lotus pod only had one lotus seed, a liquid lotus seed, which was the essence of the ghost grass.

"I didn't expect it to be like this!" Wan Qing whispered, a little too little.

"Hurry!" Wan Qing snorted coldly, his hands suddenly stopped, and the fire lotus held the lotus canopy and galloped towards Zhang Wei's ghost.

"Boom!"

Wan Qing's hands twisted quickly, and he continued to pinch the trick, and after a cold drink, there was a sound, the fire lotus burst open, the lotus pod burst open, and the essence of the ghost grass sprinkled on Zhang Wei's ghost.

Zizizizi!

"Ah!!h

Zhang Bian's shadow emitted wisps of black smoke one after another, Zhang Biao changed into his previous appearance, with an extra pitch-black scythe in his hand, which was two meters long, and the tail end of the crescent moon blade was a skull, and bursts of black smoke floated out from the eyes, nose and mouth of the skull from time to time, which made people feel worried.

Zhang Bian, who came back from the change, was still covered in black smoke, even if Zhang Bian kept patting, it was still black smoke billowing out, getting stronger and stronger.

"Wan Qing, I can't kill you this time, next time, I will take you on the dog's head!" After some cruel words, Zhang Wei turned around and wanted to run away, but unfortunately the short dagger of the abyss had already stabbed over.

Zhang Wei hurriedly blocked with his right hand, and the short dagger penetrated Zhang Bian's right hand, Zhang Wei felt pain for a while, and as soon as his right hand was released, the soul hook sickle slipped down.

Just when Zhang Wei used his left hand to catch the Soul Hook Scythe, the Soul Hook Scythe was long gone, and when he looked up, Zhang Bian's hideous mask had been distorted into a ghost shape.

"Wan Qing, you wait for Lao Tzu!" Zhang Wei turned around and turned into a black shadow and fled quickly.

"Stop chasing, it's the right thing to do in the next battle!" Wan Qing called out to the abyss who was about to continue the pursuit.

Holding the soul hooking sickle in his hand, Wan Qing was surprised again and again in his heart, the two-meter scythe was not very heavy, only a hundred or ten catties, but the aura emitted by this sickle made Wan Qing understand that this scythe was very powerful.

"Wan Qing, I feel that this scythe may be an opportunity to repair the slightest crack in your divine mind!" said the green weasel slowly.

"Opportunity?" Wan Qing's face was still calm, that trace of crack, even the herbs that help the divine thought, there is no way, this big scythe can be repaired?

Wan Qing obviously didn't believe it, if he said that he cut his divine thoughts in half, Wan Qing still believed it.

"Do you see that skull, you release the divine thoughts of the right black sky!" said the weasel

Wan Qing didn't ask, the right black sky opened, the tall, short, fat and thin divine thoughts were released, and four black lines drilled out of Wan Qing's right eye.

The next moment, the eyes, nose and mouth of the skull on the scythe released a large amount of black mist, and swept directly towards the tall, short, fat and thin divine thoughts.

Although the four divine thoughts are blank, the natural nature of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is still there, and they cannot escape the black fog when they break through left and right.

The four divine thoughts were swept into the skull, and the eyes, nose, and mouth flickered and darkened, glowing with white light.

"Damn, boss, can you handle this thing?" Yu Yuan popped up from the side, looking curiously at the sickle in Wan Qing's hand, with a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

You Yuan has fought with Zhang Wei, so he naturally knows the power of this soul scythe, if he didn't have this ancestral dagger, he wouldn't be able to fight at all.

"Hide it quickly, you're a big hole card!" Wan Qing glared directly at the abyss.

The abyss only shrunk his neck and turned around and disappeared, nowhere to be found.

Wan Qing's right hand clenched the Soul Hooking Scythe and threw it forward, and the blade of the Crescent Scythe threw out an enlarged version of the black blade and flew forward.

bite

A crisp impact sound came, Wan Qing frowned slightly, this black blade was actually cracked by the other party so easily, and the name of this soul scythe seemed to be a little unworthy of the name.

"I'll go, will you use a sickle?" The green weasel is secretly patting his head, how can there be such a stupid person, where is this using a sickle, this is clearly using a kitchen knife, chopping, chopping, chopping, chopping, cutting, is this the rhythm of dividing pork?

"Forget it, here's a basic way to use a sickle, it should be able to make you quick!" Looking at Wan Qing's use of the sickle, Qing Weasel said that he was helpless, and directly took out a basic knife technique of a grade A medium-grade sickle.

After feeling it a little, Wan Qing smiled, it turned out that the sickle could still be used like this.

"Try this first!" Wan Qing said softly looking at the man five hundred meters away, with an unfriendly smile.

"Scythe!"

Wan Qing clenched the long handle of the Soul Hooking Scythe with both hands, and swiped it diagonally forward, and a black filament was pulled out.

"Hurry!" with a cold snort, the black silk stretched out forward, turning into a black blade with a faint light.

"Cultivator ants, dare to wield a sickle in front of me Zhang Mingli, who gave you the courage!" said a man who looked similar to Zhang Mingde disdainfully, and the meteor hammer in his hand smashed forward.

Bite!

A crisp sound rang out again, and the black blade was smashed in half.

"Hmph, after playing for so long, it's not enough!" The corners of Zhang Mingli's mouth turned up slightly, with a thick disdain.

The next moment, Zhang Mingli quickly flashed back, but the black blade didn't give Zhang Mingli a chance to catch up directly.

Hiss!

With a soft sound, it seemed as if something was being torn, but nothing could be seen being torn apart. The black blade penetrated through Zhang Mingli's waist, leaving no trace, even the clothes Zhang Mingli was wearing did not have the slightest trace.

"Ah!!" A miserable scream erupted from Zhang Mingli's mouth, extremely miserable.

Zhang Mingli held his head in his hands, lay on the ground, and kept rolling, his face was pale and bloodless, and his eyes were like beasts in heat, crimson.

"Wan Qing, this revenge, I, Zhang Mingli, will definitely avenge it!" Zhang Mingli covered his head with one hand, supported his knees with the other, and glared at Wan Qing with red eyes, but Zhang Mingli had already lost seventy percent of his combat effectiveness, and he couldn't deal with Wan Qing at all.

Zhang Mingli turned around and quickly withdrew, leaving behind that cruel sentence, there was also a C-grade mid-grade meteor hammer.

"That's good, leave after giving the gift, that's good!" Wan Qing put away the meteor hammer and nodded with satisfaction.

Glancing around, the group of people behind them almost all came over, looking at the posture, nine times out of ten it was a team of outlaws, a group of mercenary people.

"Wan Qing, just tie your hands, you can't escape, follow us back to the Mo family, it's your best choice!" A burly man walked out, with an animal skin vest on his upper body and animal skin shorts on his lower body, and the muscles on his body were raised high. The criss-crossing scars on the surface of the skin, coupled with the third-order level of the third order, it was obvious that this person's combat effectiveness was not bad.

There were a total of fifteen people on the opposite side, twelve cultivators, and three ninth-order peak cultivators, all of whom were ruthless, and their eyes were glowing with bloodthirsty light.

"Don't have an advantage!" Wan Qing scratched his head, the number of people is a disadvantage, not to mention that the other party is almost all cultivators, and on his side, there is only one slap in the face of cultivators.

"I can only let them drag it, wait for me to solve it quickly!" Wan Qing thought about it in his heart and made up his mind.

"Do you have the ability to arrest me?" Wan Qing said contemptuously to the strong man in front of him.

"Look for death, wait for me to beat you half to death, don't regret it!" The strong man was furious, and his fists hammered hard into his chest, making a dull sound, but the strong man didn't do anything at all, and the strength of his muscles can be imagined.

"Kill, leave no one behind!" Wan Qing shouted with a swing of the scythe in his hand.

"Kill, except for Wan Qing, everyone else can be killed casually!" the strong man roared angrily, like an angry chimpanzee.

The next moment, as soon as the sickle in his hand was collected, Yan Xuan put it on, and Wan Qing took the strong man directly.

"Fury!"

"Wan Qing's originality-sha!"

Wan Qing roared one after another, and his fists burst out of a four-zhang high furious flame, and a powerful momentum wrapped his fists, attached to the angry flames, and fluttered with the angry flames.

"Chimpanzee Fist!"

The strong man hit his chest with his fists again, and his strength increased by three points, and the momentum of the strong man's body also increased by three points, blasting towards Wan Qing.

Bang bang bang!

The two pairs of fists bombarded each other frantically, the impact sound was dull and powerful, and the strong wind between the two fists gusted, blowing Wan Qing's long hair frantically.

Wan Qing's fist is extremely domineering, especially the angry flame of the right fist, under the amplification of Yan, it also has a burning effect, every time the punch goes down, the strong man's fist will have a slight sizzling sound, but the sound is very small, you have to listen carefully to hear it.

The strong man's chimpanzee fist is not vegetarian, this punch is completely imitating the chimpanzee beast, although the chimpanzee beast is burly and majestic, but it is extremely flexible, and the strength is extremely strong, which is very suitable for the strong man.

With each punch, the strong man could strike at least two tons of strength, and an ordinary fifth-order cultivator was afraid that he would die after not being able to take a few punches.

"Paralysis, an outlaw is an outlaw!" Wan Qing sighed in his heart, he still couldn't do it like this.

"I can only use the moves I learned that day!" Wan Qing said secretly in his heart.

"Black Tiger Digs Out Heart!"

"Monkey steals peaches!"

"Haidilao Moon!"

“......”

Wan Qing used several ruthless moves in a row, but they were cracked by the strong man one by one, without the slightest effect.

"Little cub, these moves, Lao Tzu will be able to enter and exit the rivers and lakes, do you know that you are a class with an axe?" the strong man looked at Wan Qing and said proudly.

"Scythe!"

Just when the strong man was proud, Wan Qing swiped forward, and a black blade slashed towards the strong man, and before the strong man could react, the blade had already penetrated the strong man's body.

"Armor Piercing Fist!"

Just as the strong man was holding his head with his hands in pain, Wan Qing's fists had already burst out, and they hit the strong man's chest.