Ji Hong cautiously went to the door to check again, but at this moment, there was a sudden wind behind him. made his back hairy, and subconsciously turned his head to look, behind him stood a figure dressed in white with loose hair.

Ji Hong sighed, rolled his eyes angrily and said, "Pei Ming, why are you back again, and you still ran behind me and came to scare me again, is it fun?"

"Pei Ming" didn't answer, in this quiet and dim environment, there was a weird feeling. Just when Ji Hong also felt a little wrong, the "Pei Ming" on the opposite side suddenly poked his head out towards Ji Hong.

His neck stretched longer and longer, and it actually stretched directly in front of Ji Hong. The hair that covered his face parted as well, revealing a pale face without the slightest expression, staring at a pair of scarlet eyes, and a fierce aura came to his face.

No matter how stupid Ji Hong is, he can tell what Pei Ming is, he is clearly a terrifying ghost, when has he seen such a picture, no matter how calm he is, he can't hold it, the two trembles, his whole body is numb, his teeth are rattling, let alone running away, he can't even call for help.

I saw the ghost thing, grinning, the corners of the mouth grinning directly to the root of the ear, the fine and sharp shark-like teeth were exposed, and there were bloody shreds of flesh on it. The warm and humid breath mixed with the foul smell sprayed on Ji Hong's face, making him almost faint.

The ghost thing looked a little impatient, and his hands with sharp nails poked out, as if he was going to tear Ji Hong apart directly and then swallow it alive.

Perhaps it was the murderous intent revealed by the ghost flow that inspired Ji Hong's bloodiness, and at this critical moment of life and death, he finally briefly overcame his fear and had the power to act. Ji Hong did not hesitate, but fell headlong, rolled on the spot, and temporarily got out of the control of the ghost.

The boys of the Northern Regions have to fight against the harsh natural environment while resisting Yidi, so they have been practicing martial arts since childhood, and they have to be exposed to the enlightenment of martial arts when they are five to eight years old, don't look at Ji Hong This year, he is only thirteen years old, but he has been practicing martial arts for seven years, although because the body has not grown, the muscles and bones have not been completed, and even the internal strength has not been practiced, but the basic kung fu frame is still posed.

After getting out, he quickly stood up, spread his arms, put on a shelf to pounce, and pulled out the purple rutile crystal in his right hand, which illuminated a field with fluorescence, in addition to the function of concentrating, it also has the ability to ward off evil spirits. He stared at the ghost, and out of the corner of his eye, he was still looking for a way out: whether to smash the window or run away.

It's just that before he could make a decision, a suspicious smile suddenly appeared on the stiff face of the ghost opposite. At the same time, as if an electric shock for a while, a little numbness rose from Ji Hong's tail vertebrae and rushed straight to the top door.

A basin-sized head, glowing with a miserable green halo, rose from behind Ji Hong, and it opened its blood-red mouth, and bit down on Ji Hong before he could react......

The old Taoist priest who was still playing against Li Yingying twisted a sunspot in his hand and meditated the chessboard in front of him, and suddenly a whim stirred, making him seem to notice something, and said: "It's not good." As soon as he threw the chess pieces, he ran in the direction of the Jing Pavilion.

Li Yingying only noticed it after him, her face changed sharply, and she stepped out of the house almost at the same time as him.

But when they came out, they had to stop at the same time, because in the courtyard outside the house, there was already a person standing at some point, and that person was wearing a white cloak, like the white moonlight in this moonless night, warming a domain, and at the same time imprisoning a domain.

"The two Dao brothers are fine. The leisurely words slowly rippled, as if there was some kind of determined magic, which completely shook the determination of the old Taoist priest and the two to rescue.

......

In the woods not far from the Lingshu Guanjing Pavilion, there was a sudden sound of fierce fighting, but it suddenly subsided. A moment later, an eerie mist rose in the forest, and in the blink of an eye, it completely enveloped the nearby scripture pavilion.

......

In the library on the second floor of the attic, just as the sharp teeth of the flying skull were about to bite Ji Hong's neck, a slightly thin palm stretched out from the darkness, grabbing the scattered hair of the flying skull, so that it could not move forward any further.

The yellow-green mist that swirled above the flying skull was mixed with a hint of blackness, and at the same time, it also wrapped around the palm, but the palm did not suffer any damage, as if these things were not good at first glance, and they were harmless. The flying skull struggled desperately, and even looked back and bit back, but the result was that the other palm stretched out from the darkness grabbed the top door, and the two hands were torn in half.

This flying skull was originally a ghost thing, with no body, but now it was torn apart, and it directly turned into a handful of black smoke and disappeared into midair.

The expression of the white-clothed ghost in front of him stiffened on his face, looking at the figure of Chen An walking out of the dark, his shoulders were torn and his clothes looked a little embarrassed, but the expression on his face was cold and irrepressible anger.

Time and space seemed to lag for a moment, the ferocious aura steamed again, and the white-clothed ghost pounced on him, but the target was not Chen An, but Ji Hong, who was also watching Chen An walk out, gave up revenge and completed the task.

"Huh?" Chen Anyuan's eyes widened, as if a thousand essences burst out of it, and the incomparable spiritual power crushed down, and in a terrible scream, the white-clothed ghost melted into the air in an instant like being splashed with strong acid, and like snow meeting the sun.

Chen An was not able to interfere with reality like Jiang Tai's martial arts will, but he was still able to deal with a little ghost without a body.

Just because he was unfamiliar, he almost caught the road, and the broken shoulder clothes were like this, which was also the reason for his anger, a young man almost injured himself, it was a great shame, this kind of insult can only be washed away with blood.

Therefore, he didn't look at the sluggish Ji Hong more, but directly turned into light, escaped the window, and rushed to the outside of the pavilion, followed the source of the smoke, and came to the woods on the side, at this time he needed to vent, and the person who was going to bear his anger was in the forest in his senses.

A man in black in the grove looked at Chen An who suddenly appeared in surprise, and his head was strangely plucked off as soon as the word "you" came out, as simple as picking a peach. The other person just wanted to call for help, but was imprinted on his back by Chen An's palm, and a large amount of blood blocked his throat, after all, he didn't even shout the word "enemy" of "enemy attack", so he swallowed his breath. The third person finally formed a curse mark on his chest, but before the spell could be recited, Chen An pressed his head into his chest, and he couldn't spit out a word again.

The fourth person, who had been completely stupid, was easily eliminated, and the other five intruders who were concentrating on preparing the ritual were left in this forest, and when they were tripped by the ritual and couldn't spare their hands at all, they were sent by Chen An to be the ghost of their envoy one by one.

The white-cloaked man who was still confronting Li Yingying and the old Taoist priest seemed to sense something at this time, and his face changed instantly, and he abandoned the two and rushed to the woods next to the pavilion.

There was a gallop, and when he arrived, what he saw there were corpses everywhere, four guards, five rituals, and nine disciples all in different places, and the death was unbearable.

In addition, the only one standing was a young man wearing a torn robe and loose hair, with a slightly childish face with an endless hideous color, and with the surrounding scenes, the white-cloaked man believed that he was the butcher of this Shura field.

"Sure enough, these little trash fish are just appetizers, and finally a decent one has come. Before the white cloak could say anything, Chen An's gaze had already locked on him, and he was the first to laugh, laughing with cruelty and madness.

"You ......" The white-cloaked man wanted to say something more in the face of such a change, but he couldn't say it at all, because Chen An had already moved, and his movements were incredibly fast.

It was just a blink of an eye, and he ran to within three feet of him and smashed it out with a punch. With this punch, Chen An twisted his waist and exerted his strength with the momentum of running, boiling his qi and blood, squeezing out the air, and the moment his fist arm was straightened, the force poured into the stroke, and the power seemed to be about to penetrate the space in front of him, but the wind pressure brought up made the white cloaked man change his face, and he could only keep his mouth shut and inject Zhenyuan into the cloak on his body with all his might.

The white cloak lit up with Dao runes, spreading out to form a wall of runes, blocking Chen An's advance. But with a bang, he was smashed by Chen An's punch.

The white cloak also became a little broken with the collapse of the rune, and the cloak man was even more devoured by the magic weapon, and a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out, but he couldn't heal and recover, because Chen An's second punch had already arrived.

With this punch, Chen An withdrew his arm to his waist, and the strength of his whole body seemed to shrink to one place, and then exploded in the next moment, and a punch was thrown out, and the fist collapsed in half a step.

His muscles were bulging, his robe was stretched out, and in the eyes of the cloaked man, he was facing a giant who stood up to the sky and the earth, crushing him with the momentum of opening mountains and carrying mountains. If there was still a hint of sharpness in the punch just now, then this punch was already pure strength.

In the past, Chen An transformed the Bipolar King Seal into a famous sword flow giant, but now he wants to turn it out again, because the Xuan soldiers are invisible.

Among the famous sword streams, only the Juque style is the simplest, because after it throws away the fierceness, there is only the purest force left, this is Chen An's attempt to "Xuanbing invisible", the first step to take it, to dissolve all tangible moves, and to step into the realm of no moves.

And when he swung his fist, the sea of vitality only rippled slightly, blessing his fist, and it was not attracted otherwise, it was not that Chen An cared about anything, but he faintly realized that this should be the way of fighting of a martial artist, and blindly relying on the sea of vitality was going astray.

In the face of the desperate cloaked man desperately squeezing out his last trace of true yuan, he sacrificed a golden round shield, which was urged by the true yuan and bloomed with a thousand miles of glory, like an indestructible city wall, blocking in front of Chen An, but it was shattered in the next moment and smashed by Chen An with a punch.

No amount of means can stop him.

Chen An took another step, this step had already rushed to the front of the cloaked man, he jumped up, raised his hands high, clasped them into a hammer, and took advantage of the falling momentum, like a meteor falling, fiercely slammed down. skyrocketed in height by nearly a zhang, and in the eyes of the cloaked man, he was like a demon god who had been born.

The shadow of death is spreading wildly and eroding the cloaked man's heart, he is unwilling, he still has a set of sword formations useless, and a powerful magic weapon has not been used; he has condensed the false pill, and there is still half a step to complete the golden pill to become a generation of grandmasters, the scenery is infinite, and he still has a great future.

The top master, he has not killed before, as long as he is given two more breaths, the true yuan returns, he can use his hole cards to kill the opponent.

It's a pity that all this is not in the fight to the death, and the hole cards do not need to be out is a waste card.

Boom, the earth trembled, and the entire Lingshu Temple was shrouded in a frightened scream: "The earth cow has turned over."

This forest was directly reduced to powder under this huge force, and the ancient tree-lined road next to the pavilion no longer existed, as if it had evaporated in an instant, leaving only a bare clearing centered on a huge pit. There was nothing in the pit except for a few pieces of broken metal, and even the remnants of the cloaked man's corpse were shattered into dust, making Chen An's idea of picking up the corpse while standing on the edge of the pit empty.

Touching his nose in embarrassment, just now he used anger as a guide, successfully melted the giant que, and took the first step of the invisible Xuanbing, and he couldn't contain his strength for a while to cause the effect of Rusi, and now it seems that the loss is not small. But fortunately, seeing the invisible shadow of the Xuan Bing, this is the biggest gain, and other foreign objects cannot be compared after all. It's just to make a move, and in the process of killing all the way, he didn't leave a living mouth, didn't figure out the identity of the other party, and was a little passive and regretful.

However, it can still be determined that the person who came is the immortal gate, and the ghost path soul control technique is not fake, and their target is not themselves, but ......

Chen An looked up in the direction of the library on the second floor of the Jing Pavilion, and seemed to see the figure of the young man who was still standing blankly.