"Crunch, crunch", a sound that seemed to be glass shattering came out, and the two spirit stones that were the eyes of the array burned rapidly, and the barrier as thin as a piece of paper disappeared in an instant before the huge impact.

At this moment, a low voice suddenly shouted: "With my essence and blood as the guide, the mountains and rivers are in a great array, now!"

As if given life, the painting scroll shook suddenly, completely spread out, the ink flow on the painting paper flowed and transformed, only in an instant to outline the towering and majestic peaks, the mountains and mountains were hidden in the misty mist, Chu Zi looked up at this magic weapon horizontally, his eyes were full of colorful ripples, it was hard to imagine what a vast world was inside the painting scroll.

The middle-aged man whimpered with the wind in his ears, and three large mouths suddenly appeared in the gray smoke and bit down on them. His face was solemn, and he slapped his palm on the scroll, and a reckless ancient mountain instantly came through the void, and the majestic coercion squeezed the surrounding space to pieces, and the ink that had not yet solidified was sprinkled into the sky.

Gray and black collided together, like stars falling to the earth, and after a very brief lull, a more turbulent storm of energy pushed everyone in all directions.

Like thunder, the rocks pierced through the air, and in the inky sky that exploded, the three-headed ghost king manifested his true body, and his body was slightly embarrassed. The middle-aged man's body shook slightly, a mouthful of blood spurted out in an instant, and the breath on his body instantly withered.

The ghost gritted his teeth and grinned: "This king wants to see how many more mountains you can knock out!"

"Still don't help me?!" the middle-aged man roared in a low voice, his white teeth stained with blood, and his true vitality agitated again, as if he had a decisive decision to break the kettle.

"Go, give it to me!" Ye Feng shouted angrily, his eyes looked at the three-headed ghost king with a hideous and terrifying face, and the folding fan in his hand was thrown somewhere, and he was extremely shocked in his heart, for fear of becoming their blood food.

The scribe and the ghost looked at each other, both bitter and unspeakable, if it weren't for the young master of his own family who had to provoke this person, how could he get to this step? However, they were just a few dogs raised by the Ye family, how could they have the right to complain, and now was not the time to hesitate. Without saying a word, they stood behind the middle-aged man and poured the true yuan energy in their bodies into their companions without reservation.

"Huh!" With a loud shout, the three of them joined forces to urge the scroll, and seven mountains came out of the drawing paper one after another, and pressed down heavily from the sky above the three-headed ghost king.

The three-headed ghost king's figure rose rapidly until it broke through a hundred zhang tall. Oniji pulled out an eerie white bone, picked up the bone stick, and smashed a mountain under the suppression on the spot, and the pitch-black stone fragments flew everywhere. Ghost San also punched out his fists without showing weakness, and Wan Jun's huge force blasted away the oncoming mountains and rushed up the dust.

At the same time, Chu Ziheng turned over and landed on a falling boulder, stomped hard under his feet, stepped on the falling stones one after another, and jumped into the air in a few dodges. The fire of divine thought, which had been silent for a long time, beat again, and Chu Ziheng dragged one pale flame after another out of his body, and the flames rose, dispelling most of the haze.

The lightning-fast rain of flames and arrows took the three of them directly, and the three people in the battle had no time to care, and when they were caught off guard, countless divine thoughts of fire did not enter the body, and the three of them screamed miserably, and their movements in their hands were stagnant. And the ghost shadow with the weakest cultivation was the most unbearable, it was difficult to resist the sudden attack of divine thoughts, and he felt that his mind was about to be steamed dry by the nameless fire, and he couldn't stop wailing.

At this moment, the ghost that had been gathering momentum for a long time took a step back, and a large space collapsed under his feet, and a massive amount of heaven and earth aura was swallowed by its whale, and its body expanded nearly twice in an instant.

"Ang!" A huge roar spread out in one mouth, as if the majesty of ten thousand horses galloping swept the heavens and the earth, and the mountains and rivers shattered under the roar! As far as the eye could see, countless mountains and rocks flew upside down for hundreds of miles. The already defenseless ghost turned into a crimson blood mist in this loud roar, which dissipated with the wind.

"The third child!" The scribe and the middle-aged man were wide-eyed, and they all frantically output their true yuan energy, trying to exert the maximum power of the magic weapon in their hands.

"Die!" The middle-aged man desperately struggled with the danger of falling into the Yuanying realm, and almost madly urged the scroll. Only in the blink of an eye, the picture scroll hunted, and a black shadow burst out of it, covering the sky and the sun with black pressure, and it was a dragon-like creature with nine horns on its head!

"Dragon vein!" Chu Ziheng immediately blurted out, staring at the black shadow hovering above him in disbelief. He had seen a dragon vein with his own eyes before, but that dragon vein was too young and not very eye-catching, and the dragon vein in front of him was obviously an adult, and it really had a little bit of true dragon power!

Chu Ziheng's eyes flickered, he didn't expect this magic weapon to be so extraordinary, it was actually pregnant with a dragon vein, if it was timed, maybe it could really form a world. In just a few breaths, Chu Ziheng's mind turned sharply, thinking about how to get this magic weapon in his hands.

The monk who looked like a scribe and the middle-aged man recited the mantra silently at the same time, and two red lights flashed on the head of the black shadow as black as ink, looking even more evil than ordinary dragon veins. The long tail of the black shadow curled, and the majestic aura imprisoned the three ghosts, and tied them up before the three ghosts could react.

The two of them were overjoyed, their minds were triggered, and the ink in the painting scroll diffused, and the blue sky was dim for a moment, and the ink wrapped the three ghosts and black shadows, and dragged them into the painting effortlessly.

"Okay, good!" Ye Feng stroked his palms and laughed, looking at Chu Ziheng with a sneer, in his eyes, Chu Ziheng was now just a tiger with its teeth extracted, and he was no longer afraid.

Chu Ziheng had a calm face, he didn't think that a small dragon vein could trap those three fools.

Suddenly, several bucket-thick black lights burst through the scroll, one of which happened to pierce through the middle-aged man's chest.

"How, how is it possible..."The middle-aged man looked at the big hole in his chest in disbelief, and his eyes gradually darkened.

With a "hiss", several big hands tore the scroll, and the three ghost kings scrambled out. The muscles on Chu Ziheng's face twitched, and he looked quite distressed, a good treasure was ruined like this!

The ghost grabbed the middle-aged man one by one, and the middle-aged man didn't even have time to escape, so he was thrown directly into his mouth by the ghost, bone slag and blood blisters overflowed from that big mouth, and a look of great enjoyment appeared on its face.

"Ah!" the scribe cried out with fear, and retreated violently, not even caring for his master, and fled desperately.

"Hehe, where to go!" Ghost Er threw the bone stick vigorously and heavily, facing the back of the Chinese scholar, the flesh and body suddenly exploded, the flesh and bones were scattered all over the ground, and an illusory villain flew out of the rotten flesh, extremely fast and far away.

It's a pity that he didn't fly far before he was caught by the three ghosts, and one of the two ghosts got the body, and the other got the baby.

Seeing that the three of his subordinates died tragically, and two of them were even eaten alive in front of him, Ye Feng complained bitterly and regretted, he regretted that he did not bring the old servant over, instead of regretting to provoke Chu Ziheng.

The ghost who ate and wiped clean was still reminiscing, still a little unsatisfied, and saw Ye Feng who was stunned. The monster smiled and held out a large hand to him. Just when the ghost was about to touch Ye Feng, his figure suddenly became illusory, and he pressed it with one hand and didn't catch anything. It turned out that this Ye Feng didn't know when he escaped with the method of the golden cicada's shell, and he was so angry that the ghost looked up to the sky and shouted.

Six hundred miles away, Ye Feng held on to a tree stump and gasped for breath, his sudden breath was not smooth, causing his blood qi to go backwards, his face turned from white to red, and his red face was gloomy and terrifying. If he hadn't used the Blood Escape Technique at the last moment, I'm afraid that he would have ended up with the same fate as those men. It's just that such a secret technique has a great damage to qi and blood, and after hurting the foundation, unless a large number of heavenly and earth treasures are used, it is difficult to make up for the loss.

"Ben Shao remembers you!" Ye Feng's narrowed eyes were full of murderous intent, and he firmly remembered Chu Ziheng's appearance!

Chu Ziheng looked at "Ye Feng" who had returned to nothingness, and couldn't help but chuckle: "It's quite fast." It's just that there is still a little confusion in my heart, if Ye Feng was caught earlier, he would definitely be able to scavenge a lot of oil and water, and I don't know if that Dao soldier is on him, Chu Ziheng is also very greedy for that Dao soldier.

What made Chu Ziheng sigh even more was that he only found a storage ring in the scene, which only contained more than 10,000 lower-grade spirit stones and a few medium-grade spirit stones, and the rest were some inconsequential elixir talismans.

"It's better than nothing at all..."Chu Ziheng smiled bitterly and comforted himself and accepted the ring.

Chu Ziheng didn't dare to stay here for long, who knew if there would be a small man snooping in the dark? He hurriedly put the three-headed ghost king into the sword, and let them urge the hundred ghost sword to carry him away.

The sky was getting dark, and Chu Ziheng didn't fly to the vicinity of Yingyue Ridge until night, not forgetting to slow down his speed and enter the mountain gate slowly. As soon as he entered the courtyard, Chu Ziheng immediately closed his eyes and threw himself into the study of alchemy.

At this moment, there were three small boxes in front of him, which were the biggest harvest of this trip - the hard work of necromantic fungi, bamboo horseshoe and Yuan Infant Realm bat essence, since the Lianjia shop had already sealed these three flavors of medicinal materials with secret techniques, Chu Ziheng was not worried that their aura would disappear. Thinking about it now, it was as unreal as a dream, so smooth that even he couldn't believe it.

The most urgent thing at the moment is how to refine the Yin Ming Pill, and after cooperating with the Three-Headed Ghost King, he can refine the second-grade pill at most. And if you want to refine the Yin Ming Pill, you must have the strength of a four-grade alchemist.

It's not that Chu Ziheng can't reach the level of a fourth-grade alchemist, it's just that so far he has to rely on the help of these three fools, and with their comprehension, it is tantamount to a fantasy to let them refine a higher-level elixir!

He just lay down in front of the table in a daze, staring blankly at the three boxes, and was distracted for a while. After meditating for a long time, he couldn't come up with any good way, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a bitter smile.