Two gray-robed monks shuttled through the sea of corpses and bones, happily catching those ghosts that people could not avoid. The slightly older monk in the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info restrained hundreds of ghosts with a long black rope, and unhurriedly patted the storage bag, and a large black flag with a length appeared in his hand.

At the same moment when this black flag appeared, a gust of wind suddenly hung up, and the temperature around him plummeted. I saw a thousand grimaces, emerging from that banner, screaming fiercely and frantically. The elder monk flicked the long black rope with his right hand, and a series of ghosts tied to the rope were thrown into the black flag, and the momentum of the banner was even greater.

The younger monk also carried the same black banner in his hand, but it was not as powerful as the one in the hand of the older monk. The young monk looked at the banner of the older monk with a blank eye, and said enviously: "Senior brother, your soul banner has received so many ghost things, I'm afraid that it has already reached the level of ten thousand soul flags."

The elder monk put away the long black rope, shook his head, and said, "Ten Thousand Soul Flags? It's still early? Back then, I was fortunate enough to see Master use his natal soul flags, which were soul flags that gathered hundreds of thousands of ghosts, and it was really dark when I fought..."

"Hey, I don't know when I will be able to reach the level of Master. To say that Master's soul banner is also powerful. But it's still far from the real Dacheng Soul Banner. It is said that the soul contained in the treasure of our Netherworld Sect exceeds 10 million, and some people even say that it has reached a terrifying 100 million level, and I don't know how many generations of sect masters have been carefully refined. An inexplicable look flashed in the young monk's eyes and he sighed.

"Alas, these are not things that we juniors can know, it is important to catch more ghosts with peace of mind and work hard to improve your cultivation..."

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of a knife entering the flesh sounded, and the older monk looked at the dagger in disbelief.

"You..."

"Senior brother, I'm sorry, I'm also here to improve my cultivation. The young monk smiled wickedly, and grasped the hilt of the knife with his right hand, the blade smeared with dark green juice.

Standing high in the air, Chu Ziheng looked into the distance, but he didn't know where to return home, his heart was sour for no reason, he whispered to himself: "Susu, soon I will be Ning Dan, wait for me, I will find a way to wake you up..."

"What about Yu Ji, is this fair to her?" Xiao Bai asked rhetorically.

"I... I don't know..."Chu Ziheng muttered confusedly, his eyes gradually becoming wet and red. All along, Chu Ziheng had asked himself the same question countless times, but he still chose Su Susu without hesitation, which was his commitment as a man.

Xiaobai no longer stimulated him, just quietly waited for him to calm down. Once upon a time, the big boy he called Xiao Hengzi has now become a stubble and embarrassed young man, and his not very burly body has endured too much...

After a long time, Chu Ziheng let out a long breath, stepped on the Hundred Ghost Sword, and his body quickly fled forward, and Xiao Bai followed. Chu Ziheng Ning Dan is imminent, and the purpose of this trip is to collect some useful things as much as possible, so as to exchange for more Ji Nian Dan and Ning Zhen Dan.

Caught off guard, Xiao Bai stopped suddenly, and Chu Ziheng, who was a little absent-minded, couldn't stop castrating and bumped into Xiao Bai. Just as he was about to speak, Xiao Bai glared at him, Chu Ziheng's expression moved slightly, his divine thoughts stabbed forward, and with a "bang", a faint sword light flew from the fog in front of him left and right.

The information sent back by Shen Nian was clear, with Chu Ziheng's cultivation in the early stage of Ning Dan, he could naturally see the figure on the flying sword, that person's cultivation should be consummate in the late congenital stage, his face was blue and black, his wheezing was heavy, and he must have been highly poisonous in his body, which caused the true yuan energy in his body to be disordered, and then even the flying sword could not be controlled.

After the sword light, Chu Ziheng was just about to leave, and then stopped his steps, and suddenly a long rainbow came straight in, biting the person just now, the ghost domain was extremely chaotic, and it was common for the road to be chased and killed, it was none of his business, Xiaobai and Chu Ziheng didn't care too much.

Soon, the man and the snake looked at each other, and their faces showed a strange look, the person who pursued them turned out to be only a young monk in the middle of the congenital period, it was really strange!

The young monk had narrow eyes, a hooked nose, and a strange face, and he was not an easy person at first glance. While flying, he whistled, and said lightly, "Senior brother, don't waste your efforts anymore, this greedy wolf poison is specially prepared for you by the junior brother, mixed with six poisons, it can be regarded as the last heart that the junior brother did for you, haha!"

"Evil obstacles!" the elder monk was so angry that a mouthful of black blood spurted out, and the flying sword under his feet was deflected, and he almost fell.

"Senior brother, why bother, you are more than seventy years old, right? From the perspective of mortals, you have lived enough, not to mention that you have not yet condensed the pill at this age, it is better to give your cultivation to the junior brother, and on the day of his year, he will go to the senior brother's grave to worship and thank!" The young monk approached slowly, and his tone was determined.

Xiao Bai watched them kill each other with interest, and quietly ran over, Chu Ziheng rolled his eyes helplessly, and had to follow.

The elderly monk, who was desperately fleeing, did not look back, and cursed hysterically: "Break the bright moon!

"If you don't keep my brother in mind, I will definitely die after you, junior brother. The young monk didn't care, waving his soul flag, and the old god said on the ground.

Chu Ziheng's eyes froze, and when he saw the black flag, to be precise, the ghosts on it, Chu Ziheng's heart was hot, and he flew over at an accelerated pace.

"Have you forgotten that back then, Master and his old man didn't care about you, I pulled you up, and if you do such an ungrateful and poisonous thing, you are not afraid of being spurned by people in the master?!"

The young monk laughed wildly: "Senior brother, you are so old, why are you still so naïve? What is the master like, you don't know it, right? Only those who are alive are the disciples of the Netherworld Sect, if you die, who will care about you? Those elders who are high up, the bottom of that person's ass is clean?"

The elder monk's body trembled, the toxin spread to his heart, and his breath suddenly withered, falling from the clouds. The young monk raised his eyebrows, laughed a few times, and grabbed a large handful of silver needles to pierce his limbs and bones, confirming that his senior brother was dead, and the young monk looked up to the sky and shouted: "Ah! I can finally get ahead of the bright moon!" and cried and laughed, as if crazy.

Landing on the side of his senior brother's corpse, Broken Mingyue quickly pinched the seal, pulling the true yuan energy in the corpse, gulping and absorbing, and the breath kept soaring. Suddenly, his movements suddenly stopped, and he looked ahead in shock, a young man slowly fell from the sky against the wind, and a silver-gray snake demon with the thickness of a wrist was still coiled on the young man's arm.

When did you come? I didn't notice this person at all just now! Duan Mingyue's heart was pinched, and the strength of the person who came was definitely far above herself, but I don't know what it meant...