"White Frost!"

The Azure Wind Flower emerged from Lin Teng's body, swept the turbulence, and the turbulent white frost broke out in an instant, tearing the void and forcing the fierce ghost to quickly retreat.

"Poof......" His face turned pale, and Lin Teng opened his mouth and vomited a bloody arrow.

He had just revived the power of the gods in his body, and he forcibly drove the holy relic to use power beyond his control, causing a backlash to his body.

"Holy relics? Ho ho, it really didn't take much effort to get there. Sensing that the North Wind Flower was the holy object that appeared before, the ghost sneered.

He is now in the Treasure Furnace Realm, ranking in the fourth realm of the Yin Five Realms, while Xiang Nansheng is only in the second realm, and Lin Teng is only in the third realm.

The five realms of yin and yang, one realm and one heavy sky.

If he didn't want to be damaged, he could have killed the two guys in front of him in just a breath.

Even if they have a holy relic in their hands!

The result is the same.

"Don't struggle anymore, you should understand how big the gap is between you and me, hand over the creatures, I can let you go, what can be more important than saving your life?"

Suspended in mid-air, the ghost spoke softly, and his words were full of sincere persuasion.

"Get out of your mother's ass, just your IQ is still playing this trick, do you understand, the holy relic is here, you have the ability, come and get it." Taking a step forward, Xiang Nansheng sneered and scolded.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead." His face was cold, and the murderous intent in his eyes was fierce.

Since he can't persuade him to surrender, even if he has to pay a certain price, he will kill this guy who doesn't know what to do.

As soon as the yin wind moved, billowing black smoke surged out from the ghost's body in an instant, and everything around it began to decay and wither rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been weathered for decades.

Boom –

Appearing in front of Xiang Nansheng in an instant, the powerful ghost waved his big hand and exploded the void, directly slapping Lin Teng, who was about to use the power of the holy object, far away, smashing the wall and fainting.

Lin Teng's strength is stronger than Xiang Nansheng's, but he has only just become a god righteous son, although he has the vast power of controlling the law realm, but he is like a child carrying a rocket, and it is difficult to exert his full power.

Dealing with Lin Teng, the five fingers of the powerful ghost stretched out, and the fingertips wrapped around the yin furnace fire, instantly crushing the Yang Domain of Xiang Nansheng's protective body, and the slender and sharp fingers were deeply inserted into the flesh and blood of his chest.

The pain of tearing out his heart and bones made Xiang Nansheng's face pale, and beads of sweat kept rolling down.

"It's quite bearable, since that's the case, let's let you taste what the pain of soul extraction is." His fingers stirred in the flesh and blood, and the ghost smiled coldly, and he was about to extract Xiang Nansheng's soul alive.

"Huh...... Do you think you won? A wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the curvature of the corner of Nansheng's mouth made a violent uneasiness suddenly rise in the heart of the ghost.

No way! He is inferior to me, how can he win me!

Suspicious of the increasingly strong sense of crisis in the depths of his soul, the ghost just wanted to retreat to observe, but Xiang Nansheng took the initiative to grab his wrist.

"Want to go? It's late! ”

The corners of his mouth flashed with a resolute smile, Xiang Nansheng's back spine suddenly turned red, and the ancient and powerful aura was rapidly spreading in the void, he looked up to the sky and roared, and the sound waves broke through the sky, shaking the nine heavens:

"Ancestor save me !!"

Click-boom –

A thunderbolt tore the heavens and the earth!

On the night dome where the black clouds rolled, the inky mouth was forcefully opened.

A flaming, hairy claw slammed down on the edge of the spatial rift.

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

In the midst of the tiger's roar, a behemoth with a white forehead and a colorful red body slowly walked out of the crack, its hair stood on end, and its indifferent amber pupils walked slowly with high calmness and majesty.

Huge claws trampled on the void, silent without a sound.

Gods of the Sun!

Stanley Mountain-kun!

He fell to his knees with a pop, and the ghost's condensed body continued to crack, and the panic and trembling emotions made him want to dig up the ground and bury his head deep in it at this moment.

"God...... God ......" whispered in his mouth, and the ghost's eyes widened, and the eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.

Looking at the colorful red tiger that was walking unhurriedly from the void, Xiang Nansheng's eyes gradually dimmed, and the aura on his body weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Strongly supporting his spirit, Xiang Nansheng clasped his fists with both hands, and said to Stanley Mountain Jun in mid-air:

"Disciple to the south, greet the ancestor of the mountain monarch!"

Lowering his eyes slightly, the behemoth's colorful red tiger glanced at Xiang Nansheng lightly, and then turned his gaze at the powerful ghost who was already paralyzed as mud.

"Roar!" Stanley Mountain Jun roared softly, and an invisible wave swept through the entire Shoucheng area in an instant.

Melting snow in spring, driving away yin from yang!

The overwhelmingly strong and domineering yang qi washed in all directions, the streets and houses that were rotten by the breath of the underworld were restored, and the Chu army and Chen Jun, who were affected by the alienation of the power of the dark moon, also all regained their senses.

What's more critical is that with the low roar of Stanley Mountain Jun, a seven-inch copper nail buried in the ground of a thatched house in the west of Shoucheng City trembled violently.

A few seconds later, cracks spread all over the copper nails, and then they exploded with a bang, scattering embers everywhere.

"Nope! This is mine, my ......" Yang Qi swept surging, and the seven-inch copper nails that the ghost integrated into his body were also forced out.

Zhang Huang was at a loss and wanted to recapture the copper nail, but as soon as the ghost raised his head, a huge claw had already fallen heavily.

The red mangs are mighty, and the power is domineering.

Under the claws of the giant, the fierce ghost roared in despair, and the cultivation power of the treasure furnace realm was actually beaten back to the prototype by Stanley Mountain Jun with a palm.

Shattering the copper nail and slashing the ghost cultivation, the colorful red tiger lazily opened a yawn, twisted his body, and slowly walked away from the open spatial crack.

"Hmm......" couldn't hold back the weakness in his body anymore, and Xiang Nansheng's feet went soft and sat on the ground.

It's still too weak to cultivate, the ancestor of the mountain monarch is not satisfied with my yang longevity, if I change the little junior sister, the ancestor is afraid that he will personally take action to pull this city back to the yang world......

His eyelids kept fighting, and Xiang Nansheng only felt that his surroundings were becoming quieter and quieter.

God please!

This is the last move of the ruined boat walking in the sun, and it is also the killer weapon of the jade burning.

With their own yang longevity as a sacrifice, please move the gods to take action in person.

Once the gods respond, ordinary netherworld invasions can be easily suppressed.

It's just that the gods don't have feelings, and any god has a considerable number of disciples under its command, and its response to the disciples is completely random and irregular.

If the gods do not respond, the yang shou of the sacrifice will not be returned.

Strictly speaking, inviting God is a gamble.

And it's a gamble that loses nine out of ten.

Only this time, Xiang Nansheng won the bet.

"The nail is destroyed, and Shoucheng will return to the yang world in a few days"

"This time, we still won......"

A second before his eyes closed, Xiang Nansheng saw a terrible ghost who got up from the ground in embarrassment and walked towards him with a hideous face.

Although the ghost was beaten back to his prototype by Stanley Mountain, he did not die.

On the other hand, Xiang Xiang gave birth to three people.

Lin Teng fainted, and he himself was seriously injured.

As for Guan Peng......

……