The domineering and peerless Ghost Ancestor grabbed Ding Xiaoyi's throat with one hand.

And Ding Xiaoyi's cultivation was also imprisoned, which made him very aggrieved.

He didn't know whether the Ghost Ancestor split had won or the Ghost Ancestor Body.

But looking at this moody ghost ancestor, he felt that it should be the ghost ancestor itself that won.

"Boy, what other words do you have?" The ghost ancestor didn't give Ding Xiaoyi any chance to explain at all.

His eyes were cold, and then he asked Ding Xiaoyi calmly.

"Leave your uncle, Lao Tzu took the bones of the corpse ancestor and rescued you, but you want to kill Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is unwilling."

Ding Xiaoyi was so angry that he didn't choose to speak, he pointed to the nose of the ghost ancestor and scolded wildly.

And the ghost ancestor's face still didn't change at all,

He looked at Ding Xiaoyi coldly, and the hand he clasped on Ding Xiaoyi's throat was slightly forced.

Ding Xiaoyi immediately felt the vitality of his whole body surging towards the withered palm like a tide.

And he felt that he couldn't even breathe, was he going to die, he couldn't help but think to himself.

"No ......",

Xue Ningsheng didn't escape too far, she saw Ding Xiaoyi's throat held by the black-robed figure, and she couldn't help but show a sad look in her eyes.

She turned into a streamer and shot towards Ding Xiaoyi, and then landed beside Ding Xiaoyi.

"Let him go", Xue Ningsheng gritted her silver teeth.

A frosty look appeared on her face, and she raised her long sword and pointed at the black-robed figure and said fearlessly.

"Tsk, tsk, there's another one who isn't afraid of death."

But the ghost ancestor had an evil smile on his face.

He reached out with his left hand, and the wild suction swept towards Xue Ningsheng.

Xue Ningsheng trembled, and she found that her whole body was imprisoned by one prohibition after another.

The Ghost Ancestor clasped Xue Ningsheng's throat with his left hand,

A faint light shot out of his eyes, falling on Xue Ningsheng's delicate and flawless face.

Although Xue Ningsheng was trembling all around, there was no fear in her eyes, but there was a look of relief.

"Little girl, aren't you afraid of death?" The Ghost Ancestor clasped Xue Ningsheng's throat with his left hand, and he asked gloomily.

Ding Xiaoyi was horrified, he tried to turn his head to look at Xue Ningsheng, but found that he couldn't turn his neck.

"Afraid of death, who is not afraid of death, the dignified generation of ghost ancestors would actually ask such a naïve question",

And Xue Ningsheng seemed to have put life and death aside a long time ago, and she replied to the Ghost Ancestor silently.

"I'm afraid that you will come back", Ghost Ancestor showed a mocking look on his face, and he asked Xue Ningsheng again.

Ding Xiaoyi was frightened,

He didn't expect Xue Ningsheng to come back again, he had already told Xue Ningsheng to flee quickly.

"Ghost guy, you get rid of her", Ding Xiaoyi angrily scolded the ghost ancestor.

And the ghost ancestor's cold eyes turned, and his right hand was slightly forced.

Ding Xiaoyi's breathing immediately stopped, and he felt that he was about to suffocate to death.

Unable to breathe, his face turned red.

"Boy, it's better to care more about yourself, you still care about others when you die",

The ghost ancestor's gloomy voice was like nine ghosts coming out of the prison, without any sense of color.

"You...... This...... Ghost...... Family...... Guy, let her go", Ding Xiaoyi spit out a few words with difficulty.

And all the Gang Yuan in his body was sealed, making him speak intermittently.

"In that case, then let the two of you be a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks, and you can have a companion on the Huangquan Road. Oh, of course, even if you fall into the Nine Hells, you can come to the Ancestor."

Ghost Ancestor's gloomy gaze flashed, and he clasped it hard.

Ding Xiaoyi saw Xue Ningsheng's face turn pale, and then tilted his head, and he was gone

Noiselessly.

"Ah...... No, ......", although Ding Xiaoyi couldn't say anything in his mouth, his heart was like a knife.

He roared inwardly, his eyes scarlet like a raging beast.

Seeing Ding Xiaoyi, who was like a fierce beast, a smug smile appeared on the Ghost Ancestor's face.

He looked at Ding Xiaoyi faintly, as if he enjoyed the humiliation of Ding Xiaoyi.

"Ahem......", Ding Xiaoyi said angrily from his throat, but he couldn't say a word.

He could only make a sound like a beast's roar coming out of his throat.

He stared at the Ghost Ancestor deadly, his eyes were full of endless killing intent, and he couldn't break the Ghost Ancestor into thousands of pieces.

"Hate, be angry",

The ghost ancestor looked at Ding Xiaoyi faintly, the smile on his face became more and more intense, and he said to Ding Xiaoyi jokingly.

At this time, Ding Xiaoyi was like an angry beast, staring at the ghost ancestor with red eyes.

He struggled uncontrollably, trying to get rid of the confinement of the ghost ancestor.

But no matter how much he struggles,

The withered hand was clasped at his throat, and he couldn't move for half a minute.

"Boy, this ancestor let him taste what life is better than death." The ghost ancestor's grim expression emerged.

The corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a cruel smile.

"Roar ......", Ding Xiaoyi let out a violent beast roar from the bottom of his heart.

His eyes were bloodshot and red, and he stared at the Ghost Ancestor deadly.

Xue Ningshang had already lost any sound,

As soon as the Ghost Ancestor's left hand loosened, Xue Ningsheng's body floated in the void, like a dead corpse.

"Ah......", Ding Xiaoyi's heart is like a knife,

He finally saved Xue Ningsheng, but unexpectedly died at the hands of the Ghost Ancestor.

The guilt in his heart came like a tidal wave, and he struggled like an angry beast.

"Boom......", Ding Xiaoyi didn't expect that his anger caused a loud bang in his body.

After that loud bang, Ding Xiaoyi's legs gushed out mysterious energy, and that energy rushed towards his body like a desolate beast.

"Boom......", as the mysterious power of his legs stirred, he felt his blood begin to boil.

He felt as if his blood was on fire, and his body was like a volcano waiting to erupt, and his whole body was filled with a power that destroyed the world.

"Roar ......", Ding Xiaoyi felt that his body contained majestic power, and that power was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.

His body was filled with energy like a volcanic eruption, and every stream of energy gushed out of his blood.

The whole body was blazing, and Ding Xiaoyi's eyes were scarlet.

"Click",

Under the impact of that mysterious power, Ding Xiaoyi felt the shackles that imprisoned him and made a crisp sound.

That crisp sound caused a series of reactions.

With a "boom", Ding Xiaoyi only felt that his brain was like exploding.

The prohibition that the Ghost Ancestor had sealed around him suddenly broke open at that moment.

"Ghost guy, die", Ding Xiaoyi roared angrily, the long sword in his hand clenched tightly in his hand.

He raised the long sword in his hand and turned into an artifact that opened the sky and the earth, and slashed towards the ghost ancestor.

Ghost Ancestor didn't expect Ding Xiaoyi to break through his confinement and attack him.

He raised his palm and grabbed at Ding Xiaoyi's slashing sword.

"Woo ......",

A high-pitched sword groan rang out.

Ding Xiaoyi's long sword stirred up layers of huge waves of sword qi,

The sword qi strangled the palm of the Ghost Ancestor's probing hand like a devastated one, and then slashed down at the Ghost Ancestor's head like a bamboo.

Feeling this powerful sword, the Ghost Ancestor's face changed slightly.

He didn't expect Ding Xiaoyi's counterattack to be so strong before he died.

The Ghost Ancestor's face showed unconcealable anger, and Ding Xiaoyi let him ravage him like an ant.

At this time, Ding Xiaoyi was furious, and the sword qi swept up.

"Hoo ......",

Ding Xiaoyi's anger flew wild, like Ling Tian's god of war.

He raised his sword and slashed at the Ghost Ancestor.

That sword was like an ancient and unpretentious, without any brilliant sword light, and that sword just slashed down at the ghost ancestor in the air.

The sword was clumsy, like a three-year-old boy wielding a sword for the first time.

And it was that simple and unpretentious sword, but the ghost ancestor felt a fatal crisis.

That sword has no mighty sword intent,

There was no dazzling sword qi, Ding Xiaoyi seemed to be just a sword cut off casually.

"Not good", the ghost ancestor retreated hurriedly,

But that sword chased after it like a maggot attached to the bone, and Ding Xiaoyi's body obviously didn't move.

The Ghost Ancestor felt that the sword was everywhere,

The void was filled with that sword, and the ubiquitous sword slashed down at his body.

After Ding Xiaoyi swung out that sword,

He stood motionless in the void, his sword still in his hand.

He remained motionless like a clay statue, but the Ghost Ancestor felt the shadow of the sword falling towards him.

There is no sword qi and no sword intent, just an ordinary sword.