The two gray-clothed cultivators saw that Liu Qingyi was intervening to help each other, and after saying a word, they stood in front of the person with a heavy face, and they didn't make a move, and they couldn't help but secretly say, "Could it be another silver-like wax head gun?" Then the sacrificial spirit treasures hit again.

Now, the two of them naturally don't want to give up easily, even if they come to the disciples of the Immortal Sect, they also have to fight.

Liu Qingyi thought that these people were killing people and grabbing treasures, but at this time he woke up, he had nothing to do in the door, and he also heard Qian Hong talk about the furnace in Xianyuan Music Fang, combined with Chen Suier's self-defeating words, he also guessed seven or eight points in his heart.

"Pick-up? Refining Yin Ding? Good fellow, it's poisonous! Since you two are poisonous, you are not afraid that I will be ruthless this time."

He held the purple spirit ring, and he was scheming for a while, and he didn't use other means, not even the little spirit cat. He only bent his hand and lightly lifted the purple spirit ring, and took out a thing that had not been used for a long time, but it was a small black flag.

This little black banner left behind by the Venerable Bone Master has been in the spirit ring since Liu Qingyi returned from the South Kiln Ancestral Hall to kill the ghosts, and not only has it not been used again, but even the matter of sucking the soul has stopped.

The ghost shadow in this banner is really extremely ferocious, the scene of killing the disciple surnamed Gu Lingmen Rong in the south kiln that day is still vivid, and the method of killing two Tongyuan Realm monks outside the Beast Spirit City is also fresh in his memory, for such a powerful but extremely evil thing, Liu Qingyi has a faint instinctive resistance in his heart.

At this moment, he looked at the two people who were attacking with spirit treasures on the opposite side, and smiled indifferently: "You guys, you have won the lottery." As he spoke, he waved the black banner in his hand forward to the wind, and a huge ghost figure more than two feet high appeared, and in just an instant, he slapped several spiritual treasures in front of him and flew straight at the two gray-clothed cultivators.

The tall gray-clothed man guessed that Liu Qingyi was a disciple of the Heavenly Beast Sect, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw that he didn't use the beast ring, but he raised another swarthy little flag.

At this moment, when I saw him again, a huge ghost thing shook out of the small flag, and his eyes were already jumping, and his face was shocked.

He never imagined that the dignified Heavenly Beast Sect disciple would be able to manipulate this kind of underworld thing, and when he saw the giant ghost about two feet tall rushing towards him, he shrank back and retreated, summoning the hook-shaped spirit treasure in front of him.

The short casual cultivator also retreated sharply, retreating to a distance of more than ten meters, making the double sword magic weapon slash towards the ghost shadow from afar, shouting, "Brother Ye, be careful."

I saw that when the tall loose cultivator retreated, the hook-shaped spirit treasure in front of him had been grabbed by the ghost, and he was busy with both hands, casting a spell to manipulate the hook-type spirit treasure to break free.

Unexpectedly, the long hook was caught by the ghost in his hand, and with only a slight rub, he suddenly lost contact with himself, and became unable to call it again.

This kind of mind that manipulates spiritual control objects was suddenly forcibly cut off by external forces, and the tall and scattered cultivators only felt a tightness in their chests, and their hearts were unspeakably uncomfortable.

The giant ghost threw the long hook in his hand outward, crossed an arc and nailed it to a big tree dozens of meters away, and stretched out another black giant claw, swinging it several times in front of him, only to hear two crisp sounds of "pop", and the double knife that the short monk slashed was slapped left and right.

Seeing this, the tall Sanxiu had a look of fear on his face, and he jumped up and flew back.

The troll's fluttering shadow was already following the form, and in an instant, it swept close to the tall cultivator, and a pair of black claws slammed straight into the door in front of it.

The tall loose cultivator couldn't dodge, slapped the bag on his waist, sacrificed a large black iron net in front of him, and with a pinch of his index finger, he picked up his spiritual power and pointed at the net, only to see that the big black iron net actually appeared unearthed yellow brilliance.

The giant ghost clawed towards the net, only to hear a tooth-sore "snort", and puffs of white smoke came out of the place where the giant claws and the net met.

After a while, only to hear the sound of "plop", the big net was torn apart by a pair of sharp claws, and a huge ghost figure with one claw interspersed from the big black iron net, Huo Di stretched out a few feet, and grabbed the tall loose cultivator's right hand.

In an instant, the tall and loose right hand was pulled close to the Xuantie net, and in an instant, it was torn off by Qi Gen, spraying a blood mist all over the sky.

I only heard a shocking scream, and the tall Sanxiu broke his arm with one hand, trying to stop the bleeding and stabilize

Live the injury.

The short casual cultivator man on the side raised his double knives again at this moment and slashed over, but instead of slashing at the giant ghost, he slashed at the small black banner in Liu Qingyi's hand.

He knew in his heart that this giant ghost might not be something that his twin knives could hurt, and only by cutting off the black banner in the hands of the purple-clothed monk could he truly solve this giant ghost.

At this moment, the giant ghost grabbed one of the severed arms of the tall Sanxiu, looked at the gurgling blood dripping from it, and let out two strange screams of "Boom" from his mouth, as if he was extremely excited.

The pitch-black body jerked forward, straight like a slingshot, and pounced on the tall gray-clothed man at a faster speed.

The tall man who was stopping the bleeding had to hold his broken arm and fly back, but this retreat was much slower, and suddenly he was sent by the ghost shadow first, and one could not dodge, and he was entangled by it.

Nearby, Liu Qingyi saw that the dwarf monk did not attack the ghost, but attacked himself, it was already his idea, looking at the double knife of the son and mother, his eyes flashed with different colors, and a green shadow was released from the sword bag on his waist, which hit the double knife directly.

I only heard the sound of "Qiang Qiang" twice, and the long and short double knives were all shot away by the green shadow.

"Huh?" Liu Qingyi saw that the double knives were only knocked away, and he was also a little surprised in his heart, the magic weapon made by this loose cultivator did not seem to be bad.

His cyan flying sword is a medium-grade spirit treasure, the last time he was outside the beast spirit city, he cut off all the magic weapons made by the robbery and scattered cultivation, it can be said that the magic weapon that is not at the level of the spirit treasure is sticky to the green sword and destroyed.

Seeing that the short monk still had some combat strength, Liu Qingyi's heart was itching, and he already had the idea of trying the sword in his heart.

I saw that a lot of spirit yuan stones were spilled into the air, and he raised his hand to point to the flying sword, and there were words in his mouth.

At this moment, the tall male cultivator who was entangled by the black giant ghost on the side let out a miserable scream, only to see that a large blood hole had been pierced through his chest, and a bloody and steaming heart was being taken out by the giant ghost and grabbed in his hand.

The tall male cultivator's eyes gradually faded, his mouth sprayed a blood mist, and his body fell backwards.

There was a sound of "Boom", and the ghost figure stretched out its claws and gently fished forward, and a bloody head was immediately lifted up.

Seeing the tragic appearance of the tall male cultivator, the short casual cultivator man was already heartbroken, raised his hand to withdraw the twin knives of the son and mother that were knocked away by the green sword, and left the willow light clothes that had already been put on a posture, and his body jumped up in the air, and he hurriedly fled into the distance.

The giant ghost threw down the tall head and arms at this moment, grabbing only a bloody heart, and shot it in the direction of the short man's flight.

The huge body that was two feet tall actually seemed extremely light at this moment, and a gust of yin wind came along the way, and its speed was several times faster than that of the short scattered cultivator.

As soon as the dwarf monk turned around, he saw that the giant ghost was chasing at such a speed, and his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly slashed at it with a knife, trying to delay the speed of the giant ghost's pursuit.

He pinched a spirit yuan stone in each of his hands, and urged the yuan force fiercely, speeding up and escaping in the air, and the mother knife that was sacrificed was surrounded by several feet behind him.

The giant ghost had already pounced on the front at this moment, and towards the sub-knife that the short male cultivator had sacrificed, without dodging or dodging, he went straight up.

Ghosts, knives, interspersed.

The knife slashed at the giant ghost's pitch-black body, like a cloud of smoke. The troll passed through the body of the knife, leaving only a gap, which closed in a very short time, but the speed of the attack was not affected in the slightest.

The next moment, the sky was overcast, and the giant ghost approached in the air, and an empty claw suddenly stretched out several feet, passing through the layers of knife nets under the cloth of the mother knife, and grabbed one of the legs and feet of the dwarf monk who was flying in the air.

This change suddenly happened, and the little monk was grabbed by the giant claw on the leg, and he was already horrified.

In a hurry, he raised the mother knife and slashed down at the giant claw on his feet, but his body could no longer fly, and he was carried down by the power of the giant claw.

Before the mother knife could be cut down, the huge ghost figure had already bounced under the dwarf monk with the force of pulling, and two strange cries of "桽桀" came out of its mouth, opening its pitch-black mouth, and biting down on the dwarf monk's lower body.

The little friar

Being in the air, with a terrifying look on his face, he turned into several small immortal spells to block the ghost, and then flew down with the mother knife.

"Pounce."

The giant ghost was below, and a strong yin wind suddenly blew out from the giant mouth, not only blowing away all the small immortal techniques that were hit, but also wrapping the slashed mother knife into the yin wind, and then lost all its spirituality, and fell obliquely to the ground.

It was too late, the wind swept through the body, and the great force surged, and the dwarf monk was still falling, and was dragged and sent to the giant ghost's gaping mouth.

In a hurry, he turned around, raised one arm and offered a small spirit shield, but before he could block it on his head, he was gently closed by the pitch-black mouth, and bit off with his arm and head, and for a while the blood mist internal organs sprayed all over the ground.

At this moment, the giant ghost carried one of the legs of the little monk and did not let go, stretched out his claws and poked lightly at the chest of the headless corpse, and actually pulled out a hot and bloody heart.

The giant ghost turned around, and his mouth let out a strange cry again, but it was holding a bloody heart in one hand, and it brought a stream of extremely rich bloody smell to the nearest few feet, such a shape, it was really a little creepy.

Liu Qingyi was disgusted in his heart, and he didn't want to see this tragic scene anymore, so he hurriedly lifted the black banner and collected the giant ghost, and stepped forward again, and asked the black banner to extract the souls of the two scattered cultivators in turn.

On the one hand, Chen Ling, the ancestor of the Chen family, was already full of devastation at the moment, Xu is crisis was eliminated, and his heart was relieved in one breath, and he only glanced at Liu Qingyi a few times, and then fainted to the ground.

Chen Sui'er raised her head and looked at Liu Qingyi in a daze, with a sad and defensive look on her face, and said with some uncertainty: "You are the willow of Yinyuan City... Brother Liu?"

Liu Qingyi heard Chen Sui'er ask, took the black flag and walked over, bowed his head and nodded in response, "Exactly, you... You—" My heart froze, and I didn't know where to start for a while.