His thoughts were interrupted, and Ning Chengfang coughed lightly, instantly gathering all his thoughts.

He took out a few bronze coins that had been opened, and raised his thumb slightly.

With a sword slash along Ning Chengfang's sword, the copper coin turned into an afterimage, and it directly pierced into the body of the ghost cultivator.

The young ghost cultivator's face was like a boiling steamer, no longer excessively pale, but extremely red.

Suddenly, a creepy scream came from the ghost cultivator's body.

"What's that?"

Just after this scream fell, the face of the ghost cultivator who had just twisted and painful quickly turned white again.

Qi Yue: "I don't know. ”

As soon as she said this, the ghost cultivator over there was only a few seconds of rejoicing, and then he was sad to find that the stand-in doll left for him by his father was dying.

"Bastard, I'm going to fight with you!"

The ghost cultivator's angry words were heard by Qi Yue and Ning Chengfang.

Qi Yue quickly sealed and used the Agni Array to condense the essence fire, trying to consume the ghost cultivation as much as possible.

Her alien fire hasn't grown up yet, so she can use it less.

And the Flame Array has a restraint effect on the ghost cultivator, Qi Yue has been consuming it with him, and the speed at which the ghost cultivator recovers the yin qi is definitely not as fast as her recovering the spiritual power in her body.

"Let me pass."

Seeing that Qi Yue had already made a move, Ning Chengfang didn't want to just do it and didn't do anything.

He wanted a quick fix.

Qi Yue glanced at him, there was no sound of pits, but when a few clusters of essence fire quickly staggered horizontally, it left a few gaps for him.

Ning Chengfang snatched his sword and swept in.

Half a quarter of an hour later, after Ning Chengfang slashed his neck, another sword stabbed into the abdomen of the ghost cultivator.

And the stand-in doll with pigtails suffered two fatal injuries for him, and finally broke out the last "ghost cry" skill and dissipated into smoke.

Falling to the ground, the young ghost cultivator's expression was shocked, angry, and angry.

"You can't kill me."

He bluffed and shouted, "My father is the city lord of Wushuang City, Chongyang Sword Venerable, if you dare to kill me, my father will definitely not let you go." ”

After being fooled by his words for two seconds, Qi Yue and Ning Chengfang's eyes met.

Is there such a person in the immortal cultivation world?

Ning Chengfang shook his head at Qi Yue.

It means that this person must not stay.

They had already seen the true face of this ghost cultivator.

In addition, Ning Chengfang's swords just now, looking at the young monk's eyes, he obviously had already held a grudge against him.

Since it can't be good, it's better to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

Qi Yue naturally wouldn't not understand this truth, but Jian Zun, has anyone in the Tibetan Sea Realm called himself Jian Zun?

There are sword immortals, but they are all god-transforming monks.

“…… Chongyang Sword Venerable, I haven't heard of it. ”

Hearing this, Jian Zun thought that he was also a high-level monk.

"Why don't you tell us where you were from when you were alive, and what is the status of your father Chongyang Jianzun with you.

Well said, maybe we'll let you go. Qi Yue said with a soft smile.

Ning Chengfang looked at it disapprovingly.

Seeing that the young man had the intention of persuading the girl, the joy and happiness that had just risen in Ghost Xiu's heart suddenly became anxious again.

He hurriedly said, "Heng Yuan Realm, I am from Heng Yuan Realm. ”

As soon as these words came out, Ning Chengfang's heart beat one second faster.

It was because he was from the Hengyuan Realm that after the ghost cultivators found out about them, not only did they not coax, but they also wanted to kill them as soon as possible.

Ghost Xiu's surname is An, as he himself said, because he was his father's first child before his death, so he was highly valued by his father.

It's just that a shameless woman appeared next to his father later, who not only killed his biological mother, but also looked at him extremely unpleasantly.

So one day she leaked the news of her departure to her father's enemies, resulting in his innocent death.

But fortunately, Chongyang Sword Venerable has vast magical powers, and it is already a fact that he died, and people cannot be resurrected after death, so he sent his henchmen to let him give up his physical body and turn into a ghost cultivator.

Then, hiding from the woman beside his father, he quietly took his remnant soul with him, took great pains to send him to the Netherworld, and sent resources from the Yang World for him to cultivate every once in a while.

"In this way, An Daoyou was a poor man when he was alive."

As soon as the word "poor man" came out, I saw that the face of the ghost cultivator surnamed An seemed to be distorted.

But Ning Chengfang's sword still fell on his neck, and he was angry again, and he had to endure this breath.

"Yes, girl, in the next ......"

"Stop!"

Seeing that he was about to put on a look of wanting to cry, Qi Yue frowned slightly, very fact-seeking and extremely annoying, "How old are you, and you are still crying in front of my teenage girl's house, it's disgusting, do you know it." ”

Oni Xiu's face distorted again.

"If you don't have a word of truth in your mouth, it seems that you still want to die."

As he spoke, Qi Yue wanted to stand up, and Ning Chengfang's sword cut through the skin of the ghost cultivator.

But without blood, ghost cultivation is a body with condensed yin qi.

However, the sharp gold qi on the sword could make the ghost cultivator sting abnormally.

He panicked and said hurriedly, "I'm not lying, I'm telling the truth." ”

Qi Yue looked at him coldly indifferently.

Ning Chengfang's intention to kill him has not changed, and after knowing that he is from the Hengyuan Realm, his intention to kill him will only become stronger.

The ghost cultivator shouted in a panic, "Ghost Gate, I know how to close the Ghost Gate...... It was my father who asked me to come to the Tibetan Sea Realm, and he said that the Tibetan Sea Realm had a son of good luck who was born. ”

Hearing this, Qi Yue grabbed Ning Chengfang's sword, ignoring the bleeding palms and the sharp pain from his ten fingers.

She stepped on Ghost Xiu's chest and shouted, "Who is the son of luck?" ”

She was not surprised that someone in the Hengyuan Realm could calculate that the Son of Luck was born, but what surprised her was that they actually knew that the Son of Luck was in the Tibetan Sea Realm.

Qi Yue didn't have to think about it, and knew how much trouble they would have in the Tibetan Sea Realm once the news spread among the Hengyuan Realm.

"I ...... I do not know. ”

No matter how stupid Ghost Xiu was at this time, he knew that he said something that he shouldn't have said.

If he told them everything he knew, it would be a real dead end.

"Humph! I don't know, I don't want to say it yet. ”

Qi Yue's heart moved, and the essence of the fire condensed by the fire array instantly penetrated the ghost cultivator's pipa bone, and the scream of the ghost cultivator sounded in his ears.

By the time he had only one breath left, the spirit fire had turned into a chain that had taken root in him.

Qi Yue ignored his resentful and vicious eyes, and trampled on his head with a smile while carefully controlling the Essence Fire Burning Ghost to prevent him from dying all at once.

"Say it! If you don't say it, you can only die so slowly and painfully. ”

Listening to the distorted and painful screams of the ghost cultivator, Qi Yue only felt extremely happy in his heart.

has been angry with Ji Wenqing repeatedly, and she has long been aggrieved.

Now that there is someone who can vent her anger, she really can't help but step on it harder.

Qi Yue still doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with her, she thinks that people themselves have an impulse to release evil thoughts, and they will not show it under the constraints of morality, but this does not mean that there is none.

The mind is full of good thoughts all the time, and that is what the saint, the Holy Mother, should do.

It has nothing to do with her.

However, in front of Ning Chengfang, Qi Yue's face did not show this emotion.

Just a calm face, and continued to ask the ghost cultivator if he knew who the son of luck was?

After more than a month of submitting my resume, looking for a job from February to now, I am really tired and anxious, and I often wonder if I am a waste in this society.

And writing Kavin is even more common, others are not two thousand or three thousand an hour, and even faster can write five or six thousand per hour. As for me, I have written six or seven books, plus the deleted waste manuscripts, two or three have written more than two million words or so, but my hand speed is still a thousand words per hour, which is probably the reason why I have written so many books without results.

Dressed as a villain, I'm the sixth or the seventh, I don't remember, but I signed three books before, all of which didn't test the water or tested the water to push no splash at all, and there were few collections, subscriptions, rewards, comments, and monthly passes. So every time I see this book, from time to time, someone will vote for recommendation, write a review, and even someone vote for two monthly tickets, and I am very, very excited, haha, this is the satisfaction of Xiaopu Street.

Now set a small goal: work hard, update steadily, and everyone rush together! Rush! Rush!

(End of chapter)