"You're stalking me!" Ziyun suddenly remembered something, and checked it on himself with mana, and was really secretly planted by the other party.

"If not, how can this seat let you go." Yang Chen said without denial.

"You devil! I'm going to kill you to avenge my aunt! A surge of anger welled up in Ziyun's heart, and he raised his sword with a sneer.

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do it!" Yang Chen sneered, and with a wave of his hand, he shook the purple cloud and flew out.

"If it weren't for your good looks, I would have sent you to see your aunt a long time ago." Yang Chen's eyes swept greedily over Ziyun's body, especially the plump chest.

"She doesn't have the skills, but I do!" A clear voice came from a void, and a fair-skinned young man in a red robe appeared.

Ziyun, who was shocked away, looked at the strange fair-skinned young man in astonishment, but when he saw that the other party had a blue long sword hanging on his body, his face showed excitement.

"Who are you?" Yang Chen found that there had been a primordial infant monk lurking around here, and he was shocked in his heart, and he had a trace of murderous intent.

"The man who killed you!" Dongfang Zimo's face changed back to its original appearance, and at the same time, he held the blade of a thousand souls, and the Heavenly God Law also emerged.

A black cloud flew out from the blade of a thousand souls, conjuring up a ghost king in the middle of the primordial infant.

During these years, the Ghost King devoured the souls of many monks, not only recovering from the injuries on his body, but even his cultivation was restored to the middle stage of the Yuan Infant.

"Dongfang Zimo!" Before Yang Chen could scream, Ziyun in the distance shouted happily, and tears couldn't help but flow from the corners of his eyes.

"It's you kid!" Yang Chen shouted in a deep voice. His eyes fell on the ghost king, and there was a hint of jealousy in his pupils.

Dongfang Zimo snorted coldly, raised his hand and waved, and the Dao sword qi roared out with a trace of revenant spirit.

The Heavenly God Law Minister's eyes widened, and a dazzling light shot out, and an arc-shaped sword qi was slashed out with a flick of his wrist.

"Heavenly Spirit Treasure!" As soon as Yang Chen saw the Thousand Souls Blade, he let out a scream with palpitations, and then the light on his body was great, and a god magic figure dozens of zhang long appeared in the air.

As soon as the Heavenly Thunder God spear was thrown, it turned into a golden dragon in the air and rushed out with a trace of electric arc.

The god and magic minister smashed his fists, and the terrifying fist wind pressed wildly.

As if worried that it would be difficult to resist these sword qi, Yang Chen clenched his hands weakly, and a blue bead appeared between his palms.

"Go!" Yang Chen drank sharply, threw out the blue beads, and became more than ten times larger in a single turn.

When this bead was sacrificed, Ziyun could see at a glance that this was Aunt Ziyan's personal magic weapon, her eyes turned red, and she controlled the purple long sword to fall towards Yang Chen, but she didn't want to be blocked out by an enchantment.

Yang Chen frowned and walked over, and then ignored it.

Under the sword power of the Thousand Souls Blade and the Heavenly God Law Phase, the golden dragon transformed by the Heavenly Thunder God Spear turned back to its original form and returned to Yang Chen's hand tremblingly.

Looking at the dim appearance of this thing, Yang Chen felt distressed for a while, after all, he was very handy with this magic weapon.

Dongfang Zimo looked at the Thousand Souls Blade in his hand in surprise, he really didn't expect that the other party would be able to resist the blow of the Tongtian Spirit Treasure.

"Sure enough, it's cool to have a magic weapon to help!" Yang Chen also discovered this, and after sneering, he was about to fly up, but he was suddenly attracted by a forest aura.

I saw another void, a large area of evil qi formed a thick dark cloud, and a strange gate stood in it, and the sound of ghosts crying wolves continued to be heard in it.

"This is ......" Yang Chen had a bad premonition, and couldn't help but think of the ghost king.

A moment later, a large group of demons flew out of it, and their mouths let out strange screams.

Yang Chen's face sank, and with a raised hand, he raised the Heavenly Thunder God Spear high, and with a loud bang, a large net composed of golden thunder flew out and enveloped all these evil ghosts.

However, there was still a steady stream of evil spirits flying out of that ghost door, and even began to gnaw on the golden net.

Yang Chen was irritable for a while, and with a slap of the storage bag, a blue-green pagoda was offered, which was the Soul Devouring Pagoda that he had just snatched from the masked man.

The tower emitted another sinister aura, and then a large number of revenants crawled out of it, and as soon as they saw those evil spirits, they immediately pounced with their teeth and claws.

"This magic weapon has some meaning, but this king's Hundred Ghost Gate is not a vegetarian." The Ghost King's eyes shot out an eerie light, and the evil aura on his body swelled in vain.

Those evil ghosts in the distance seemed to be affected, and their overall strength increased several times, not only devouring the souls of the dead who crawled out of the pagoda, but also began to gnaw on this magic weapon.

"Bold!" Yang Chen was shocked in his heart, this Soul Devouring Tower was also very important, but he didn't want to watch it being destroyed, and with a wave of the Heavenly Thunder God Spear in his hand, a dazzling light burst out.

But before the light could fall on those demons, a pillar of purple-blue light was extinguished.

Immediately after, a black shadow flickered in the air, and a huge ghost claw slapped down on Yang Chen.

Yang Chen was furious, and urged the divine magic to slam his fists, blocking the ghost claw in the air.

Yang Chen quickly pinched the trick with both hands, and with a finger, a golden light burst out.

The ghost king was accidentally knocked hundreds of feet away, and a big hole was pierced in his chest.

"Humph! This finger destroys the god thunder, it tastes good. After Yang Chen consumed a lot of mana and condensed a single blow, the aura of the whole person was much more aggravated.

The Ghost King roared angrily, and billowing black poured out of his body, and the hole healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What Dongfang Zimo didn't expect was that the other party actually used a move to restrain the ghost king, otherwise the ghost king would not have been so seriously injured.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Zimo pinched the sword technique, and hundreds of Qingyun swords flew out, and soon surrounded Yang Chen.

As Dongfang Zimo's fingertips fell, hundreds of long swords fell one after another.

In the face of these flying swords, Yang Chen kept waving the Heavenly Thunder God Spear, looking like he was at ease.

Dongfang Zimo saw the opportunity and held the blade of the Thousand Souls to slash out a sword qi, and the same was true of the Heavenly God Law Phase.

Seeing this, Yang Chen, who was still coping with it easily, changed his face, and immediately urged all kinds of magic weapons on his body, and rays of light flew out from his body to resist.

The god and magic phase in the sky even held up an enchantment, blocking all the flying swords from the outside.

The Ghost King stared at everything coldly, and suddenly opened his mouth, and a purple-blue pillar of light erupted, and the power was even a few points stronger than Fang Cai, obviously wanting to avenge his previous revenge.

Under such a fierce attack, the enchantment held up by the god and magic was faintly unable to support it, and even the few magic weapons sacrificed were also signs of defeat.

Most of the mana on Yang Chen's body was drained, his face was unusually pale, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.