Cheng Qian looked at the scene in front of him, and his face immediately became gloomy.

However, the roar in the yin qi became more and more poignant.

The entire cave was unusually dim, and in the black yin qi, two points of green light were faintly visible, and the terrible resentment made people crazy.

Even the resentment of the Hundred Soul Banner in the hands of the Soul Snatcher Dao was far inferior, Cheng Gan was full of gloom, and he was extremely cautious about this.

Although Cheng Qian didn't know much about it, the general guardian elixir was basically a demon beast, and Cheng Qian still knew it, and every rare spiritual object was basically guarded by a demon beast.

Heaven and earth spiritual objects have always been fought for by monks and demon beasts, because whether it is a human or a demon beast, after taking it, it is very beneficial to the improvement of cultivation.

But what Cheng Qian never expected was that it was a powerful ghost and evil spirit guarding the heaven and earth spirit grass, such a strong resentment, I don't know how many thousands of years it has accumulated to have this kind of momentum.

Some of the monks who fell for the sake of fighting for the spiritual objects of heaven and earth can fall into reincarnation, and some are full of resentment, and their souls stay here, so they guard the spiritual grass here, and if they don't get it, others don't want to get it.

But Cheng Qian was puzzled because of this, because there were no corpses of other monks here at all, only one, why didn't this person take it away, but fell here full of resentment?

Just when Cheng Qian was still thinking in confusion, the corpse sheath in the yin qi moved, and I saw a cold flash in the yin qi, and the corpse sheath rushed towards Cheng Qian with an iron sword.

The yin wind was terrible, Cheng Qian's mouth showed a bitter smile, it seems that there is no second way to choose, for the spirit grass of the transformed body, Cheng Qian is determined to get it, if you want to pick the elixir, you must first get rid of this ghost thing.

Cheng Qian quickly slapped on the storage bag, and a dragon roar that overpowered the sound of ghosts came out, and a flying sword with a blue light smashed towards the corpse sheath.

And this corpse sheath was obviously startled by this dragon roar, its movements slowed down, and in its empty eyes, green light flickered, looking at the blue light that flashed over, it roared violently, and slashed away with a sword.

The powerful ghost brandished the iron sword and the blue flying sword and slashed together in an instant, and suddenly sparks flew everywhere, and a trace of cold wind blew onto Cheng Gan's face.

Cheng Qian's face remained unchanged, and he urged the flying sword violently, and suddenly the flying sword was wrapped in a slight arc.

However, the arc of electricity bounced on top of the iron sword, only making a popping sound and emitting black smoke, and the ghost's yin qi was not afraid of the power of thunder and lightning at all.

In the yin qi, the iron sword and the blue flying sword were tightly facing each other, but at this moment, a bone claw rushed out of the yin qi, and actually grabbed Cheng Qian's blue flying sword, not afraid of the sharpness of the flying sword at all.

The seemingly slender fingers actually grabbed the top-level flying sword with a hard bare hand without being injured.

Seeing this, Cheng Qian's complexion changed greatly, and he hurriedly urged the flying sword, but the flying sword seemed to be inlaid with the bone claw, but it flashed with blue light crazily, and it was held in the hand by the bone claw without moving.

"Hmph!" Cheng Qian snorted coldly, and the blue flying sword erupted with violent thunder and lightning power, but the bone claw was not afraid at all, and still clung to the flying sword.

The corpse sheath roared violently, as if it was quite tired of the lightning strike of the flying sword in his hand, and he waved his arm violently and threw the flying sword in his hand into the distance.

I saw that the blue flying sword was thrown out of the corpse scabbard several feet away, and smashed the inner wall of the cave, making an extremely dull sound.

Cheng Gan's complexion was like a play in the secular world singing a flower opera, every movement of the corpse sheath would make Cheng Gan's face change color, and the blue flying sword was still in the midst of his spiritual power, and the corpse sheath threw it far away without any effort, making Cheng Gan's complexion change greatly.

He vaguely felt that he was not at the same level as this corpse sheath at all, and he was invincible at all, but when he thought of the spirit grass that had the power of transformation behind him, he had great regret in his heart.

When Cheng Qian was struggling with whether to retreat or not, the corpse sheath had another movement.

I saw that it opened its big mouth, and a faint blue flame sprayed towards Cheng Qian.

The incomparably thick coolness suddenly spread from his heart, and a sense of fear burst out of Cheng Qian's heart at this time.

However, the golden jade hairpin taken out in advance played its role again at this time, and I saw that Jin Xia had thickened it in vain, expelling the fear in Cheng Qian's heart.

Cheng Qian's figure flashed quickly, and he retreated sharply, and the faint blue flame burst into the air.

"Whew! it's terrible!" Cheng Qian, who dodged the blow, muttered in shock: "This fire is so domineering, and it disturbs people's hearts, it just happens to have a magic weapon to protect the mind, otherwise this blow will fall here." ”,

However, just when Cheng Qian was in shock, a tall figure wearing armor appeared in front of Cheng Gan strangely, brandishing an iron sword and slashing at the top of Cheng Gan's head.

Sparks flew everywhere, and in a hurry, Cheng Qian quickly took out the Wuji Sword and blocked it above his head.

Cheng Qian spat out a mouthful of blood, the tiger's mouth in his right hand was numb, and there were faint traces of blood, but the Wuji Sword was still holding the iron sword on his head.

Cheng Qian was shocked in his heart, the speed of that powerful ghost was too fast, and he flashed in front of Cheng Qian in the blink of an eye, and what shocked him even more was that the iron sword in the hand of this ghost could withstand the sharpness of the Wuji Sword.

You must know that the Wuji Sword is a magic weapon used by the monks of the Yudan period, although in Cheng Qian's hands, the power of this sword can exert up to thirty percent of the power, but it is not something that a magic weapon can resist, even a top-level magic weapon is vulnerable under the sharpness of the Wuji Sword.

And at the same time as Cheng Qian was shocked, his body sank suddenly, and his knees bent violently, boom!

This powerful ghost suddenly increased the force in his hand, and Cheng Qian was unexpectedly pressed by this force for a while, and his knees bent and knelt on the ground, splashing a puddle of dust.

It can be seen that this powerful ghost is infinitely powerful, Cheng Qian gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his knees, and with a fierce exertion of the giant force, he held the Wuji Sword horizontally with both hands and resisted it fiercely.

From a distance, a thin figure, kneeling on the ground with both hands holding a sharp sword, can resist, a giant slashed the big sword, it looks like a martial arts master in the secular world competition, one side is weak, one side is burly, and the weak side can withstand it.

The armor-clad corpse sheath, the hollow eyes, the green light flickered violently, and this roar was faintly excited.

And Cheng Qian's heart was extremely depressed, this battle was the most aggrieved, as a monk, his spiritual power was completely useless, he was completely fighting in hand-to-hand combat, if it weren't for Cheng Gan's body being tempered, ordinary immortal cultivators would fight like this, and the bones would basically fall apart in just one round.

At this time, Cheng Qian basically had no interest in picking the spirit grass, and his whole mind was thinking about getting out, compared to this powerful ghost, he was not a level at all.

However, seeing that Cheng Qian resisted his own blow, this ghost creature seemed to be extremely excited, and a non-human rattling sound came out of his mouth, as if he was thirsty for battle, he suppressed Cheng Qian's iron sword and swung it violently into the air, and slashed down violently.

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