The reins in Ling Tiansu's hand were slightly tight, and the white horse under him seemed to feel the cold and murderous consciousness behind him, and he didn't continue to bow his head to graze, neighed, and walked forward.

He rode on a white horse, his gaze indifferently towards the old man with ghostclaws.

The old man had already stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and stared at him gloomily with a pair of green-gray eyes, his breath dangerous.

"Hey. Zhao Jige frowned, and was about to speak, when a black body like an iron tower stopped in front of her, it was the black blood war ghost under the hands of the national teacher, and a pair of blue eyes stared faintly.

The old man with ghost claws smiled sadly, "Miss Li Jige is the treasure of the swordsman Yang Xiaobei, and she is one of the future candidates for Princess Wu Ying, the old man doesn't dare to touch you, but Miss, your pet is really not very well-behaved, and the claws are too sharp, so it is better to let the old man discipline her for you." ”

Seeing that Ling Tiansu was still driving towards the old man with ghost claws without knowing whether he was alive or dead, Li Jige was angry and anxious, "You come back for me!"

For the sake of her thin face, maybe the old man with ghost claws would not dare to touch her people indiscriminately.

But if she had openly taken the initiative to provoke, the result would have been very different!

Cultivators who leave the country are the most cruel and evil, and the lambs sent to the door, they will tear them into pieces of meat and chew them raw in the most cruel and bloody way.

Li Jige saw that Ling Tiansu was unmoved, and got up angrily, but he was overwhelmed by the momentum of the black blood war ghost, and he couldn't step out, and his face was suddenly extremely ugly.

The old man with ghost claws looked at Ling Tiansu with a smile, and a strange black mist rose from the hem of the black robe on the cover.

The three-foot aura around his body appeared like an inky war ghost capturing the giant mountain, and the nine gloomy thick qi burst out powerfully!

Li Jige's face changed greatly, and he was shocked: "Battle Ghost Prison Mountain!"

War Ghost Prison Mountain, is the evil cultivation of the heavenly level exercises, the old man of the ghost claw has the cultivation of the beginning of the Yuan realm, with the help of this exercise to raise the soul of war, the war ghost prison mountain, can also imprison the soul, can detain the soul hidden in the Dharma Mountain, do not enter the reincarnation, devour the soul of the five Yao, eternal prisoner and the law in the ghost mountain.

With his current cultivation, don't say that the first realm of Tongyuan, I am afraid that the soul of a peak cultivator of Tongyuan will also be directly dispersed by the soul!

The snowflakes scattered around the old man turned into a strange pitch-black color, and then instantly turned into a pale color that had lost its soul, and fell down.

Even though Li Jige was far away from the old man with ghost claws, there was even this tower-like war ghost in front of her, resisting most of the coercion for her.

She was still so frightened that her face turned pale, and she was in severe pain when she knew the sea, and there was a kind of soul that was twisted into the spatial chaos, about to be sucked away and torn apart!

She snorted, holding her head in her hands and screaming in pain, "Brother!!"

A clear sword roar broke through the clouds, and the sky dome of thick snow and frozen clouds seemed to be broken out of a vast hole, and a terrifying divine power bloomed in the cloud cave.

The divine sword cracked the sky, sweeping thousands of miles of clouds and airflow frost, and the momentum was extremely strong.

No one could have imagined that such a domineering and unparalleled knife was really a narrow, long, and slender embroidered spring knife.

"Who dares to hurt my sister!" The young man's voice resounded through the sky, and he didn't see a human figure, but he saw the sword soul reflecting the blade, and the edge slashed straight towards the old man with ghost claws!

Although the old man with ghost claws had jealousy and surprise in his eyes, he didn't seem to expect Yang Xiaobei to come so quickly, but he didn't intend to let go of this 'woman' who tried to offend him.

Between the swings of the black wide sleeved robe, the pitch-black demonic mist turned into a long dragon, and swept the thunderous divine sword into it.

In an instant, the paint mist was like a dragon, burning red in the burning sword intent. Yang Xiaobei's cultivation was at the peak of Tongyuan, and he was more than one line stronger than the old man with ghost claws, but under the complementarity of this Heavenly Rank Exercise, the unstoppable sword intent was finally delayed by a few points.

The old man of Ghost Claw laughed gloomily, and slowly raised his head, the dry hooked nose under the hood had a strong sense of ghost seduction.

At the moment when the old man with ghost claws raised his head, Ling Tiansu held the reins, the white horse roared, the horse's hooves were raised high, and the horse's hooves inlaid with special iron pieces of the Vietnamese military reflected the cold texture of metal in the heavy snow.

White Horse is young.

The white horse is very tall.

He was not tall when he was young, but he covered most of the sky.

On the grassland, the wind and snow between heaven and earth suddenly became quiet and peaceful.

The white horse bent his hooves and stood up, his back obscuring the sky, and the shadow cast by the backlight reflected an indifferent face.

The old man with ghost claws is like a ghost in the corner of Tianshan Mountain, and even the extremely strong Yang Xiaobei's amazing divine knife can't break the aura around him for the time being.

But he stood under the horse, and the sky was obscured by the young man on the horse.

An extremely simple scene, but it made the ghost-clawed old man's grim smile stiffen slightly, and there was a terrible illusion in his heart that he was the will of heaven.

The horse's hooves fell.

The mountain ghost battle spirit is up and blasted away!

'Puff'......

A slightly comical sound echoed through the wind and snow.

The old man's Yuan Power erupted in an instant, not something that he could control.

It's like encountering some great crisis, and at the last moment, the instinctive desire for survival deep in the body squeezes out all the Yuan Force.

And the iron horse's hooves that didn't have any Yuan Force and didn't have any Yuan Force flow, and it looked extremely ordinary.

The inky black fog shattered like a mirage.

The disdainful look on the old man's face hadn't even dissipated, although his body had already reacted to instinctively sense death, but his consciousness hadn't even reacted, and there was a huge disparity between life and death between the two.

But the horse's hooves on his chest soon sank deep into his body, and between the pale and thin skin, fine beads of blood burst out from the pores of his skin.

He spurted out a mouthful of blood, his gaze shocked and desperate, but powerless to stop the darkness of death from enveloping him.

From the perspective of others, it looks like Lingtian Su riding a horse to raise its hooves, and then it falls very naturally.

This famous cultivator who left the country turned into a puddle of flesh and mud, mixed with the snow.

The blood gradually turned the white horse's hair red, making it look as if it had come out of the Shura battlefield and the white bones.

The long knife that broke through the air screaked, burning with a gurgling red blood flame, and finally cut through the heavy black mist.

Yang Xiaobei didn't expect that the old man with ghost claws would die at all, so much so that he forgot to go for ventilation and collect the knife, and the narrow and curved embroidered spring knife gathered and could not disperse, and continued to break through the wind.

On the horseback, a slender and distinct palm seemed to poke out calmly and leisurely, and slowly grasped the lightning-fast knife.

The flames of the sword qi like a burning cloud suddenly dispersed.

The long knife was quietly held in his hand, as if he was sleeping, and he did not see half of his might and terror.

Yang Xiaobei, who came by bathing in wind and snow, was suddenly shocked on the spot and stunned.

Li Jige's eyes widened, stunned!

Didn't Rong Xiu say that she sent a well-behaved and lovely little milk cat over?

Is this a kitten?

It's clearly a murderous tiger! She's a little messy.

The red-clothed and silver-armored soldiers who left the country showed a fierce light in their eyes, impatient and ferocious.

The light of the sky faded with the sunset of the distant mountains, and the snow was silent at dusk, and countless snow fell.

The bloody white horse, in the heavy snow, white clothes and silver hair, clothes and hair are fluttering, like a beautiful painting.

A knife flower was deftly flipped in his hand, and the scattered clouds were irretrievable, but under the dim sky, the dark clouds swept up violently in an instant.

The sky and the earth are dark, and I can't even see the snowflakes in front of me.

The silent knife in Ling Tiansu's hand finally moved......

In the dark twilight snow, only a trace of the sword shadow of the snow and cold was like lightning and light, and it sneered and cut with a sound, and it gradually flew out of the fishy thick frost red.

Finally, with a bang, the blade entered the body, and the chest of the black-blooded war ghost standing in front of Li Jige was pierced by a long knife, and the scarlet blood burning with red fire spurted out of the war ghost's body bit by bit, illuminating the twilight.

In the interplay of light and shadow, it is clearly recognizable, and the blood-stained corpses on the ground are all soldiers who have left the country.

The cold tip of the knife was only an inch away from the tip of Li Jige's nose.

The distance is a little subtle.

Ling Tiansu turned over and dismounted, and glanced at her lightly with an indifferent look, "The horse will return you, and the knife will also return you." ”

The color of the blood burning in the body of the black blood war ghost gradually turned into a golden brilliant flame, and the blood arrays on the ground ignited one after another like oil.

The dazzling flames bloomed beautifully in the snow, and from a distance, it looked like an evil blood demon array was burned and cracked by a holy fire from the heavenly realm.

The five-sided giant tripod at the end of the blood array exploded with a bang, and the flames soared into the sky, like fireworks blooming, scattering into colorful brilliance.

The mortals of the Yue Kingdom in the pit were reborn after the catastrophe, and they stopped crying, and the sad and joyful voices of gratitude and thanks were endless, and they looked at Ling Tiansu with their eyes enthusiastically, as if they were worshiping the gods.

At the last moment of life and death, it was not His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the savior of the Yue Kingdom, who rescued them, nor did it come down from the gods, but the beautiful 'woman' who saved them from fire and water.

She is not a god, but she is even more than a god.

At this moment, the five Haotian Freedom Seals in Ling Tiansu's body suddenly became hot and hot, as if an extremely pure power poured into it, merging into his body, and every inch of skin and bones was full of strength.

His eyes were slightly surprised.

This is......

The power of faith in the world.

The power of faith can be transformed into the original power of the practitioner, and the power of faith can not only change the limited qualifications and bloodline of the practitioner, but also turn it into pure yuan power to help others practice.

If the power of faith is accumulated to a certain extent, it will be transformed into the power of merit, and even if it enters reincarnation, this majestic supreme power will not be wiped out.

The power of merit can create a divine body, and there are also examples of mortals ascending to gods in the void divine realm.

That is the power of faith has reached a point where even the gods cannot be ignored, and it is easy to turn into a god, reach the peak, and become a god.

Although the power of faith of these hundreds of people infiltrated into Ling Tiansu's body, most of it would be lost outside the body, but it was just to let the five Haotian Freedom Seals run weakly and slowly, and all the Yuan Power consumed by Ling Tiansu's killing was restored.

Ling Tiansu stroked the totem mark of the fox clan under his shoulder.

But suddenly he had an idea in his heart......