The white ghost rode through the Xuandu on horseback, and because of the wartime curfew, he stood out in the empty streets.

However, there will be no more officers and soldiers to stop him, and when he was stopped by the Admiral of Danfengmen, he showed off the gold medal that Zhang Tianxi personally rewarded, and there were only two gold medals in the entire Xuandu.

Holders of this card can enter and exit the palace at will and face the saint directly.

And the holders of these two gold medals are the daughters of the white ghosts and the big disciples of the personal lineage, Bai Ye and Mo Song.

The white ghost usually dotes on his daughter, so naturally he didn't dare to ask his little ancestor to ask for the gold medal that Bai Ye inexplicably loved, and for the convenience of access, this idea hit Mo Song.

Poor senior brother of the Broken Sword Pavilion, he has to take care of the immature little junior sister, and he has to provide for the middle-aged lazy man of the white ghost, the master opened his mouth, and he can only hand over the gold medal.

"I finally finished what Brother Chu explained. ”

When the white ghost thought of Xiao Huaqing's face, his back was cold.

"It's still Lao Zheng is an old Jianghu, sensible, Huaqing's dead girl almost killed me. ”

After some unimpeded travel, the white ghost rode his horse and came to the house where Chu Mo was hiding.

To be precise, this is now the place where several of their twelve immortals gathered.

If you say which place in Xuandu is the safest, it is undoubtedly here.

"Phew!"

As soon as the white ghost pulled the reins, the mount immediately stopped.

"Thankfully. ”

He patted the horse's head, it was indeed hard for the horse, according to the white ghost's skills, even if he relied on light skills to run for hundreds of miles, but he was just lazy, and he could run with the horse and never move by himself.

"Huh?"

The white ghost, who was just about to enter the house, suddenly noticed something unusual.

A faint smell of blood permeated the air, it was too faint, as if someone had deliberately restrained it, but it did exist, and ordinary people may be difficult to detect, but it could not escape the powerful perception of the white ghost.

"It's ...... Blood Sea Demon Skill!"

The white ghost was shocked: "He's here!"

Before he could think about it, the door of the house suddenly opened, and two black shadows flew out of it and attacked the door in front of him.

"Poof!"

The sound of a sharp blade coming out of its sheath, but it was not the knife that moved, but the hands of the white ghost, which were sharper than the blade.

"Drink!"

The two-handed palm knife slashed out, and two black shadows were in the middle, but the touch that came was like a split on the tough leather armor, deeply embedded in it, but it could not be cut off.

With the faint light from the house, the white ghost could also see the two black shadows clearly.

It was two dark yellow vines, covered with barbs, that were wrapping around his arms like a snake.

"It's me!"

In desperation, the white ghost shouted, and the two vines paused for a moment, then quickly tapered, and staggered towards the house.

Lan Yuerong Ana's figure walked out of the house, her beautiful eyes looked at the white ghost with surprise, and said, "You're back?"

"Fortunately, I don't disgrace my life. The white ghost breathed a sigh of relief, and almost beat his own family.

"Tan Ernan is here?"

Lan Yuerong nodded and said, "The Seven Kings of the Blood Sea and Du Mo are also here, I thought they were going to break in." ”

The white ghost was startled, no wonder he had a strange feeling when he came, it turned out that there were masters lurking around.

The Blood Sea Sect can be regarded as a big sect in the entire Pure Determination Dojo, it is not like the two heavenly domains that Chu Mo is in charge of, although it has a lofty status, it is thin, and it is almost all supported by Chu Mo alone, nor is it like Xiao Huaqing's Miao Ling Sect to live in seclusion and escape from the world, but it is a very small number of sects that still walk in the rivers and lakes in a high-profile manner in this era when the Pure Decision Dojo was completely suppressed by Tongye Mountain, with more than 1,000 disciples in the sect, and the momentum is immense.

Sect leader Tan Ernan, known as Chizun, as early as nineteen years ago, he practiced the martial arts of the town sect Blood Sea Demon to the ninth layer, and became one of the twelve immortals, acting in a domineering style to the extreme, killing countless people, even the "world martial arts" Tongye Mountain, was also killed by Tan Ernan The hall master of a mountain hall, the murderous name far exceeds the other twelve immortals. There are even more Seven Kings of the Blood Sea in the Sect, who are the seven masters whose status is only below Tan Ernan in the Blood Sea Sect, and it is said that they can defeat any of the twelve immortals together, especially the Blood Saint King, the head of the Seven Kings, is Tan Ernan's junior disciple, and they practice the Blood Sea Demon Skill together, and their skills have reached the powerful realm of the eighth layer.

Du Mo, Tan Ernan's personal disciple, has excellent talent, less than twenty years old has practiced the fifth layer of the Blood Sea Demon Skill, and then retreated for five years, three years ago, has reached the seventh layer of the realm, and now the seventh layer of the Demon Skill has been completed, and is expected to hit the eighth layer before the age of thirty, the ruthlessness of the heart and means is better than that of the master, and it is also the best candidate for the position of the next generation of Blood Sea Sect Master, and the people of the rivers and lakes call him "Little Venerable".

"Hahahahaha......"

Eerie laughter came from all directions, making people shudder.

"Lan Immortal people also look down on my Blood Sea Sect too much, the sect leader has an appointment with Chief Chu in advance, we are just here to watch the battle, and we will never step into this house, why should we be so vigilant?"

Lan Yuerong smiled and said to the white ghost: "Stinky Lao Jiu's injuries have not healed, and he is not there, I have to look at him, I will leave it to you here." ”

With that, he turned gracefully and closed the door.

The white ghost wanted to cry without tears, and he was turned away by two women within three days, but they were still twelve immortals.

"Okay, I'm going to clean up the mess anyway. ”

He faced the boundless darkness and shouted: "Seven Kings of the Blood Sea, what are you doing hiding your head and tail?

There was silence in the darkness, and then a faint voice came: "Broken Knife Pavilion Master, I haven't seen you for many years, and your domineering spirit is still there." ”

The white ghost smiled: "Blood Saint King, you are living more and more, Tan Ernan still knows that self-improvement is constantly improving, practicing to the tenth layer, but it's you, the Blood Sea Demon Skill is still the eighth layer after so many years, and you also threatened to ask for a double immortal in the Blood Sea Sect back then, and now it seems that your Blood Sea Sect has sent Caibao far away, hahaha......"

Caibao is also one of the Pure Determination Dojos, specializing in some partial exercises, good at researching and transforming martial arts classics, Lan Yuerong and Qu Wudao are from Caibao, but the castle master is held by a person who is not familiar with martial arts, and the structure is loose, but because the twelve immortals occupy two seats, the position in the Pure Decision Dojo is very important.

"The White Pavilion Lord is sharp-tongued, and I want to comprehend the strength of the Twelve Immortals!"

In the night sky, the Blood Saint King's voice was clearly tinged with a hint of annoyance.

"Whoa......

The sound of viscous liquid flowing came, and a burst of blood mist filled the white ghost's eyes for no reason.

The blood mist swirled, then quickly converged, becoming a substantial river of blood.

"Puff ......"

With a sickening sound of viscous liquid rolling, a hand split out of the river of blood.

A large scarlet hand that was nearly twenty feet long, with countless blood tumbling in its palm, slapped straight towards the white ghost.

The white ghost breathed in the bloody air, and stepped forward violently, and an almost formless sword qi forced out from in front of him, and the only trace of it was the ground that began to crack along the tip of the white ghost's toes.

The crack stretched rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it was in front of the big scarlet hand.

There was no sound, but the two extremely destructive forces were indeed entangled.

The sword qi was surging, the sea of blood was rampant, and the crimson blood color continued to erode the sharpness of the sword qi, and the sword qi seemed to be endless, and even the void was cut open, and irreparable scars were cut on the bloody hands.

In the end, the big scarlet hand couldn't hold on, and was stirred up by the knife qi, and burst back into a blood mist, lingering in the air unwillingly twice, dissipating into nothingness.

And the sword qi was still indomitable, until the long street was almost broken in half, and then it gradually lost its strength.

"Ugh!"

The Blood Saint King let out a muffled snort, obviously suffering a loss.

"Haha, practice to the ninth layer and then find Lao Tzu to break his wrist!"

The white ghost made a cheap expression and mocked the Blood Saint King mercilessly.

But he secretly scolded himself in his heart: "Why are you so heavy, tomorrow you have to call someone to block this place and repair the road, disturb the people, and sin and sin." ”

"Boom!"

A loud bang came from a high place, and the white ghost looked up and saw a large hole in the roof of the house.

Above the roof, a bloody light rose into the sky, like a round of blood sun rising in the night, emitting a dazzling and cold blood light.

The breath is in the same vein as the Blood Saint King, and it is also the Blood Sea Demon Skill, but just by perception, I know that this power is far more than several times superior to the Blood Saint King.

In the dark red blood, an obscure, strange-looking symbol slowly appeared, and at first glance there was a strange attraction, as if it wanted to drain the soul of a person.

It's like gazing into the abyss.

The white ghost finally put away his wild and uninhibited appearance, and his face was solemn.

The ground beneath his feet burst open, stretching out fine scar marks.

This is his sword qi is threatened, and he instinctively breaks through his body, forming a protective strength.

"The Blood Shadow Totem, such a strong oppressive force. ”

"Are you going to start?"