The storm is surging.

The eyes of all the cultivators of the Yang World moved with the figure of the ghost whisperer.

Venerable Dojo.

The top of the mountain.

The half-suspended Void Barrier was torn apart.

The figure of the ghost whisperer stepped through the void and descended into the yang world.

The moment he saw the ghost whisper, Su Musha almost had a moment of trance.

It's a lot like.

It's like the Demon Venerable of the past.

Dressed in a black robe, his hair was scattered, and twelve flags behind him danced wildly in the wind.

The boy's eyes were like electricity.

The two looked at each other, both silent, only the mountain wind, still whistling by.

No one knew what Su Musha was thinking at the moment.

He just stared at the Ghost Whisperer, just as he had once stared at the Demon Venerable thousands of years ago.

Suddenly, for a moment, Ghost Yuzi's frowning brows soothed.

It seems that at this moment, walking in front of Su Musha has already made him feel a sense of relief.

Ghost Yuzi's eyes trembled slightly, and he arched his hand towards Su Musha.

"Your Holiness. ”

The eyes of all the powerful people in the Yang World fell on Su Musha's body.

At this moment, Su Musha could even feel the vibration in the void.

Someone moved, shattered the Void barrier, and hid in the turbulence of time and space, wanting to get a closer look at the battle that might come.

It is even very likely that someone has already moved the murderous intent.

The three Venerables of the Yang World are old and immortal, and they are old and become demons.

Without preaching for a single day, these three men are the sword hanging over the heads of all the mighty.

If there is really a possibility of killing His Holiness, no one will miss the opportunity to make a move at a critical moment.

In the whistling wind, Su Mu's hoarse voice echoed.

"Child, this is the era of the new way, the era of your heavenly arrogance and demons, why bother to find the old and decrepit?"

Hearing this, the ghost whispered half a wry smile.

"Dare to teach His Holiness to know, not that the ghost whispers insist on coming, but that he has to come, and the cause and effect of the family teacher will always come to an end! ”

Su Musha smiled dumbly.

"I can't imagine that you will look at old decay as fun. ”

"The younger generation does not dare to disrespect the Venerable, but the cultivation of longevity, seeing oneself, seeing sentient beings, seeing heaven and earth, the younger generation has also gone halfway, and now they still want to see heaven and earth. ”

"From the point of view of the old decay, the cause and effect of the Lingshi has been over thousands of years ago. ”

"From the perspective of the younger generation, the cause and effect of the family teacher is not over today and now!"

Su Musha shook his head, as if he didn't want to continue arguing with him about this issue, he looked at the ghost for a long time.

"In the past, how many years has your sect been in turmoil?"

Ghost whispered slowly closed his eyes.

"Nearly two thousand years. ”

"How many dead and wounded disciples?"

"At the beginning, two out of ten were gone, and then there was civil strife, and by the time the younger generation reached the realm of power, half of them had gone. ”

Su Musha's voice was very soft, like the chatter of the old man next door, he nodded when he heard the words, and continued to ask.

"Now, the Great Dao is Dingding, and your sect is now at the peak of the past?"

"Yes!"

"Disciple geometry?"

"There are tens of millions of heart refining disciples!"

"If you fall here today, what will happen to your luck thousands of years or tens of thousands of years after your sect?

Faced with this question, the ghost whispered no longer answered.

Su Musha also looked away from him, and his eyes slowly lowered.

"In one door, whether the Taoism is profound, how many spiritual veins there are in the mountain gate, how many disciples are capable, in fact, they are still second, and don't say that there is a kind of heritage, even the same kind of luck, when it is time to kill and rob, it is eternal, and if it can't be passed, it is ancient......

Everything is in the palm of the sect, the battle to seize the sky in the past, the Yang World Holy Land Great Sect, ninety percent of the master sects are all in the game, fighting in the red sky, otherwise, even if the avenue is turbulent that day, it will not be your turn to come out.

Child, you are not only a disciple of the Demon Venerable, but also the head of the Heart Refining Demon Sect, if you break your face, you will cut the luck of the Heart Refining Demon Sect! If you hurt your Dao Foundation, you will destroy the foundation of the Heart Refining Demon Sect! You are the façade of a faction, if there is a bad pool today, it will be a major event to destroy the sect and destroy the sect!

As soon as the Demon Venerable died, your sect broke its muscles and bones for two thousand years, two thousand years, and only then did there be a ghost whisper, or the new way of luck, if you want to die, it doesn't take two thousand years, but I'm afraid that it will be two hundred years, and your sect will disappear, and in the future, the way of killing may be even refining lungs and refining livers......

That's it, do you still want to see this mountain?"

"See you!"

The ghost whispered a crisp response.

Su Mu's eagle-like eyes suddenly lifted.

"You're pushing me to do it this time. ”

"Don't dare. ”

"If it is for the sake of Taoism, the soul of the master can be returned, and you will also explain it to the sect, how about it?"

"The revenge of the family teacher, as a disciple, it is better to repay it with your own hands. ”

"But the old man didn't want to make a move. ”

"The younger generation thinks that they still have to do it, it is life and death, and each has its own destiny. ”

"The old man wants to hear the truth. ”

"Seniors, those two, either live in the green heaven of the underworld, or live in the Hades of the Lethe River, the Venerable is noble and ethereal, and should not live in the world. ”

"It's the old decay that obstructs your eyes, so to speak, this is the yang scheme, the old decay can't kill you today, and whoever has entered the immortal realm in the future will always come to the old decay to walk through it; ”

Saying that, the skylight was opened, and the ghost whispered here and fell silent again.

Silence for the second time.

Su Musha looked at him straight like this, and after a while, he suddenly sneered.

"It's okay, I've done a game.

Your talent is still above the commander.

It's just that...... There is a great terror between life and death, and I hope you have no regrets. ”

When the words fell, Su Musha was still sitting on the top of the mountain and did not move, but suddenly there was a shocking sword aura, rushing into the sky!

His hoarse voice continued.

"In the past, there was a sword in the old age, called the ancient sword of the soul, and a thousand years ago, he destroyed the master's Taoist weapon and rerefined this sword.

Today, a sword is given to you. ”

When the words fell, the surging and shocking sword light condensed into a line between breaths!

Here is a poem:

A rage flew into the air, and the Spirit Slashing Sword was like a rainbow.

Suddenly, the wind sounded in the heavens and the earth, and in an instant thunder roared all over the universe.

Fierce like a winged bird, hideous like a wild mountain bear.

From now on, he will be afraid to talk about ghosts, and he will be poor when he returns with his hands back.

It was clearly a subtle sword qi between the subtleties, and even the divine thoughts of the ghost whisperers could not be sensed clearly in an instant.

The sword light pierced the void.

Silver glow moves with the shadow.

In this instant, the ghost whispered and his breath stagnated.

He felt as if he was in a hysterical disorder, and he only felt that at this moment, in front of him and behind him, in all directions, it seemed that there were hundreds of millions of sword rays sweeping by, straight to himself!

In the void, the twelve flags of the Ghost Whisperer danced violently, and the scarlet divine light enveloped his whole person.

Su Musha's gaze was no longer looking at the ghost whisperer.

In the past, a banner was used to kill the Demon Venerable.

Today, there are 12 flags, but they are also killed.

The moment the ancient god true law was added, Su Musha's vision was already different from ordinary powers.

At this moment, his eagle-like eyes swept across the void.

The moment this sword was slashed, many of the powers of the Yang World had already moved.

Tonghui Monk, Yuan Gezi, Yan Xuan Da Neng, Qingmeng Fairy......

Many people have walked into the void, and many people have already had fluctuations in the Tao and Fa.

In Su Mu's eyes, there was a flash of light in an instant, and it returned to turbidity.

If one person can kill, two can also kill.

What about tens of millions?

What's more, there are nearly ten people among them, who are already cultivating in the Immortal Realm!

Maybe...... I'm afraid I can't kill anyone today.

As soon as he thought of this, Su Mu covered the depths of the light, and there were silver and white stars rippling.

The chess game in front of us has to be planned for eternity, and now seems to be the time to fall.

At that moment, the terrible screams of the ghost whisperers had come out of the scarlet divine light.

"It's not easy to cultivate, and I'll spare your life.

But the old dojo is not so easy to get in and out, and there is always something to be left behind.

Kill the soul with a sword, bury your body. ”

When the words fell, Su Musha waved his hand.

The Spirit Slashing Sword, which lies somewhere between the illusory and the substantial, manifested in the clouds, and the blade flashed with cold light.

"No ——!"

The terrible soul sound reverberated through the sky.

The ghost whispers no longer have the calmness he had when he came.

This sword fell, unfolding the connection between the ghost whisperer's soul and the Dao body.

In the past, the sword slashed the soul platform, and today the sword slashes the soul.

Twelve broken banners wrapped in the origin of the ghost soul pierced the void and left in a hurry.

In the same place, the Dao robe of the ghost whisperer was stained with blood and fell from the air.

Xu is already doomed.

The soulless body fell to the top of the mountain not far away, facing the main peak where Su Musha was, kneeling on the ground, as if worshipping.

For a moment, there was no movement in the void.

There is a great terror between life and death.

That's true.

Su Musha didn't move from beginning to end, and at this time, his eyes were gloomy, looking at the soulless body kneeling on the ground, as if he was looking at the ghost whisperer when nothing had happened a few breaths ago.