"Wuyan, I think he will make the true Yangzi's method seem to have something to do with the true yangzi, so don't embarrass him. ”

Nangong Jun said.

When Yang Huo heard this, he suddenly had a glimmer of life, hey, it is good to have strength, the predecessors of Zhenyangzi have already soared, but they can still bluff people.

"True Yangzi, do you mean the True Yangzi of Middle-earth Divine Prefecture who has soared two or three hundred years ago?"

The Red Flame Saint Ji said with some surprise.

"That's right, it's him. ”

"Nangong, a person who has soared, what are you afraid of him doing?"

The corners of the Red Flame Saint Ji's mouth showed a hint of rebelliousness and disdain.

"Wuyan, I'm afraid you don't know, although Zhenyangzi has soared, there is a person who is very close to him, called Long Junxian, this person is an unborn master, with ten realms of cultivation, this young man is probably related to Long Junxian, otherwise, he would not be able to make Zhenyangzi's Qiankun Wuji Mantra. ”

Nangong Jun pointed at Yang Huo and made a detailed analysis of the Red Flame Saint Ji.

Yang Huo breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, even if you still have some knowledge, knowing the Qiankun Wuji Curse of Long Xianjun and Zhenyangzi's predecessors, it seems that my Yang Huo's life should not be extinguished.

Hearing this, the Red Flame Saint Ji frowned, when it came to the Ten Realms cultivator, it was really unacceptable, but Yang Huo, this kid may not have anything to do with this Long Junxian, otherwise why didn't he bring Long Junxian out to scare himself?

"Boy, tell me, what is your relationship with that dragon junxian?"

The Red Flame Saint Ji was unwilling to say authentically.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Yang Huo said.

As soon as these words came out, the Red Flame Saint Ji frowned, and suddenly sneered.

"Dragon Immortal Jun doesn't want me to publicize his name outside, but he is now in the stage of ascending from the Ten Realms to the Eleventh Realm, and he hopes that after his ascension, I can take over his True Yang Cave Heaven. ”

Yang Huo then added the following paragraph, and the sneering face of the Red Flame Saint Ji suddenly froze.

Even Nangong Jun was stunned, obviously, he knew what the True Yang Cave Heaven was, and he also believed that Yang Huo's words were true, after all, such an immortal blessed land needs someone to inherit it, otherwise it will be a big waste.

"Wuyan, forget it, let him go. ”

Nangong Jun said to the Red Flame Saint Ji.

The face of the Red Flame Saint Ji was so beautiful that it was shockingly ugly at this time, wasn't this kid just a little monk of the Thousand Islands Water Tribe, how could he have anything to do with the great masters of the world?

Depressed to depressed, the Red Flame Saint Ji still stretched out her hand a little and lifted the restraints on Yang Huo's body.

Yang Huo didn't dare to stay any longer, and flew away from the local area again.

Nangong Jun stretched out his hand to cast a spell and broke the magic circle under Yang Huobu, and the monk surnamed Mo and Yan Xiaowu were free, but Yang Huo was gone, so naturally he couldn't stop there.

"Nangong senior, where did the kid surnamed Wang run away?"

The monk surnamed Mo asked anxiously.

Nangong Jun did not tell him directly, but roughly talked about the relationship between Yang Huo and Long Junxian and Zhen Yangzi, which meant that Brother Mo should not worry about Yang Huo. fate

But Brother Mo has been carried away by hatred and anger, where will he care?

"Senior Nangong, just say where that kid is going. ”

Nangong Jun couldn't persuade him, so he had to stretch out his hand and point in the direction where Yang Huo flew away, and the monk surnamed Mo took Yan Xiaowu and chased after him from the direction Yang Huo left.

After Yang Huo flew away from the scene, he had been going to the northwest to go to the Divine Clan, but after thinking about it, the monk surnamed Mo would definitely get out of the control of the magic circle with the help of Chiyan Shengji and Nangong Jun for a while, once he chased him, his cultivation was low, and it was easy for him to catch up, so he changed his direction and avoided the limelight first.

So he flew to the southwest.

After flying for about one or two hundred miles, I saw that another city seemed to appear in front of me, but countless crows were hovering above the city, and they were making piercing cries one after another.

Yang Huo was stunned, there are so many crows, could it be that there are many dead corpses in the city, these crows are obviously gathered here because they want to eat carrion, it can't be another place full of living dead, right?

After a while, Yang Huo flew to the top of this city, and when he looked down, not only were there countless crows circling in the sky, but the roofs in the city were also full of crows, and a burst of foul smell poured into Yang Huo's nose unexpectedly, making Yang Huo almost nauseated.

Obviously, this city is not a city of the living dead, but a city of rotting corpses. Could it be that this city has also been poisoned by the Red Flame Saint Ji and them, it doesn't make sense, this place is only one or two hundred miles away from the city of Fangcai, and with the speed of the Red Flame Saint Ji and them, they will not wait until the living dead who have drawn their souls die and decay before reaching the next city.

Could it be someone else's evil?

As soon as he thought of the others, Yang Huo thought of the Ghost King of the Gathering Soul Valley and his group of subordinates, the Nine Shadows Deep Pit of the Gathering Soul Valley was completely opened, and countless underground Yin Souls rose up, the Ghost King and his subordinates could be said to have more than one or two meals, and their cultivation would also be improved accordingly, and then, they should continue to come out to absorb the living souls of the living, trying to become the body of the Yang God.

Hey, the Supreme Realm has suffered another wave of catastrophe, a place where there is no justice, only selfish desires, whether it is people or ghosts, for their own interests, they all wantonly kill the people, it is really speechless.

Yang Huo is not a savior, although he has some sympathy for the people of the Supreme Realm, but it is only sympathy, this magical and strange land, he actually doesn't want to stay for a long time, if it weren't for the Yuanyang Yan Spirit Bead, he would have returned to the human realm at this time.

Uh, anyway, now I don't know whether King Di is alive or dead, let alone find him, why don't you go to the Soul Gathering Valley to see if the ghost king is there, if he is, he will set up the Ziwei Seven Evil Array, and force him to go to the Nine Secluded Land to find the Yan Spirit Bead, anyway, the dead horse is a live horse doctor, what if he finds it?

In his mind, Yang Huo immediately identified the direction and flew towards the Gathering Soul Valley.

About half a day, Yang Huo successfully found the Soul Gathering Valley with the help of the demon finder. The yin qi in the valley is even more blazing, probably, it is because the thousands of ghosts here have improved some of their cultivation.

Yang Huo quietly approached the cave in the valley, and listened carefully, it was quiet inside, but bursts of yin qi came out from the inside, which was more dense than the yin qi outside, obviously, those ghosts were inside at this time.

Yang Huo immediately flew in.

I saw that the black pressure inside, thousands of ghosts were still sucking the lonely soul wild ghosts emerging from the Nine Shadows Pit, however, at this time, the deep pit was no longer as large as the original black gas, but became much thinner, obviously, after such a long time, the Lonely Soul Wild Ghosts in the Nine Shadows Land had almost finished rising.

"Who?"

A loud shout came, and a figure suddenly stood up from the edge of the pit, it was the ghost king.

Yang Huo saw that the cultivation of the ghost king had been improved to the Eight Realms all of a sudden, and I was obedient, it was really a thousand miles a day. Ignore it, give it a little bit of power quietly, and then raise his hand and scatter fourteen array flags.

However, the ghost king had already found out that it was Yang Huo, he was stunned at first, and then reacted quickly, and when he saw him raise his hand to set up the formation, he actually stretched out his hand and sucked a few of the small flags under Yang Huo's hand.

Yang Huo was stunned, and the ghost king sneered, wanting to take the opportunity to win back a game and ruthlessly kill Yang Huo here.

However, Yang Huo had already reacted immediately, and the essence of light appeared, and there was already an extra sword in his hand, and then the essence light was mixed with the five-colored light flashed, and a beautiful but extremely powerful sword light slashed away at the ghost king.

Even if he will behead the Ghost King to death, it is better than being killed by the Ghost King first, it's a big deal, Yan Lingzhu doesn't want it himself. Yang Huo plans to do so.

The ghost king is also a big man, thinking that he controls Yang Huo's array flag, Yang Huo has nothing to do, he can torture and kill him at will, but Yang Huo still has a powerful killing weapon.

The ghost king was cut in half by the sword light at once, and the small flag in his hand also let go and fell.

A black and red blood spurted from his diagonally broken waist, and he let out a whoop of exclamation.