Thousands of ghosts surged out of the sinkhole and flocked to Guixian Island in all directions, they smelled the fresh breath of the living, and their eyes glowed with a strange blood red in the dark night, steaming with bloodthirsty and greedy light.

Facing hundreds or thousands of pairs of such eyes, he was quite panicked, but the eight cultivators were all five or six realm immortal cultivators, so they naturally faced the difficulties and had no reason to retreat.

Yan Lang's long sleeves were fluttering, and the cuffs rushed out of the two sleeves of the breeze, the breeze was blue and bright, and the rotation was as long as a dragon, and the ghosts were thrown away and crushed everywhere, and they didn't even have time to scream, and the killing power was terrifying!

Zuo Haoxuan's back suspended flying sword soared into the sky, the sword qi soared, the sword momentum was sharp and powerful, it was the Sword Sect's "Wujian Sword Technique", indestructible!

Yue Yunkun's two red spears in his hands were full of flames, rushing into the group of ghosts and stabbing straight across the vertical split, stabbing and stabbing a string, sweeping and sweeping a piece, splitting and smashing, killing decisively, hearing the roar and screaming of the ghosts, seeing the evil spirits opening their teeth and dancing claws, they were indifferent, and they seemed to be used to this kind of thing.

Long Feixue stood in place, with his back to the sea, the trident stabbed in a row, and the blue water columns came out one by one, rushing towards the hordes of fierce ghosts like dragons, and the fierce ghosts were rushed to the back, but the damage value was not large, and they could still get up and continue to sprint. Her faint eyebrows wrinkled slightly, it was still a trident stab, from left to right, but this time what came out of the halberd was a cold and piercing ice cube, glowing with a deep blue light, piercing the body of the ghosts one by one and freezing the soul at the same time, "pop pop" A series of shattering sounds, the ghost ice seemed to be broken into pieces and scattered on the island.

The two mature female guards didn't have such a means, and after seeing that the blue water column was of little use, they simply turned into three-zhang tall octopuses, and the eight tentacles flew over, whipping the ghosts in half, and they could no longer stand up.

Lan Liang is now the Five Realms Sword Sect, and the sword is naturally different from the Four Realms Great Sword Master, the speed is faster, the sword aura is stronger, and there is more sword momentum, the dragon slaying sword rotates from behind to the front of the body, straight ahead, the sword light is uncertain, and with the thumb of the right hand flexing the finger of the sword, the true yuan flicks into the sword at an extremely high speed. Taichong swordsmanship, the dragon slaying sword was as fast as lightning, and it disappeared in a flash, killing dozens of powerful ghosts in an instant!

Wei Ping directly broke into the group of powerful ghosts, as the Five Realms Martial Sect, the true qi was released, and the vitality of heaven and earth was attracted into it in one move, the power was greater, the weather was more spectacular, and a simple single punch could play the momentum of the previous sky-breaking style, the purple electricity was surging, and the ghosts cried wolf howls as soon as they were touched, and the electricity disappeared.

Thunder and lightning can be a natural nemesis of powerful ghosts!

For a while, the ghosts with a little wisdom all avoided walking, only the stupid and stupid ghosts rushed straight up, without a punch, and even sometimes with a light poke with their fingers, they were destroyed, it was easy, and there was no challenge at all.

Wei Ping went all the way forward, the closer he got to the sinkhole, the stronger the strength of the ghost, and when he arrived at the back, he had already seen the ghost master of the Three Realms wearing armor and helmet, and when the five fingers were waved into claws, five sharp black qi came to his face.

Just a punch.

The fist of purple lightning shattered the sharp black qi, pierced through the tattered armor, and entered the body that was as fragile as an eggshell, and the soul screamed, penetrating the eardrum, making Wei Ping frown and take a step back, and draw his fist from the shell, billowing black smoke rose from the gap, and the white shell quickly became transparent until it disappeared.

Ghosts are too deep obsession after death, and they can also be cultivated in the ghost world, and the cultivation exercises are similar to those of the people, divided into ten levels, ghost disciples, ghost warriors, ghost masters, big ghost masters, ghost sects, ghost honors, ghost kings, ghost saints, ghost gods, ghost immortals, and ghost immortals can also ascend to the fairy world!

In this way, as long as the soul is immortal, death is not the end.

When the ghost cultivates to the ghost master, he can use the heaven and earth vitality to condense a pair of legs, and when he cultivates to the point that the ghost master can use the heaven and earth vitality to condense a layer of shell, which is equivalent to human skin, but it does not have the soft elasticity of the skin, it is hard and hard, and it is as brittle as an egg shell.

A pale-faced ghost master appeared in front of him again, and the same punch shattered the shell, this time Wei Ping learned wisely, and retreated with one blow, avoiding the harshness of the soul scream.

Gradually approaching the edge of the sinkhole, the other ghosts were rushing, only two ghosts stood in place, one of them stood with a knife, wearing black armor and red robes, staring at the battlefield without squinting.

Another ghost has waist-length black hair flying, a pale face, dark eyes, scarlet lips, a long red dress swaying with the sea breeze, a pair of peach blossom eyes scattered, casually glanced, swept until Wei Ping's gaze was fixed, full of surprise.

Wei Ping felt that gaze, withdrew his gaze from the Great Ghost Master of the Four Realms who was flying away, his gaze turned to each other, and there was an indescribable emotion spreading in his heart.

It's a familiar ghost!

"Fool, long time no see!" Leng Yiren's peach blossom eyes were full of autumn water, and he seemed to be smiling.

"Uh, long time no see!" Wei Ping was unhappy, and it was strange to be called a fool by a ghost.

"Fool, I haven't seen you for a few years, I'm not so stupid, and I'm a little handsome, but it's quite in line with the old lady's taste!" Leng Yiren's peach blossom eyes were rippling, and he bit his lip slightly when he said this, and he was extremely tempting.

"Hey, my name is Wei Ping, don't always be a fool!"

Wei Ping shouted at her, mixed with a hint of darkness in his unhappiness, after all, it was the first time he was praised by a ghost for being handsome, but he continued, "I have someone I like, you have no hope." ”

"It's okay, the old lady just wants to get your body, not your heart! This ghost island has no privacy, otherwise we can do it first." Leng Yiren waved his hand, not caring at all, and squinted slightly when it came to doing things.

"......" Wei Ping was speechless.

What was even more speechless was the sword-wielding ghost Zong Wei Wei, who saw Wei Ping coming, his fighting spirit was raging, and he was about to draw his knife to kill, but he saw the unfathomable female ghost around him eyebrow-raising with the person who came, looking like an old man, how dare he do it, continue to stare at the battlefield without squinting, pretending not to hear or see.

But look at what this is saying, don't be ashamed! Why can't it be us?

"Fool, I'm going to the Dragon Palace, next time you go to the Ghost Face Sect to find the old lady, and then do a good job!" Leng Yiren sighed, flew up, the scarlet dress fluttered, and flew towards the Dragon Claw Island in the upper right.

“......”

"I almost forgot to say that my mother knows the whereabouts of a person who looks like you, and you will regret it if you don't come!"

"Tell me now?"

"No, no way. ”

"So, what's your name?"

"Leng Yiren. ”

......

After Leng Yi's figure disappeared on Dragon Claw Island, Wei Wei drew his knife and took out his knife, so fast that he could only see a knife shadow, and a waning moon-shaped black flame was split from the blade, cutting through an arc trajectory and slashing towards Wei Ping, who was frowning and contemplating.

When Wei Ping reacted, the knife flame had already arrived in front of him, and he only had time to step on the left with his left foot and the right with his right foot, the ground at the step was cracked, the stones were splashed, and the bones of the whole body collided like thunder, and his fists collided against his chest, and a punch blasted forward.

『Lei Yin Fist - Breaking the Sky』

Five realms, heaven and earth vitality converge!

The thunderbolt came out of his fist, forming a pillar of thunder and rushing straight forward.

But I saw that the sword flame was split into two, arcing from both sides of the thunder pillar, synthesizing a "black swallow" behind the back, and crashing into the back.

『Double Swallow Knife Method』

There's no way to hide!