(Slightly modified at the end of the previous chapter)

In the City God Temple, the killing machine soared into the sky.

Countless pairs of surprised or frightened eyes all looked at the figure at the entrance of the lobby, and their faces were shocked, and the scene just now brought them a deep shock.

That tall man was originally a green wolf spirit who had attained enlightenment in a mountain near Hangzhou, and he had cultivated to the foundation building realm, so that he could call himself the "Heavenly King", and he could be called the strongest among all the people present, and he was actually cut off by a single blow to a palm, which was incredible!

Qiao Chen'an's face was calm, and there was a faint jade-like luster on the palm of his hand, and the ghosts only saw that there was a small sword less than an arm's length in his palm, but it was very inconspicuous in the dark, so it was not noticed before.

The sword was not long, and it was still mutilated, missing the tip of the sword, and the blade was rusty, as if it had just been dug out of the ground.

Although its appearance is broken, after seeing the sharpness of its palm that slashes down the palm of the Blue Wolf King with one blow, who dares to underestimate it?!

When the ghosts were shocked, a dazzling sun suddenly lit up in the lobby!

To be precise, Qiao Chen'an "burned", the whole person was shrouded in a dazzling golden light, his face was cold, and even his hair was dyed with a layer of pale gold, and an extremely strong Taoist righteousness swept towards everyone in the hall with his body as the center!

"It's ......"

Seeing this, a ghost's eyes widened suddenly, but before he could finish speaking, he was drowned in golden light, and was burned into nothingness in an instant!

"Ahh

"How could it be ......?"

A series of screams sounded in the hall, just to hear it was creepy, as if the evil ghost who had sunk into hell for ten thousand years, suffered a terrible howl of a thousand knives, containing great despair, although Yaoqin hid behind Qiao Chen'an, her delicate body still trembled.

After a few moments, the light was gone, and hundreds of demons in the hall had lost their lives and their souls were scattered.

Most of the remaining ghosts cultivated extraordinary, otherwise they would have lost their lives a long time ago, and they all looked at Qiao Chen'an's figure and said in horror: "Daomen righteousness!"

"This kid is a member of the Daomen!"

"Don't let him go today, otherwise there will be endless trouble!"

There were bursts of exclamations in the hall, and a pair of scarlet eyes all fell on Qiao Chen'an's body, as if he was eager to eat his flesh and blood raw.

As ghosts, the thing they fear the most is naturally the sun, and the large amount of sun power contained in the sunlight can fatally damage them. And the second is Taoist righteousness, which is the nemesis of these evil demons and demons.

There were also big ghosts who looked at Meng Dewei who was on the main throne, and asked loudly: "Chenghuang Jun, what do you mean by inviting people from the Dao Sect to the meeting, do you want to use his hand to wipe out all of us?"

"Huh, where's the Chenghuang!?"

But soon he was surprised to find that Meng Dewei's figure had long disappeared, and there was no one above the main seat, leaving only a dark shadow as deep as the sea, but at this time, everyone's attention was all on Qiao Chen'an, and they thought that Meng Dewei had slipped away when he saw that the situation was not good, and they all cursed angrily.

Qiao Chen'an's expression moved slightly, and he had a faint feeling in his heart.

The Blue Wolf King covered his severed palm and roared, "I'm going to skin you!"

He didn't expect that he was careless and fell in love with the other party's way, felt the hot pain in his wrist, turned his head to look around at the rest of the people in the room, and shouted: "What are you doing in a daze! Hurry up and kill this guy with me!"

The group of ghosts corresponded, the yin qi in the hall was permeated, surging into the court, and there were dozens of green-faced and fanged evil ghosts rushing towards Qiao Chen'an, one by one, the ugly faces were magnified in front of his eyes, Qiao Chen'an was not afraid, and the broken small sword in his hand suddenly bloomed with thousands of golden streamers, emitting a clanging sword roar, rushing to kill!

He performed the "Shushan Imperial Sword Technique" that he had practiced for a long time, and the small sword dragged a golden light tail, like a real dragon soaring into the air, crossing a tragic trajectory in mid-air, and with a series of soft sounds, more than a dozen ghost heads rolled down.

Under his control, the little sword suddenly turned in mid-air, changing into another direction, the sword qi was overpowered, and the sharp edge was incomparable, and no one could stop it wherever it passed, and only a series of screams could be heard.

And those who were pierced by the small sword, or cut off their arms and survived, a layer of golden flames ignited from the wounds, burning like maggots on tarsal bones, bursts of yin qi kept overflowing from the wounds, and all of them let out terrible screams.

He stood in place and didn't move, just let the little sword run vertically and horizontally, and killed no less than a hundred evil ghosts in an instant, and he also felt a little emotion in his heart, this is the terrible thing of a sword cultivator!

With his current strength, he can only control the flying sword within a hundred steps, and if he exceeds this distance, his power and accuracy will be greatly reduced. However, he was not discouraged, but had some expectations in his heart, when would he reach the point where he could reach the point where he could take someone's head a hundred miles away?!

I believe that day will not be too long, because he has been working hard to move forward, and the road has always been under his feet.

Far from frightening the rest of the group, the death of the same kind aroused the ferocity in their hearts, and angry roars came out of their mouths, and they rushed towards him one after another, like a tidal tide, and at a glance, all the eyes were full of hideous arms and blood-red eyes.

Qiao Chenan almost danced the flying sword into a flash of lightning, ruthlessly harvesting waves of life, but the number of ghosts attending the banquet this time was extremely large, and they couldn't be killed for a while, and the space around him became smaller and smaller.

But not only did he have half a point of fear, but even his face showed a wild coldness, a pair of heavy pupils bloomed with blazing light, and the movements of the ghosts suddenly slowed down a lot in front of his eyes, like a baby toddler.

Suddenly, I felt a gust of demon wind coming, and the only remaining palm of the green wolf king held a mace, and the demon power was surging, smashing down on his head, looking at its might, if this stick was really hit, he would be scattered!

The corners of Qiao Chen'an's mouth showed a hint of a smile, he was not flustered, and five or six talismans appeared in his hand at some point, which were raised high by him, one of them fell on Yaoqin behind him, and the rest formed a circle above his head, detonating in an instant!

The room suddenly lit up with an incandescent light, as if it had come to the hot summer day in an instant, the sun seemed to be close at hand, and the screams that were even more miserable and chaotic than before sounded, and countless ghosts turned into ashes under this light.

This is a few "Yang Charm Talismans" he made when he practiced, but he didn't expect it to come in handy tonight, this "Yang Charm Talisman" has no other use, but it can accumulate a lot of sunlight power, and when it is detonated, it will be released in an instant.

In normal times, it can only be used as a flashbang for lighting, but in this ghost cave, the power of the sun released by five or six sun-attracting talismans at the same time turned into a great killing weapon, which is enough to incinerate countless yin ghosts.

The Blue Wolf King had already narrowed his eyes the moment the light bloomed, with endless killing intent on his face, the movements in his hands had not slowed down at all, and a mace was still wrapped in thunder and smashed towards Qiao Chen'an, and it was less than a foot long from his head in an instant, and a cruel look flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen the scene of Qiao Chen'an's beheading.

Ding, a soft sound!

A golden streamer flashed away, as if it appeared out of nothingness, just blocking the falling power of the mace, and in an instant, it turned into countless golden sword shadows, stabbing back at the Blue Wolf King!