In the evening, the sunset is setting, and there is a bleak twilight scene.

The old street is deserted and there are few pedestrians.

"I said Yang Xiaochan, do you have any opinions about me?"

On the way back, Chen Yuan couldn't help but ask.

Yang Xiaochan carried a small schoolbag and raised her head innocently: "No." ”

Chen Yuan said angrily: "Then you are still talking nonsense everywhere with this mouth, insulting my innocence?"

Yang Xiaochan thought for a while, and said very seriously: "I like it, uncle, you are very angry, but you can't do anything about me." ”

"Sick. ”

Chen Yuan glanced at her and ignored her no more.

Then, the two turned into a dark alley where no one was around, ready to take a shortcut, but as soon as they stepped in, they felt a bad breath.

Murderous.

Flowing wantonly, the surging murderous aura lurking in the shadows!

"Someone was following us. ”

Chen Yuan frowned, and the instinct of an adult made him guard against Yang Xiaochan with a vigilant face.

"Uncle, go quickly, they are coming for me. ”

Yang Xiaochan's face was tense, and her complexion became serious.

Immediately, she quickly took out a cloth bag engraved with runes from her schoolbag, threw it into the air, the light accumulated, and a long emerald sword glittering with purple holy rays pierced out of the halo and landed steadily in her hand.

"Shushan's "Demon Suppression Sword" is here, and the criminals who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors have not come out to die?"

Yang Xiaochan held the long sword obliquely, her expression was awe-inspiring, just like the momentum of the battle with the Jindan monk Sima Chaofeng that day.

Except for the sound of hunting, there was no response in the empty alley.

Chen Yuan's secret soul sense, in an instant, captured the location of this group of uninvited guests.

On the beam of the upper left, there is a sword-wielding monk at the peak of Qi training.

At the end of the alley, there are two men in ambush who are in the early stage of qi training, but have an extremely strong physique, who should be a practitioner who has entered the Tao with martial arts.

At the end of the alley, in an abandoned and dangerous building, two monks armed with unknown weapons lurked.

And just above -

"Be careful!"

Chen Yuan's face changed drastically, and he used the power contained in his body, and directly struck the "Hundred Ghosts Devouring the Sky" of the Thirty-seventh Demon Clan, and smashed it towards the black shadow above his head!

This style, which combines the essence of the first thirty-six styles, is a martial art that must be learned by the high-level ghosts of the underworld, and in terms of explosiveness alone, it is not inferior to the legendary last Hades Emperor Breaking Fist!

Call!

The soul fire in the sky surged out from the edge of his fist, and the surrounding area was suddenly full of ghosts, and the evil qi rolled, as if it could swallow the heavens and the earth!

Clang!

A young man in a purple robe appeared in the sky above, this person was at least above the cultivation of Condensation, a majestic blue sword swept out, stabbing the ghost shadow away, but it was still burned by the remaining soul fire, and the slightest trace of blood sprayed into the air.

"Wow little sister, I found a good helper, hum, I'm still a ghost cultivator!"

The man gritted his teeth and covered the wound, and made a look, and the black shadows lurking around him all appeared in their original form in an instant.

One, two, three......

It was exactly as Chen Yuan expected, there were seven Qi Cultivation Cultivators and one Condensing Truth Realm Cultivator!

Yang Xiaochan's expression was indifferent, and she raised her sword and pointed at the Condensing Truth Realm monk who was injured by Chen Yuan:

"Du Ziteng, you deceived the master and destroyed the ancestors, and you are not worthy of being my senior brother! Since you came to the door today, I will clean the door for the master!"

"You calm down first, he has entered the early stage of condensation, and we may not be able to beat him. ”

Chen Yuan glared at Yang Xiaochan while thinking about countermeasures.

Once a monk breaks through the barrier of the Qi training period and steps into the Soul Realm, it will be like a carp jumping over the dragon gate, not only the physical strength has completely risen to another level, but the internal breath in the body has also begun to transform into high-density "True Yuan" mana.

Therefore, the strength of this Du Ziteng is by no means general, plus a few other Qi cultivation cultivators, this victory is extremely small!

And in good conscience, the reason why he was able to hurt this Du Ziteng with his trick just now was that the latter was too light on the enemy and caught him off guard.

It seems that there is only one trick to use......

He thought.

"Don't worry, when he was in Shushan, he didn't beat me. ”

Yang Xiaochan looked at the enemy with disdain.

At this time, I only heard that Du Ziteng sneered and said: "Little junior sister, what a big breath! Now that I have been trained by the master, I have stepped into the realm of condensing truth, a set of Shushan True Martial Thunder Method, I don't know how powerful it is!"

"Hurry up and arrest it, follow me to see the master, with your qualifications, if you repent in time, abandon the darkness and turn to the light, the old man in charge may not only open the net, but also pass on the second half of your Shushan "Xuanxin Rectification". ”

Du Ziteng's expression was cold, he raised his long sword high, and issued an ultimatum.

"Yang Xiaochan, teach me here, you get out quickly, you remember, I don't owe you anymore. ”

Chen Yuan clenched his hands into fists and said with a grim expression.

"Whatever you do, you owe me or owe me. ”

Yang Xiaochan pouted, her body was like a long dragon, and she stabbed Du Ziteng with a sword!

Du Ziteng sneered, pinched the magic trick in his hand, his body turned nine times, dodged this sword, and a blazing heavenly thunder burst out from his palm!

Yang Xiaochan's steps are agile, and her swordsmanship is like a rainbow, as if she is born with spirituality, perfectly resolving this lightning strike and approaching Du Ziteng's side!

Du Ziteng pulled out the sword from the sheath, connected with Yang Xiaochan's double swords, and fought together, for a while, the sword momentum was like rain, and the sword light was like electricity, stirring the alley into rubble, and the murderous spirit was rampant and horizontal!

Chen Yuan could see that he was also a disciple of Shushan, and Yang Xiaochan's swordsmanship attainments were obviously stronger than Du Ziteng's, almost fatal, leaving no way back.

Then Du Ziteng cultivated to be strong after all, and with the powerful true yuan condensed on the sword, he could barely remain undefeated by retreating.

This is like the Huashan Sword Sect and the Qi Sect in martial arts novels.

"Your Excellency, you'd better not interfere with our Shushan affairs, since you are a monk, you should know what the end of opposing Shushan is!"

At this time, a young man with a Taoist priest's hair bun shouted at Chen Yuan, and after finishing his words, he took the remaining few companions and joined the battlefield fiercely, drawing his sword and stabbing at Yang Xiaochan!

Yang Xiaochan was attacked by the enemy on her abdomen and back, the offensive gradually slowed down, and her pace began to be unstable, and in a mistake, she was stabbed in the wrist by Du Ziteng!

At the same time, the killer who was ambushed at the end of the alley showed his face......

I saw that these people were wearing Taoist robes, but they were holding a modern rifle in their hands, and inside the chamber of the gun, they were loaded with the same spiritual air flow bullets as those soldiers in Area D!

Chen Yuan suddenly realized that from the moment he stepped into this alley, this was already a deliberate killing array!

"Master, I'm sorry, I have to do this......"

Suddenly, Chen Yuan closed his eyes, his heart was horizontal, and he made the final choice.

His dantian turned sharply, transforming all the spiritual energy reserves in his body into a deep yin qi, and in an instant, his hair flew, and the double pass burst out with a dark blue soul fire, and on his face, a hideous grimace mask gradually appeared!

This is the true form of the ghost king in the world!

"Go, my hundred ghosts. ”

He urged the "Hades Monarch" token in the depths of the secluded mansion, like an emperor commanding ten thousand armies, and pointed forward!

Call!!!

With the direction of his fingertips, a black and oppressive ghost shadow appeared in the void, and in the blink of an eye, a huge skeleton ghost general charged towards the Shu Mountain monks!

In just an instant, the tide of battle took a sharp turn, and all of them were crushed!

Every monk, including Du Ziteng, was pressed down by a group of ghost generals, and the swords and soldiers were added, and they didn't dare to move at all!

"Yang Xiaochan, let's clear the two. ”

Chen Yuan gritted his teeth, sweated profusely, and regained his appearance.

Just now, he released all the powerful ghost spirits he had absorbed from Zhang Xiaoling.

Yes, at this time, any cultivation and martial arts are nonsense, only the power of the Hades Monarch from under the Nine Shadows can cross all restrictions, smash the enemies, and kill everything!

"Let's go, everyone, give me a face this time, and the next time this girl's business, I don't care about it. ”

Chen Yuan looked at the Shushan disciple who was subdued by the ghost general, and said with a solemn face.

With just one thought, he could make these monks, along with this group of ghost generals, fall into the Yellow Spring forever.

Du Ziteng and the others were already so frightened that their faces were bloodless, and a ghost cultivator who didn't look amazing could spur the power of ghosts to such an extent!

I'm afraid this guy already has the strength of an innate ghost immortal!

"Interesting. ”

A leisurely voice came from somewhere.

Laugh at.

A green light swept by.

The ghost generals in the void were actually slashed by a single sword, and they let out a terrible wail, dissipating like dust!

"Who?"

Chen Yuan's expression was shocked, and then he saw an elegant man wearing a red Taoist robe, wearing a feather crown, black hair and black beard, like an ancient scribe, walking out of the void with a smile.

"In Xiashu Mountain, the leader of the Southern Dao League, Murong Qingyun. ”