When he saw Jian Zhu chasing ghosts, Ning Zhe didn't think much about it and followed, but secretly scolded Jian Zhu for being stupid in his heart: Even if you have a grudge against him again, but the other party is already a master of the sacrificial realm now, why is he carried away by hatred?

In fact, this is not to blame Jian Zhu, what Ning Zhe doesn't know is that she and Ghost Wuya have known each other for a hundred years, and their cultivation has always been almost the same, and there is a love-hate entanglement between them, which is why a smart woman like Jian Zhu loses her mind whenever she sees Ghost Wuyan.

However, Ning Zhe was too far away at that time, and when he caught up, Jian Zhu and the others had already disappeared from sight, so despite his best efforts, he finally lost it.

Looking at the bamboo forest in front of him, Ning Zhe sighed secretly, originally with his thoughts, although he had not known Jian Zhu for a long time, but after all, he belonged to an alliance, and he still had to help if he could. But since he was lost, it was not easy to find it, so he planned to return to the battlefield of Yuncheng Mountain.

Just as he turned around and was about to leave, a golden light rose into the sky in the bamboo forest in the distance, and next to the golden mang, a trace of black mist was wrapping around it, which looked extremely strange.

Ning Zhe frowned, looking at the movement in the bamboo forest, the people who fought were at least masters of the Sacrificial Realm, with his cultivation, I am afraid that he could only help in the past. However, as soon as his mind turned, he seemed to think of something, and hurriedly gathered his breath and walked towards the bamboo forest on foot.

Although the distance between him and the bamboo forest is not far, it is definitely not close, and he is walking on foot, and it took a lot of time to come to the edge of the bamboo forest.

During this period, the battle between the golden mang and the black mist gradually became white-hot, and the golden mangs gradually dimmed, but the black mist became more and more prosperous, and it seemed that this could not last long.

When Ning Zhe saw this scene, he couldn't help but speed up, and when he came to the middle of the bamboo forest, two rays of light suddenly burst out in his eyes, and he secretly said that this was indeed the case. I saw that in the bamboo forest, a Zen master in yellow was fighting with a man in black.

The rosary in Zen Master Lotus Heart's hand kept spinning above his head, and countless golden points of light fell from the rosary, forming a faint golden light shield around his body. In his hand he held a golden Zen staff about a foot long, from which the sky-high golden rays emanated.

The black-clothed man on the opposite side was wearing a mask carved with a skull, and an ordinary long sword in his hand was actually forced out by him with his spiritual power, and a trace of black mist was constantly emitted from it, constantly rotating around the Lotus Heart Zen Master, wanting to wait for an opportunity to break through his golden shield.

The cultivation of this black-clothed man is obviously higher than that of Zen Master Lianxin, so although Zen Master Lianxin tried his best, the golden rays on his body still dissipated little by little, and his face gradually turned pale, and it seemed that he was about to be unable to hold on.

Ning Zhe's complexion changed a few times, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, if he hadn't met it, or hadn't seen it, then he would have left. However, now that he is next to him, Zen Master Lianxin has given him a good impression, and he will never be able to do anything that he will not save when he sees death, although he may not be able to save it.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Ning Zhe's hands moved, and the Lei Ze sword soared into the sky, and suddenly a thunderclap sounded in the sky above the bamboo forest, and a purple lightning fell from the sky and slashed towards the man in black.

The man in black felt that the aura of the Lotus Heart Zen Master was getting weaker and weaker, and the smile in his eyes was getting thicker, and he was about to kill him with more strength, but he suddenly heard a muffled sound, and saw a purple light flying towards him in mid-air. In a panic, he suddenly retreated, his body retreated more than ten feet, stopped in the air and shouted: "What person, get out of here!"

Rumble!

After he finished saying this, the purple light fell to the ground, making a violent sound, which showed that the speed of the man in black had reached the point of shock.

Lei Ze's sword was stuck in the ground, Ning Zhe stepped into the middle of the field, and with a move towards Lei Ze's sword, the purple long sword flew up and stopped on his chest.

Looking at the man in black opposite, a look of horror flashed on his face, and he said loudly: "This ...... This old man, I'm really sorry, I was practicing my sword just now, and I accidentally took off my ...... Get rid of it. Don't be surprised!"

Seeing that Ning Zhe was only a cultivator of the ninth turn of the Guyuan Realm, the face of the man in black relaxed slightly, and he snorted coldly: "Since you entered here by mistake, the deity doesn't care about you, you leave quickly now." ”

Hearing his words, Ning Zhe was stunned at first, and then suddenly suddenly. Although the man in black was dissatisfied with himself, in the face of an opponent like Zen Master Lianxin, he didn't want to cause trouble and change again, so he let him go.

Thinking of this, he made a meditating gesture with his outstretched hand behind his back, with a look of adoration on his face, and said with a smile: "This ...... This old man, I see that you have an extraordinary bearing and profound cultivation, I don't know if you are willing to accept me as a junior brother, I can practice with you. ”

The Zen Master Lianxin next to him naturally saw Ning Zhe's movements, and he was also amused in his heart, he naturally knew the famous thorns in this team. However, after Ning Zhe's battle with Ghost Wuya the day before yesterday, the clothes of the disciples of the Xuanling Sect were already shabby, so they changed into their own clothes. The man in black didn't expect him to be a disciple of the Xuanling Sect for a while.

Taking advantage of Ning Zhe's words, Zen Master Lianxin hurriedly took out an elixir, stuffed it into his mouth, and quickly recovered his spiritual power.

After listening to Ning Zhe's words, the man in black couldn't help but be angry in his heart, with his seniority, it was more than enough to be Ning Zhe's grandfather, but now Ning Zhe was a brother. Do you want to be your own junior brother?

He slammed the long sword in his hand and shouted, "Hurry up and get out of the deity, otherwise I will kill you together." ”

Ning Zhe's face was shocked, and he was about to speak, but he saw Zen Master Lianxin snorting, and a mouthful of blood spit out in the open space in front of him. His face suddenly turned pale, and his standing figure was shaky.

Ning Zhe blurted out: "Lotus ......"

As soon as this word came out, he secretly said badly. Sure enough, when the man in black heard his words, he immediately laughed wildly: "Okay, good you stinky boy, I didn't expect the younger generations of the six major sects and the juniors like you to be unsurprised and have outstanding minds, but it's too late, Lianxin, the old bald donkey, has already been hit by the blood of my demon sect." Just now, he didn't exercise his luck to regulate pranayama, but now the poison has invaded the meridians of his whole body, and even the gods can't save him, haha......"

Hearing his words, Ning Zhe's heart secretly screamed badly, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Zen Master Lianxin sit down, a trace of guilt flashed on his face: "Zen Master Lianxin, Ning Zhe of the Xuanling Sect in the younger generation, this is ...... This ......"

Zen Master Lianxin's face was full of tranquility, he looked at the black-clothed man opposite, then looked at Ning Zhe, and said with a smile: "It's okay, Lao Wei has lived for more than 400 years, and he has already lived enough, and it has nothing to do with you that there should be such a catastrophe today." But Ning Zhe, you're a good kid, you're ...... good."

Ning Zhe was just about to speak, but the man in black snorted coldly and said: "Okay, old bald donkey, what kind of Buddhist monk are you pretending to be when you die, do you think I don't know your ......?"

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, and then his voice suddenly became poignant: "Don't say much, let me send you on your way!"

I saw that the long sword in the hand of the man in black shook, and a black light rose into the sky and slashed towards Ning Zhe and the others.

Seeing this scene, Zen Master Lianxin slowly closed his eyes, and the string of Buddhist beads hovering above his head was also withdrawn from his hand, as if he was going to sit still.

Ning Zhe looked at the Lotus Heart Zen Master on the ground, kicked his feet, and the Lei Ze Sword in his hand shone brightly, and rushed towards the black mang.

The black and purple lights intersected, and there was no crashing sound. Ning Zhe's heart froze, only to find that the other party had condensed the spiritual power in the air into a materialized sword, and his Lei Ze sword had already been cut into the air at the moment of collision.

At this thought, his figure suddenly retreated, but at this moment, the opponent's sword qi was already approaching, and with a snort, a wound a foot long was swept out of his chest, and blood immediately oozed out.

The man in black snorted coldly, and the long sword in his hand flew suddenly into the air, and the aura above the bamboo forest was suddenly drained by him, and the sword also skyrocketed dozens of feet, falling towards Ning Zhe again.

This time, Ning Zhe couldn't care about anything anymore, his hands made a few movements quickly, countless golden points of light flew out of his hands, and then he bit the tip of his tongue, a mouthful of blood sprayed on these golden points of light, and muttered in his mouth: "The stars fall in the middle of the night!"

As soon as these five words were finished, another mouthful of blood spurted out.

The sky above the bamboo forest suddenly darkened, and the shining stars appeared above the sky, and under the urging of Ning Zhe's essence blood, these stars collided together as soon as they appeared, falling from the sky, and the long sword in the air fell.

Rumble!

The golden star slammed into the black light in the air, and then burst open. The powerful aura swept directly over Ning Zhe's body, smashed him out, spurted out a mouthful of blood in the air, and fell heavily beside Zen Master Lianxin.

But the black long sword in the air was also directly smashed into several pieces by this golden point of light, and as Ning Zhe fell, it also fell to the ground, making a clanging sound.

The black-clothed figure on the opposite side retreated more than ten feet, his face was shocked and angry, in order not to reveal his identity, although he only took an ordinary long sword, but with the blessing of his spiritual power, it was no different from an ordinary talisman seal, but he didn't expect to be shattered by a disciple of the Nine Revolutions of the Guyuan Realm, this ...... How is this possible?

Ning Zhe, who was on the ground, looked at the Lotus Heart Zen Master next to him, and said violently: "Lotus ...... Lotus Heart...... Zen Master, right...... I'm sorry, I ...... I did my best. ”

Zen Master Lianxin's eyes had already opened at this moment, and he could see the battle just now clearly, at this time, he looked at Ning Zhe's eyes without a trace of waves, and just chuckled and said, "It's okay!"

And the man in black on the opposite side snorted coldly: "Okay, good, it's really not easy for you to have such skills, but it's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity......"

Before he finished speaking, he already exclaimed, "This, how can this be ......?"

I saw that the Lotus Heart Zen Master, who was originally sitting on the ground, had already stood up, and said with a solemn face: "White Candle, it's really you!"