"Sparing your life today can be regarded as repaying your kindness, and I will be merciless next time!"

The sentence dropped from mid-air made Elder Wuwei shudder a little, he had no doubt about the authenticity of this statement, just now, Song Qingshan's cultivation was by no means an ordinary person, and he could even be called a first-class master.

Tang Haoyun, who was lucky enough to win, picked up Elder Wuwei and sighed, "I can't imagine that I have been in retreat for many years, and so many masters have appeared! Although this person has betrayed my Shu Mountain, if it weren't for the elders to distract him, if he continues to fight, it will be difficult to know the outcome of the battle!"

"It seems that I have to go down the mountain to see the world!

Facing Tang Haoyun's torch-like eyes, Di Qianjun couldn't help but smile and said, "I have this intention, don't ask about the future, it's also a beautiful thing to be able to fight side by side with Senior Brother Tang!"

Jiang Wuhan said, "Senior Brother Tang is a person who is the top cultivator in the same sect, if he leaves, I am afraid that the Powerful Ghost Hall will take advantage of the weakness to enter!"

"I have been in retreat for many years for today, if I cringe, I am afraid that my Dao heart will be blocked!

After Tang Haoyun finished speaking, he smiled and flew away from Shushan with Di Qianjun.

And the five elders, just in case, have already secretly opened the Fuxi Bagua Array, and the candidates for the defense have already been arranged. If the enemy comes, they can always be ready to meet the enemy.

At this time, a loud noise came from the valley, and it was the location of the Qingyang Cave Mansion, that is, the Cave Mansion where the head of Ci Jian cultivated.

Seeing this, everyone secretly shouted that it was not good, Jiang Wuhan took the lead, and immediately flew to go, followed by several elders.

Between the valleys, the two stood proudly, one was of course the head of Ci Jian, and the other was Xiang Wentian, the old hall master of the Powerful Ghost Hall.

It seems that Song Qingshan came here before to be suspicious, but the real target of the Powerful Ghost Hall is the head of Ci Jian.

Xiang Wentian said, "If you can still take my fatal blow when you lose all your skills, you are worthy of being the head of Shushan!"

The head of Ci Jian smiled indifferently, "Xiang Hall Master came to take the life of the poor Dao today, although the poor Dao is not talented, but it will not sit still!"

"Ghost Hall is going to be rampant, and I, Ziyang, want to come and meet you for a while!"

However, before Elder Ziyang could get closer, Ci Jian's head swept the dust away, and an invisible force shook him back again and again.

Ci Jian said, "Today is the period of the Great Limit of the Poor Dao, Senior Brother Ziyang, as an elder of Shushan, must not be rash! Although I am dead today, but in this battle, I hope that my Shushan disciples will watch the battle quietly and comprehend the Great Dao." ”

Xiang Wentian said, "The head of Shushan is worthy of being a masterpiece of a generation, and he can be so indifferent when he is dying! If it weren't for the hostility between you and me, the old man really didn't want to take advantage of others' danger!"

Ci Jian said, "My death today is in accordance with the way of heaven, I have no grudges with others, and I can do my best to the old hall master!"

As he spoke, the mountain wind howled, and a cloud of black gas had already gathered in Xiang Wentian's palm.

The black qi rose in the wind, and when it rose to more than a few feet, it was a huge skeleton, which opened its teeth and claws in the air, and kept shouting.

The shouts were deafening, and the monstrous resentment that whimpered in the valley like a flood bursting its banks, it was the cry of the resentful spirits.

In the midst of the bloody wind, the huge skeleton smashed forward like a meteorite with the power of thunder.

Ci Jian's head is not much, but he just pinched the trick, but a golden light pointed straight ahead like a long rainbow through the sun.

In an instant, only a loud noise was heard, and the light was shining, and the whole valley was illuminated as if it were day. The waves that swayed from mid-air turned the grass and trees in the mountains into nothingness in the blink of an eye, and some Shushan disciples who were not good at cultivation were shocked by more than dozens of feet.

At this time, the head of Cijian was standing with his hands in his hands, although the skeleton was close at hand, he could not get close to it after a rampage, as if it was blocked by an invisible force.

"Carving insect skills!"

Xiang Wentian snorted coldly but received the change, but at the moment he sacrificed a magic weapon, which was a red order flag with a skeleton pattern.

"Nether Order Banner!"

Seeing this magic weapon, Elder Ziyang's expression changed greatly, although he wanted to go to help the head of Cijian three times and twice, but the formation had already been cast around this cave mansion, and he couldn't get close.

This Netherworld Order Banner Genji Ghost Realm Netherworld Netherworld Envoy used to command the Yin soldiers, after the war of gods and demons, this thing does not know its whereabouts, but now it has reappeared in the world, how can it not be shocking. In addition to commanding the Yin soldiers, this thing also absorbs the Yin Qi of the Quartet for its use, and can even promote the cultivation of the caster. Now that this treasure has been asked to the sky, it is simply like a tiger with wings.

Under the command flag, countless ghosts broke out of the valley, and soon surrounded the head of Cijian.

Countless shouts rushed through the valley like thousands of troops, and the sound was huge.

Jiang Wuhan thought about the safety of the head of Ci Jian, and tried his best to break through the barrier in front of him, but before he got close, he only heard an order, but the whole person was shocked and retreated.

The flag whistled in the wind, but the ghosts poured over like a tide, and the shouts came one after another.

The head of Ci Jian suddenly withdrew the formation, and with a wave of dust, a one-man tall cicada chrysalis blocked those ghosts.

Jiang Wuhan recognized at a glance that it was Lu Chengfeng who was wrapped in fallen leaves, but he was shocked in his heart, but he flew forward, but it was always difficult to get close.

The cicada chrysalis kept spinning in the air, getting faster and faster, and the ghosts around it were like mud cows entering the sea.

Xiang Tianwen only felt that his strength was rapidly depleting, and the cicada chrysalis was constantly absorbing his yin qi, as if it was intensifying.

After a while, the yin qi around them disappeared, and all the ghosts and creatures died down in a very short period of time, and the Netherworld Order Banner no longer dared to approach for half a minute, as if it had met a natural enemy.

"Listen to me. Yin soldiers borrow the way, invincible ......"

After a spell, tens of thousands of Yin soldiers gathered again.

In an instant, the war horses neighed, the drums shook the sky, and the neat Yin soldiers rushed forward with shouts after giving an order.

Xiang Wentian took the lead, holding the Netherworld Order Banner and slashing at the head of Cijian at a speed like a flash.

Ci Jian's head took a step back, and at that moment he used his finger as a knife to cut his wrist.

The blood gushed out in an instant, turning into golden words.

"The breeze is silent, the waves are not alarming. Zen silence is settled, and the poisonous dragon hides. I am righteous and awe-inspiring, and the ghosts are terrified. I am ambitious, and the water is ......"

The head of Cijian was chanting the scriptures, and the ghosts around him were constantly wailing, and all the disciples of Shushan seemed to have enlightenment and chanted the scriptures in unison.

The sound of chanting echoed through the valley, and all the ghosts struggled in a golden light.

However, Xiang Wentian arrived in the blink of an eye, and the head of Cijian was hit by the Ling Qi and retreated, and suddenly a mouthful of blood gushed out.

The chanting stopped abruptly, and the head of Ci Jian sat cross-legged with the only remaining strength, looking indifferent.

"Boss ......"

Although the disciples were shocked when they saw this, they were helpless.

Xiang Wentian accepted the order flag, walked over slowly, and said in a cold voice, "Let the old man send you the last layer!"

"The life and death of the poor Dao is within the Dao, and you can advocate it at will if you don't ask the old hall master!"

"In that case, the old man is willing to give it a try!"

As he spoke, Xiang Wentian did not hesitate to slash his palm.

(End of chapter)