Zhou Ming came back from the brink of death, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Thank you for the grace of the ghost general not to kill." ”

"It's early!" said the demon general with a smirk, "My demons are full, but for now, only one of the two of you will live." ”

Sure enough! Yang Ran's face sank, and he sneered in his heart. On the contrary to him, Zhou Ming slowly stood up, looking at Yang Ran with a smug smile, he turned his face to the ghost general, "Thank you, Lord Ghost General." After speaking, he turned around again to face Yang Ran, and the demonic qi on his body continued to rise.

"If you live a little longer, will you be so happy?" Seeing the other party's fighting intent on his face, Yang Ran asked lightly, although the two cultivated similarly, the demonic qi that Yang Ran absorbed through the Ninety-Nine Guiyi Gong was more refined, and he was confident that he would never lose to the other party.

Zhou Ming's smile froze slightly, for some reason, every time he saw the stinky boy in front of him with an indifferent expression, he felt his chest blocked, and he couldn't wait to break the other party's corpse into pieces, he desperately suppressed the anger in his heart, "Little bastard, do you really think that if you break through to the early stage of the demon spirit, I won't be able to kill you?"

"You'll find out if you try it. Yang Ran's expression was still the same.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense!" Just when the two were facing each other, the ghost general shouted in a deep voice, and glanced at Zhou Ming intentionally or unintentionally after speaking.

Zhou Ming understood in his heart, laughed darkly, and slowly took out a small silver-white flag from his arms, although the white flag was much lighter, but the shape was very similar to the blood flag of the ghost general, and the black mist was swirling on the flag, drawing all kinds of complex runes.

Magic Weapon!

Yang Ran's face changed greatly, and the magic weapon was divided into nine grades, from high to low, from nine grades to one grade. The blood flag of the ghost general should be a third-grade magic weapon, and although the white flag in Zhou Ming's hand is slightly less powerful, it should also reach the second-grade level. As for why the two were so similar, Yang Ran's heart sank and he looked at the ghost general, but saw that he put away the blood flag at this moment, and waited for the duel between the two with a comfortable expression.

"One day, I'll make your life worse than death!" must be the ghost who will get in the way and take the opportunity to get rid of himself. Yang Ran scolded in his heart, and cautiously looked at Zhou Ming on the other side, the two of them were similar in cultivation, although their demonic qi was far purer than the other party, but the other party had an eight-grade magic weapon, and it seemed that there would be a bitter battle today.

"Now, go to hell. Seeing the surprise on Yang Ran's face, Zhou Ming smirked, and with a wave of the small flag, a cold aura flew like a long sword.

Yang Ran's eyes shrank, and he hurriedly flashed his figure, but saw that the evil qi fell to the boulder on the ground, and after a hissing sound, the boulder instantly turned into a puddle of black water, and a puff of black smoke floated up.

"Hehe!" Zhou Ming sneered twice, holding the small flag in his hand and flashing desperately, dozens of evil qi flew in, such a dense attack, although Yang Ran dodged and blocked left, but he was still embarrassed, let one of the evil qi touch his arm, and the pain like a knife cut invaded his heart in an instant.

"Damn, if you continue like this, you'll die sooner or later!" Yang Ran scolded bitterly looking at the rotten black flesh on his arm, his gaze becoming even more gloomy. If you go on like this, you won't be able to get close to the other party, let alone kill him.

Thinking of this, Yang Ran's heart was ruthless, and he didn't try to escape again, but flew straight towards Zhou Ming, like a moth to a fire.

"Idiot!" Zhou Ming was overjoyed when he saw this scene, and shook the small flag in his hand even harder, Yang Ran dodged left and right, but in the dense evil aura of the other party, there was still a lot of danger, and every time he took a step forward, countless evil qi slid by, which was thrilling.

"Shhh Yang Ran held back the pain, because the small flag was a foot away from him. Zhou Ming laughed cruelly, waved a small flag with his left hand, and then the palm of his right hand was fierce, and he came straight towards Yang Ran's door.

"Die!" Yang Ran carried the opponent's attack with his left palm, and then slashed with his right palm, and went straight towards the small flag.

Zhou Ming was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly, the small flag in his hand was extremely angry, even his master did not dare to touch it, this little bastard was really asking for hardship, this touch, even the palm of his hand would be abolished.

However, just when Zhou Ming was smug and laughing, a change occurred! Just when Yang Ran's palm was facing the small flag, the small white flag was like seeing a terrifying natural enemy, and he couldn't help but tremble and struggle, and almost flew away from his hands.

Zhou Ming was full of horror, but what shocked him even more was that he saw that the black mist on the flag continued to dissipate, and the evil qi on it seemed to be swallowed up in an instant, completely gone.

In just a moment, all the sinister aura on the white flag was lost, and even the flag was drooping, which was completely indistinguishable from ordinary small flags!

The sinister aura of this white flag has been completely absorbed! How is this possible!

"You little bastard, what have you done!" Zhou Ming suddenly took more than ten steps back, and looked at Xiaoqi blankly for a long time before he suddenly raised his head and asked in horror.

And at this time, the ghost general who was watching from the sidelines also changed his face greatly, although this small flag was not as bad as his blood flag, but it was also hard refining for five days before it took shape, absorbing the demonic qi of the hearts of the three demons, how could it be destroyed like this, and even sucked off all the evil qi?

In fact, not to mention Zhou Ming and the ghost general, even Yang Ran himself was extremely surprised.

Yes, just now, he did secretly exert his true qi, but Yang Ran only thought that his true qi could restrain the demonic qi, and planned to play a luck, but he didn't expect that with the true qi of the middle stage of the eightfold spirit of the spirit realm after him, he would absorb the demonic qi in the small flag into his body in an instant!

Could it be that using the Ninety-Nine to One Gong not only became pure in the demonic qi absorbed, but even the true qi also mutated, or rather, the reason for the golden heart in the chest?

Yang Ran had endless doubts in his heart, but he had no time to care about these at the moment, because the fierce demonic qi in his body was constantly impacting the bottleneck of cultivation, and Yang Ran's skin was constantly deformed under the impact of the powerful airflow, as terrifying as a balloon about to burst, and his aura was also constantly rising, at an extremely terrifying speed.

After absorbing the demonic energy in the white flag, Yang Ran was on the verge of breaking through again!

"This kid is going to break through again?!" Seeing this situation, Zhou Ming's expression was gloomy and terrifying, his face flickered, and his figure suddenly slammed towards Yang Ran.

took this opportunity to slaughter this kid, otherwise he would have no chance when he broke through, Zhou Ming thought, the killing intent in his eyes was stronger, and the demonic energy in his palm was even more surging.

"Ah!!" But before his figure arrived, a long howl suddenly sounded.

The sound moves the four fields, and the world changes color!

This long roar is like a shocking dragon's roar, high and endlessly majestic, until it wants to break through the sky. And hearing this long roar, whether it was Zhou Ming or the ghost general, their faces changed drastically. The two pairs of eyes looked at the young man who had come out of the swirling demonic aura, full of incredulity, and muttered:

Mid-Demon Spirit!

Yang Ran also looked at the surging demonic qi in his palm with some disbelief, this flying windfall actually allowed him to break through to the middle stage of the demon spirit, could it be that the true qi he cultivated through the Ninety-Nine Guiyi Gong was really anything special?

"It seems that I have to ask the fairy sister for clarification. Yang Ran thought, he slowly walked out of the dust and sand, looked at Zhou Ming not far away, and smiled coldly, "Zhou Ming, remember to say hello to King Yama for me." ”

"Lord Ghost General!" Zhou Ming couldn't help but take a few steps back, and shouted in a trembling voice.