"Evil cultivator?" the corners of Ding Qi's eyes twitched.

"The early stage monk of the dignified Truth Realm did not even let go of the first-order layman, and he didn't take it for so long, it's really embarrassing!" The voice was hoarse, but the echo echoed in the open field, the cultivation seemed to be quite pure, Ding Qi released his divine thoughts and swept his heart slightly, the other party's coercion was better than his own, he must be a mid-stage monk.

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't that little cub just ask you the same thing? Why did you forget it in a blink of an eye?" came a burst of laughter, very harsh.

"You've been here for a long time, but ......... my 'Soul Fixing Disk'?" Ding Qi was secretly surprised.

"Your rags are also taken out and seen, and you are in a hurry!" After finishing speaking, the black qi around his body was rolling and tumbling, and in a blink of an eye, he covered his body tightly, Ding Qi's mind swept away, and no trace of aura was leaked, and the fear in his heart deepened.

"Are you a monk of the Northern Underworld? There is a mysterious cave in the extreme north of the Northern Underworld, called 'Burial Soul', have you ever known about it?"

"Hey, it's not useless! I've never heard of such a remote place. ”

"If it's really a Taoist friend of the 'Soul Burying' Holy Land, it's really disrespectful and disrespectful! I am Ding Qi from the Tibetan Camel Ridge in the Western Regions, and the family teacher Miaoheng Zhenren has been to the Northern Underworld, and I heard that he has also had a general relationship with your land, I don't know if I can ...... it?"

"Miao Heng, I haven't heard of it, but a month ago, I met a man named Kong Feng, do you know?"

"What? Second Senior Brother is finally here, it's great!" Ding Qi looked excited, and was about to say something more, when a loud roar interrupted him.

"Shut up, he is a mere mid-term waste, and he also tried to get his hands on my body, and finally threw out a bullshit sword formation in an attempt to kill me, and although the young master of this year hung up some color, he didn't beat him to the ground and fled, since you are his fellow disciple, then I will use your dog life to give me anger and lower the fire!" After speaking, the black pitch short stick in his hand hit Ding Qi in the midst of more black gas, Ding Qi's face was like ashes at this moment, and the previous excitement was long gone, which made Long Fang, who was far away, happy for a while, and almost laughed.

Ding Qi was remorseful and angry, but he was uneasy in his heart, if the two senior brothers had not fought him, he would have given it in vain, if it was true, he would have lost his life today, it was really unlucky!

The dust in his hand was straight, and his left hand brushed the silver wire, and the dust turned into a long stick to meet the black rod. Ding Qi has long heard of evil cultivators, they avoid the yang and cultivate the yin, yearn for the ghost way, and those who are not strong in mind completely become ghost slaves, happy to kill, suck the soul of the soul and the essence of the monk, and have always been despised by people.

The things of the yin ghosts practice evil magic and are terrifying, restraining many things in the world, and even eating everything, making all living beings afraid of abnormalities. The magic weapon used by the evil cultivator is even more condensed and refined by the essence of the yin ghost, and the monk's magic weapon is his favorite.

Ding Qi didn't dare to entangle, and the black short stick was closed with a touch. This jingle entangled for a few rounds, completely enraging the black-clad masked man.

"Waste, is there any such thing as a guy who has taken advantage of it? Could it be that Miaoheng's old thing has raised a bunch of stupid pigs, and none of them are useful?" Scolding in his mouth, his hands poked out, the black gas around his body increased greatly, and a stream of black gas shot towards the short stick, the short stick seemed to have eaten a delicious taste, and screamed hoarsely, and the rod body was more crystal clear, and there was a faint black light emitted.

"Black Demon Dementor!" the man in black screamed, and the short stick took a sip of black gas to avoid the dusty long stick, and smashed directly at Ding Qi. Ding Qi's heart sank slightly, knowing that if he didn't deal with it with all his might, he might make a mistake.

The spiritual power of the whole body was poured into the dusty long stick, and the long stick suddenly appeared with silver brilliance, and after a trembling, a faint white qi appeared around the body, and then the two spiritual weapons met again. Unlike before, the two spiritual weapons were not separated, entangled in mid-air, the short stick black light was better, the long stick was white and greeted, the fierce battle between the two spirit weapons caused the surrounding vitality to be violently turbulent, and the strands of gale swept to the four directions, and the dragon side on the side hurriedly retreated dozens of zhang, for fear that he would be affected if he was not careful.

Long Fang watched the two fight without blinking, and his heart was surging, and he finally appreciated the power of the monk's battle up close. If the guy surnamed Ding just now had dealt with himself like this, he would have died a few times, and he despised others, just cheapening others. Long Fang carefully studied every move and style in the fighting method, kept it firmly in his heart, and felt the mystery of it, and gained a lot for a while.

At this time, the fighting methods of the two have changed, Ding Qi's long stick and the short stick of the man in black are still entangled, but the white gas that lingers around the long stick is almost exhausted, on the other hand, the black short stick is more black, and the black gas surrounds the long stick, and there is a faint trace of white gas surging towards the short stick.

"Evil cultivator, dare to devour my spiritual power!" Ding Qi, who had sweat on his forehead, pinched his right hand and struggled to support it, and wanted to take back the dust several times but did half the work, the evil short stick was wrapped around and sucked, and the connection between himself and the dust was no longer as before, if it goes on like this, I am afraid that the spiritual weapon will be taken away, and his spiritual power is far from being deep in evil cultivation.

Ding Qi raised his left hand, swallowed two unknown pills, and then closed his eyes and stared, as if waiting for something.

"It's really bad, do you start swallowing pills? It's better to swallow more, so that I can eat more treasures, hahahahaha!" The hoarse sneer reverberated far away, but it didn't disrupt Ding Qi in the slightest. After a while, Ding Qi suddenly trembled, and a faint red light slowly shot out from the dantian area, and gradually spread to the whole body, completely ignoring the flesh and bones of the skin. Ding Qi slowly seemed to turn into a large red doll at this moment, and the light swept through his body under his painful expression.

Long Fang, who was watching from a distance, was already dumbfounded, staring at all the changes in Ding Qi without squinting, and at the same time, a trace of bad things also came to his heart, and his body slowly retreated.

At this time, Ding Qi's body was shrouded in light, and his aura also soared all the way, his eyes opened suddenly, and two faint red lines shot out, looking at the black-clothed evil cultivator with hatred.

"The demon of the Soul Burial Cave, have you ever heard of the 'Pure Yang Pill', even if the second senior brother is not your opponent, it is also careless. Besides, you can't get any benefit, you're already injured at the moment, right? Even if I scrap my body and rebuild, I want you to die here. ”

The man in black was silent for a moment, his eyes flickered a few times, as if he was intimidated by Ding Qi. It turned out that this kid was not stupid, he actually guessed that he was slightly injured, although the 'Pure Yang Pill' is not a top-level pill, it is not terrible in the eyes of others, but it is different for monks who practice the path of yin and ghosts. Because since chaos was divided into yin and yang, the two have always been mutually reinforcing, and the things of pure yang are even more things that yin and evil fear. This son actually swallowed two Pure Yang Pills at a time, and he wanted to kill me even if the Dantian Qi Sea was burned, so he couldn't underestimate him anymore.