"Senior Brother Ding Qiufeng has encountered an accident!" Sect Master Han Dongyan said coldly to everyone.

"Senior Brother Ding has fallen!" Han Dongyan's real person was beside him, and there were other True Yuan Stage monks standing, and when he saw this scene, his face was ugly and he died.

"You are here first, and I will go back as soon as I go. Han Dongyan said to the disciples beside him.

"Senior brother in charge, you are still sitting here, let's go!"

Han Dongyan said to everyone: "The other party can kill Senior Brother Ding Qiufeng, the cultivation is definitely not low, at least it is also the cultivation of the middle stage of the True Yuan, and there must be a good spiritual weapon in his hand, if he is not destroyed, it may harm our big things, if Uncle Niu knows about it, he will definitely be furious! Senior Brother Liu, the soul bead of this sect will be placed here with you first, and I will come when I go!"

After Han Dongyan finished speaking, he left against the wind.

After a while, Han Dongyan came to the place where Ding Qiufeng and Nangong Dai were fighting, looked at the corpse on the ground, and showed a shocked look on his face, Jin Leizhu of the real life period, could it be that the elder of which sect came.

After carefully examining the traces of the battle, Han Dongyan sneered and said to himself: "It turns out that it is just a golden thunder bead that seals the spiritual power refined by the true ancestor, no matter who you are, and no matter where you are from a sect, you are doomed to die!" As soon as the words fell, he took out a talisman from his arms and threw it into the sky, and the talisman spontaneously combusted without wind.

In the firelight, the talisman turned into a little bird with golden eyes and red feathers, the little bird fell to the ground and sniffed the corpse, and then spread its wings, just like flying away in the southeast direction, Han Dongyan Yufeng followed behind.

At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan held a talisman in his hand and looked at the monster in front of him vigilantly.

Although there are many ghosts and ghosts guarding the elixir, but the supernatural powers are not necessarily outstanding, under the bombardment of many treasures of Yuwen Zhouyuan, they are defeated and retreated, Yuwen Zhouyuan is overjoyed in his heart, and he is preparing to destroy these guys in one go, and quickly leave this dangerous place after picking the elixir.

However, at this moment, a mutation occurred, the yin wind rose, and those remnant monk ghosts actually merged with the spirit of the demon beast and turned into a monster in front of them.

This ghost thing is about two feet high, its eyes are like copper bells, its head is as big as a bucket, and its body is wrapped in blood mist, and its yin and evil aura is pouring out.

Although he hasn't fought yet, from the momentum, Yuwen Zhouyuan also knows that this ghost is not trivial, and he has many dreams at night, so he should sacrifice the Spirit Breaking Sword.

At the same time, raising his right hand, the Spirit Sucking Thorn was also ready to attack.

Then Yuwen Zhouyuan used extremely fast movements to once again punch out a rune paper of "Suppressing Ghosts", but this time it completely absorbed the mana on it to absorb the Spirit Sucking Thorn.

Suddenly, the Spirit Sucking Thorn turned into a cold glow of gold.

"Go!" With a loud shout, Yuwen Zhouyuan first let the Spirit Sucking Thorn, which has the effect of suppressing ghosts, attack.

The goblin howled, and the blood-red mist wrapped around the surface of his body suddenly rolled up, forming a blood-red ghost-headed shield, blocking the soul-sucking thorn from the outside.

Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his eyebrows, and without hesitation, he released the Spirit Breaking Sword hanging above his head, the power of the best spirit weapon is extraordinary, I don't believe that this ghost can be easily blocked.

The terrible ghost obviously knew it well, opened its mouth, and spit out a magic weapon in the shape of an iron fork that was as black as ink.

"Ghost weapon!" Unexpectedly, this guy's cultivation is so profound, and a wisp of gloom flashed on Yuwen Zhouyuan's face.

The ghost weapon, as the name suggests, is a magic weapon condensed by the Xuanyin Qi in the body after hundreds of years of cultivation, and has the same magical powers as the spiritual weapon of the cultivator.

The flying sword and the ghost weapon fought together, flying up and down, and it was difficult to distinguish for a while.

Before Yuwen Zhouyuan could make the next move, the ghost had already used its magic skills again, and he actually bit off one of his hands, this action made Yuwen Zhouyuan stunned, he didn't believe that the other party would be stupid and self-harming, and suddenly became more vigilant.

The ghost hand that was bitten off fell to the ground, and the ghost sprayed a mouthful of blood mist at it, and suddenly the ghost hand was red and bright, and after a while, the black mist was heavy, and in the mist, a zombie covered with green hair appeared.

"Corpse Magic!" Yuwen Zhouyuan once happened to see the introduction of this strange spell from the diary of the Butcher Demon Lord, the cultivator can't cast it, only after the Yin Soul cultivates to the level of a powerful ghost, it can be cast, with its own flesh and blood, turn into a zombie, the higher the mana of the ghost, the more powerful the zombie will be.

At this moment, the zombie in front of him is covered with green hair, and it should be a hundred years old.

Legend has it that zombies are the toughest opponents of their toughest opponents.

Yuwen Zhouyuan took out a talisman from his arms, and after being driven by spiritual power, a fire dragon took shape and pounced on the ghost thing on the opposite side......

The zombie's claws were raised, and the green light flashed on it, and it actually scattered the fire dragon, seeing this scene, Yuwen Zhouyuan reached into the storage bag and took out the black soul bead.

As soon as the soul bead came out, the yin qi nearby suddenly became more and more intense, attacking poison with poison, Yuwen Zhouyuan decided to use the soul bead to restrain the ghost in front of him.

True power was injected, and black mist gushed out from the soul bead, mixed with the soul that had been refined by the Butcher Demon Lord back then.

Those souls have been there for nearly a thousand years now, and although they have been sealed by the soul beads for a thousand years, their anger has not decreased but increased, and their evil qi is not inferior to the powerful ghosts on the other side.

"He!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said something in his mouth, and the soul bead pointed forward, and suddenly, those yin spirits were also entangled together, and a silver-white skull was conjured up, and it crashed towards the zombie.

The skull was more than two feet high, opened its bloody mouth, and spewed out two sharp rays from it, and the zombie roared, and easily pulled up a giant tree next to it that required several people to hug, and smashed it towards the skeleton.

Suddenly, the thick fog surged, the sound of screaming continued, and the two ghosts were entangled with each other, and the killing was inseparable.

Yuwen Zhouyuan turned his head and waved the soul bead in his hand again, summoning the remaining yin souls inside.

The cloak is scattered, and the ten fingers are like hooks, and these images of the yin spirits summoned by Yuwen Zhouyuan are also very terrifying, and the resentment is even stronger, but in terms of Taoism, they are not inferior to the powerful ghosts gathered by the souls of monks and demon beasts.

"Go!" Although these yin spirits were ferocious, they were subject to the soul beads, and after listening to Yuwen Zhouyuan's order, they didn't dare to slack off, screaming again and again, and pounced on the powerful ghost.

A trace of anger flashed in the ghost's eyes, and he opened his mouth and spurted out a bloody light, and immediately fought with the first one of the ghosts.

On the other side, the skull also fought with the zombies, and after glancing at the battle situation, Yuwen Zhouyuan sacrificed the spirit sucking thorn in his hand again.

The powerful ghost path formed by the gathering of the monk and the demon beast soul is profound, and it already has no less spiritual wisdom than a human, and when he saw Yuwen Zhouyuan's movements at this moment, he also guessed that the other party must be preparing some powerful killing move.

His face flashed with anger, and he roared and wanted to pounce, but he was entangled by the ghosts, although these souls were a little different from him in cultivation, they were not afraid of death, and for a while they also gave the powerful ghost a headache.

Enraged, the ghost soared into the air, and his entire body turned into a large black net, which sprinkled from the sky, covering all the ghosts that attacked him.

Although the Yin Spirits were covered by him, he also bought enough time for Yuwen Zhouyuan, who threw the sucking thorn in his hand with a loud roar.

At the same time, Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand kept playing the magic trick, and the spirit absorbing thorn kept changing in the air until it was as big as seven or eight zhang.

"Points!" Yuwen Zhouyuan played another trick, and the Spirit Sucking Thorn suddenly turned from two to four, and four to eight, and finally divided into thirty-two identical small Spirit Sucking Thorns.

The ghost obviously felt that something was wrong, and it hesitated for a moment, then suddenly turned around and pounced on the two spirit grasses on the ground.

"The good guy wants to destroy it if he can't get it! I really don't know whether to live or die!" Yuwen Zhouyuan snorted, it was not surprising for its actions, this guy was originally formed by countless cultivators who failed to compete for the elixir, and the soul of the demon beast, and he had an incomparable obsession with the spirit grass.

Yuwen Zhouyuan naturally wouldn't let it succeed, how could the heaven and earth elixir that he had found so hard to find be destroyed in front of his eyes.

After Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned slightly, he stretched out his finger and sucked the spirit thorn lightly, and shouted: "Hurry!"

Suddenly, the thirty-two small spirit sucking thorns that had been differentiated burst out at the same time, roaring and rushing towards the ghost thing.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he chased in front of him, and the terrible ghost had to stop his body and concentrate on defense.

A sneering smile appeared at the corner of Yuwen Joowon's mouth.

He stretched out his hand, hugged it into a ball, pinched a strange magic seal, and ran his true power between his fingers, and then slammed the sucking spirit stab.

A flame burned with the Spirit Sucking Thorn as the center, and there were a total of thirty-two small Spirit Sucking Thorns, so there were also thirty-two flames.

However, unlike the normal flame, which is red, this flame is as black as ink, and even after it appeared, the surrounding temperature did not rise.

However, the face of the terrible ghost showed a look of fear.

"Innate Yin Fire!"

Originally, this could only be displayed by a True Yuan Stage cultivator, but Yuwen Zhouyuan relied on the spiritual weapon in his hand and his own pure cultivation to make it appear in front of him.

Although Yuwen Zhouyuan is still in the True Qi Period, he is the eleventh layer of the True Qi Stage that others have never cultivated, and in terms of the purity of True Qi, he is definitely ranked first in the True Qi Period, and even his strength is not much different from that of the monks in the early stage of True Yuan.

Supplemented by the help of the special spiritual weapon of the Spirit Sucking Thorn, Yuwen Zhouyuan successfully used the innate Yin Fire.

The innate true fire is easy to appear, but the innate yin fire in this innate true fire can only be practiced by those who have cultivated the supreme yin skill, and it seems that this is the credit of his cultivation of the supreme yin true technique.

Seeing the frightened expression of the ghost, Yuwen Zhouyuan took a breath, and the spirit control technique was cast, manipulating the spirit sucking thorn and its clone to trap the ghost in place.

Naturally, the ghost didn't want to be restrained, and opened his bloody mouth, spurting out several mouthfuls of essence blood in a row, and the blood mixed with the ghost mist, forming a black-red shield.

"Go!" Afraid of a long night and a lot of dreams, Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't want to continue to delay here, and his mind moved, and the innate yin fire as black as ink flew towards the ghost.