"Poof!"

The body of the old man in the Taoist robe shook violently, and he opened his mouth to spit out a large pool of blood, and if you look closely, you will find that in this blood...... There are also some pieces of internal organs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as this scene came out, more than thirty spirit powerhouses not far away gasped one after another, and their eyes revealed deep disbelief.

From the eyes of outsiders, Luoyang's cultivation fluctuations are not strong, it is only the seventh layer of the spirit transformation, however, the aura emanating from his body has overwhelmed the old man in the Taoist robe!

The winter wind is cold, and the yin air is gusting. Luoyang's green clothes were hunting, a black hair danced wildly, and the dazzling blood stained his hands red, looking from afar, like a demon god!

The more than 30 Soul Transformation Cultivators who stayed behind are undoubtedly the pinnacle of the Transformation Soul Realm, and there is no shortage of sect leaders who are arrogant and arrogant, but right now, they are all dumbfounded, and they actually have the intention of retreating!

"Amitabha, good ......" At this moment, a sigh of compassion and helplessness suddenly sounded.

I saw the twilight old monk in a red and white robe, with his hands folded at this moment, and his compassionate eyes glanced around the monks, and slowly spoke.

"The old man is not talented, and he has no intention of investigating the murderer's tricks, and the Buddha said that the dreams of floating life are all in vain. This murderer has simply used some kind of demonic supernatural power to create an illusory scene and blind our eyes, so as to find an opportunity to escape. ”

At the same time as the twilight old monk spoke, the gold ring on the gilded Zen staff swayed slightly, making a crisp sound, which came into the ears, and suddenly made the hearts of many monks move slightly, and the fear that had arisen due to Luoyang's fierce strength was quietly dispelled.

Many spirit powerhouses looked at each other, and each saw a little surprise in each other's eyes.

"That's what the abbot wants...... The strength of this demon is not strong, but he just used some kind of blinding method to deceive others?" The handsome young man with the surname Wenren thought for a moment, made a namaste slightly, and asked lightly.

The twilight old monk hurriedly returned the salute, then smiled meaningfully, and looked up at the sky above the grave mountain where the ghosts were roaring.

Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes lit up, as if they understood something, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hehe, I feel the same way. With only the cultivation of the seventh layer of this murderer's soul, it is impossible to unleash such an amazing combat power, think about it...... There must be a clue!"

The corners of the handsome young man's mouth curled up, revealing a sarcastic smile.

"Is the abbot willing to kill this demon with his subordinates and eliminate harm for the world?" he squinted slightly, then turned his head and smiled at the twilight old monk.

"The old man's trip was originally to overkill the murderer, how can he be willing or unwilling, he should make a big move. The twilight old monk grinned and smiled kindly.

"Whew!"

The wind gusted everywhere in the tomb mountain, filled with endless screams, as if there were countless resentful souls, roaring unbridled because of the unwillingness in their hearts.

In the very center of the tomb mountain, Luoyang's face was flat, and there were lines of gray-white aura outside his body, which were constantly injected into his body, and as the gray-white aura became more and more, his aura was also climbing rapidly.

That's right, these gray-white breaths are the qi of yin death, more precisely, with the power of the ghost hell, the extremely toxic qi of yin death was washed away with the infinite resentment of the soul, and it was precisely because of this that these originally highly poisonous breaths were injected into Luoyang's body, but they did not cause him any harm.

As the master of the Ghost Prison Prison, Luo Yang could clearly perceive that of the three hundred blood beads, there were already two hundred and four...... Thoroughly refined by him!

The last punch fell, and I saw that the old man in this robe retreated violently, his wide robe was stained with blood everywhere, and his body flew outward.

"You want to kill me, but I killed you because of my lack of strength, which is very fair. ”

Luo Yang glanced at the old man in the robe lightly, to this day, he is no longer the pure and gentle young man when he first entered the Spirit Gate, or in other words, he has never changed in the face of friends, but if he faces a sinister enemy, he has already learned to be cruel, to be ruthless, and to ...... Kill!

Just as Luoyang's body took a step forward, and he was just about to cast the eight steps of the Heavenly Demon and give the old man in the Dao robe a fatal blow, a strange voice suddenly came into his ears.

"When!"

Like the bell in the temple, it has an undoubted divine majesty, and it has been around for a long time!

Following the prestige, I saw that the source of this voice was the gilded Zen staff in the hands of the old monk in the twilight years!

"The bitter sea is endless, and turning back is the shore...... Murderer, quickly ambush him!" the shriveled lips of the twilight old monk moved, and his closed eyes suddenly opened, radiating a fine light.

"Bewitching Technique...... Luoyang's eyebrows raised slightly, and he suddenly noticed something.

That's right, the expression of this twilight old monk seems to be compassionate, but whether it is the bell from the Zen staff or the charm in his eyes, it is all related to the mysterious woman Song Nanke's Taishang forgetfulness...... Something similar!

It's all demagoguery!

It's just that the magic power that the twilight old monk is using at this moment obviously does not have Song Nanke's forgetfulness and ingenuity, but it just makes Luoyang's footsteps pause, as if he has been restrained in some way.

At the same time as his body paused, beside the twilight old monk, the handsome young man's eyes flashed murderous, quickly turned into an afterimage, and swept in front of Luoyang in an instant!

"Boom!"

The handsome young man's hands quickly sealed, and a red red fox immediately condensed on his chest, exuding bursts of fiery aura, accompanied by a roar, suddenly rushed to Luoyang's body, and burst into a monstrous fire!

"It's done?!" the handsome young man raised his hand and displayed his strongest magical power, and at this moment his face showed a look of ecstasy, staring at Luoyang, which was constantly being burned in the firelight.

Not only him, but also more than thirty spirit powerhouses not far away, all held their breath at this moment, staring intently at this firelight.

However, in the next moment, everyone's complexions suddenly changed!

The vigorous flames were blazing, constantly crackling, instantly raising the temperature of the entire tomb mountain, but in the deepest part of the firelight, I saw the cyan figure, but it was still standing upright, and there seemed to be a touch of mockery in the indifferent eyes, looking at the handsome young man lightly through the flames.

Outside of his body, there was a gray-white aura lingering, and the blazing flames couldn't get close to it, and once they got close, they quickly annihilated into ashes!

"Impossible!" the handsome young man's face froze, his eyes surged with deep disbelief, and he suddenly cried out.

The corners of Luoyang's mouth raised a slight sneer.

That's right, these gray-white breaths are the yin and death qi of the yin and yang poles of heaven and earth!

If you want to break through this protective barrier condensed by the aura of yin death, there is only one possibility......

That is, Haoran righteousness!

Haoran Righteousness is the originator of the masculine aura of heaven and earth, in other words, these red fox flames seem amazing, but they are not worthy of being used to resist the qi of yin death!

"And three breaths. ”

Luoyang lowered his head and thought for a moment, and his eyes flashed with a gleam.

The twilight monk's Zen staff is certainly weird, and it has not been able to break through this shackle in Luoyang until now, but you must know that tonight ...... It's a full moon night!

Not long ago, Luoyang was able to solve Song Nanke's illusion with the help of Haoran righteousness.

At present, the bewitching technique of this twilight old monk is not at all better than that of the Taishang Forgetfulness Dao, if you want to crack it, you only need three breaths!

The fire burned continuously, reflecting the mountains and ravines, and at the same time reflecting the cheeks covered with terror.

Suddenly, a terrible roar rang out!

"Arrogant child, you dare to abolish the half-body cultivation of the poor road, and the poor road is with you today...... Never die!"

Not far away, in a tall pile of weeds, the old man in the Taoist robe stood up with difficulty, he was covered in blood, his face was extremely hideous, and he seemed to have an unforgettable hatred for Luoyang's full four punches just now!

His pair of cloudy eyes were full of murderous intent, and at this moment, he was wearing a loose Taoist robe without wind and dancing wildly!

Luo Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at the Taoist priest whose breath was rising.

"The thin curtain appreciates the bright moon, and the breeze blows me!"

The closed eyes of the old man in the Taoist robe suddenly opened, blooming with an incomparable emerald green essence, and the whole person suddenly levitated, clearly visible, at the moment when his body stopped rising, where he stepped on his toes, suddenly appeared...... Two gossip!

Flying rapidly, exuding bursts of amazing momentum!

"Three zhang breeze!"

After about three breaths, the gossip under the feet of the old man in the Dao robe suddenly expanded, bursting out with a dazzling emerald green halo, and countless long swords slowly emerged vertically from the gossip pattern!

"What a powerful supernatural power!"

As soon as this scene came out, the expressions of many spirit powerhouses not far away changed.

"With such a powerful supernatural power, I'm afraid it's beyond the scope of the Spirit Transformation Realm...... If my guess is correct, this fellow Daoist must not hesitate to consume Shouyuan in order to fully release this supernatural power......"

......

There was a murmur in the crowd, and many people looked at Luoyang in the firelight, all showing gloating expressions.

It seems that in the eyes of everyone, Luoyang is already a dead person at this moment.

However, at this moment, a cold and flat voice suddenly came into everyone's ears.

It was a mocking sneer.

It's more of a disdain.

"You also deserve the word Qingfeng?"

At the same time as the last word fell, in front of the crowd, the twilight old monk suddenly spurted blood.

"Impossible, impossible...... How is this possible?!" The old monk in the twilight didn't know what he had discovered, and his pale face was full of horror.

In the firelight, Luoyang's body was as stable as a mountain, and the abyss was mountainous.

Slowly, on his cyan robe, patches of scorching fire-colored light appeared, which suddenly burned and annihilated.

In the middle of the tomb mountain, the old man in the Taoist robe raised his eyebrows slightly, and before he could notice anything, he suddenly felt a coldness in his throat.

His heart shook violently, and he was terrified.

He stiffened and looked up.

I saw that Luoyang had already appeared in front of him, and his cold palm, like iron tongs, firmly clasped his throat.

Click.