Now, this Linyu was still unconscious, probing her breath, Jiang Yan handed her over to the ghost soldier behind him, straightened his clothes, and got up from the chair.

Holding Nannan, this time, he was ready to leave.

Seeing that Jiang Yan didn't take himself seriously at all, Zhang Qingwu suddenly jumped like thunder, he shouted, and he called Jiang Yan, and these guards in the gambling house also attacked the ghost army.

"It's really damn unlucky, I didn't expect such a little bastard to dare to make trouble here in Lao Tzu......" Zhang Qingwu is a Perfection Cultivator at the peak of the First Pulse Realm, and he used all his strength in this blow, he seemed to have seen Jiang Yan being killed by him into bloody mud.

He smiled, but Jiang Yan shook his head.

"Smack!"

In the void, there was a muffled sound, but seeing that Zhang Wuqing was slapped and flew out, it was not Jiang Yan who shot it, but Yan Shan. In the Blood River Ancient Land, he had absorbed a lot of Netherworld Qi, Netherworld Qi Shaping Body, and his ghost body was almost no different from that of Sanhua Monk.

This slap made Zhang Qingwu's nose blue and swollen, and even slapped off half of his teeth.

"How is it possible, am I the hell? Master Zhang, he can't even block the blow of this black-robed man......"

"What are the origins of these people, they are all hiding in black robes, could it be that they came to find the bad luck of the Home Inn?"

"Senior brother, if you want to see the excitement, you have to have a life!

As soon as they spoke, everyone retreated, they all couldn't believe this fact, they couldn't have imagined that Zhang Fang was so vulnerable, and they didn't expect that the ghost army would be so ruthless.

"No matter if all the men and women are removed, don't leave any of them, these people have done too much evil, and heaven will not tolerate it, and today, their time of death has come!"

The king of Hades told you to die in the third watch, who left you until the fifth watch, don't say that it is to kill these ten or so people, in the previous life, Jiang Yan slaughtered no less than 10 million evil sect monks, he has never talked about human feelings, only good and evil. These people have a lot of lives under their hands, and they are not entitled to live.

"Kill ......"

Yan Shan's blow just now did not kill Zhang Qingwu, he got up from the ground, he took out a ghost-headed big knife from the storage bag, his huge body, suddenly flashed, and he killed Jiang Yan again. This time, he was very careful.

"Bang!"

Jiang Yan turned around and held the ghost head big knife with his hand, the skin of the Five Qi Realm cultivators was almost like a spiritual weapon, and the ghost head knife couldn't even pierce his skin membrane.

For ordinary monks, it is impossible for a mid-grade monk in the First Vein Realm to block the full force of a peak monk in the First Vein Realm, but Jiang Yan is an exception, this skin is not from his penance, this is the skin that the Soul Heavenly Emperor painted for him.

The next moment, with a scream, Zhang Qingwu was slapped again, and this time, countless cracks hit out of the wall, and these cracks cracked like spider webs, and he was extremely frightened.

"Ordered, kill ......"

Jiang Yan only summoned more than 20 ghost armies this time, all of them are high-grade cultivators in the first vein realm, and they are all the best in the ghost army, in the six reincarnations, they have gained hundreds of years of experience in wars, killing people is like slaughtering dogs for them, and their killing experience is very experienced.

In less than thirty breaths, dozens of heads were placed on the table, except for Zhang Qingwu, these villains in the Rujia gambling house were all ambushed.

"Tie these heads to the door of the gambling house, the show has just begun, come on, bring this guy to me......"

Standing at the door of the gambling house, a layer of golden light sprinkled on Jiang Yan's body, under this golden light, he seemed to put on a golden battle armor, he shouted mightily, and the ghost army brought Zhang Qingwu to his side.

"Master Zhang, there are some unpopular characters in this gambling house, and you can't put it on the table at all, presumably you are just an errand runner, now give you a chance to live! Tell me, who is the mastermind behind this gambling house?"

As he spoke, Jiang Yan held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, he wouldn't give Zhang Qingwu a second chance at all, as long as he didn't say it, he would die here immediately.

"Hehe, kill me! Even if you let me go, I won't survive, and it won't be long before you'll die. They won't let you go,......" Zhang Qingwu said in the most ferocious tone with a fierce look in his eyes.

Today's gambling house was broken, Zhang Qingwu has to bear all the responsibility, and the people behind him will not spare him.

The wealthy faction, the most important face, if Hanhaizong wants to suppress this matter, he must kill people and destroy his mouth, Zhang Qingwu and Jiang Yan both understand this truth. Hearing this, Jiang Yan's long sword was unsheathed, and he cut off Zhang Qingwu's head with one sword.

The First Pulse Realm monk is nothing in Jiang Yan's eyes, but for these monks living at the bottom, Zhang Qingwu is already a generation of heroes, Jiang Yan wielded his sword like a dog, and immediately left a deep imprint on everyone's hearts, today's struggle, they are afraid that they will never forget it for the rest of their lives.

"There are 100,000 taels of silver tickets here, each of you can take one, take the silver ticket, and leave here! The battle of the waiting meeting is not something you can participate in......" Money is something outside the body, Jiang Yan was not interested in it at all, and when he opened his mouth, he pointed to the gambling table.

It's not a real treasure of heaven and earth, he won't take it at all, only the cultivation he has cultivated is real, the reason why Zhang Qingwu is so weak is because he is a waste piled up by resources. The path Jiang Yan wants to take, a sword and a ghost army are enough.

After listening to Jiang Yan's words, everyone was eager to try, but they didn't dare to step forward, and after a while, someone stepped forward to take a silver ticket.

People die for money, birds die for food, in front of the silver, this group of gamblers can't help it at all, and it didn't take long for most of the silver tickets on the table to be taken. After taking the silver ticket, everyone fled quickly, and now they all understand that if they don't leave, they will not be able to leave after a while.

"Yan Shan, here is a letter, you personally send it to Jiang Mansion, tell my eldest brother Jiang Tianlin, and ask him to lead his troops here......"

When everyone left, Jiang Yan took out a pen and paper from the storage bag, and after a few simple words, he folded the letter and handed it to Yan Shan.

He asked Jiang Wuting to transfer the army just now, but it was just to support her, Jiang Wuting didn't have the ability to transfer an army, this time, Jiang Yan was ready to let Jiang Tianlin go out.

It is impossible for one person to push an era forward, only a group of people can push this era forward, Jiang Yan needs many, many companions, and Jiang Tianlin is the person he recognizes. As the eldest son of the Jiang family, Jiang Tianlin's temperament and cultivation are excellent, and in the Jiang family, Jiang Yan is the only one who can look at him.

This treasure house is prepared for Jiang Tianlin, and the blood river flag can also be given to him, and under this heavy promise, Jiang Tianlin will inevitably come. With his army, no matter what means the Hanhai Sect has, Jiang Yan is not afraid.

After listening to Jiang Yan's instructions, Yan Shan went out of the gambling house with a letter, and at the same time, outside the gambling house, someone also went to the Hanhai Sect residence with a letter.