"Smack!"

With a shake of the long whip in his hand, he directly rolled up a boulder next to him, and flew towards Yang Que with a roar, the sound of breaking the wind was sharp and piercing!

Yang Que didn't dodge or dodge, urged the mana, pinched the trick and chanted the mantra, stretched out his hands, a grimace opened his bloody mouth, and suddenly shot out, colliding with the boulder!

"Bang!"

The boulder shattered, the stone chips flew up, and the hideous grimace also flashed in the impact and collapsed.

"Grimace! It turns out that you are a monk from Xiangguo. ”

The middle-aged evil cultivator was slightly surprised when he saw his exercises, and then a sneering smile appeared on his face.

"That old guy in the Merit Pavilion is also calm, in order to cultivate this exercise, I slaughtered so many monks and spirits of his Snow Cat Tribe, I thought he was going to send someone to kill me a long time ago, but I didn't expect that I would come now. Looks like that old guy has high hopes for you. ”

Xiao Wu watched the two of them fight on the side, his eyes were shining, and when he stopped talking, he suddenly felt anxious, and urged: "Uncle, say a few words, my brother is here to kill you, no matter how long you talk about it, it's useless, hurry up and fight, use all your strength." ”

The middle-aged evil cultivator frowned slightly, glanced at her, and with a flick of his wrist, the long whip suddenly shot out like a sharp blade, and drilled viciously towards her eyes!

"Oh yes, brother, help!"

Xiao Wu's face changed slightly, he exclaimed, covered his eyes with his hands, and stood still stupidly, not knowing how to dodge.

Yang Que's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't go to the rescue immediately, as if he was ready to stand by.

"Whew!"

The tip of the whip, which was as cold as a sharp blade, just jumped in front of the girl's eyes, only to hear a soft sound, and the girl's body suddenly lit up with a light, and instantly stopped the long whip, so that it could not make any progress.

"Huh?" The middle-aged evil cultivator's pupils shrank, and he suddenly let out a low cry, and the long whip in his hand flicked quickly, and the black whip shadow in the sky was like a raging storm, pumping towards Xiao Wu!

"Wow!" Xiao Wu put down his hands and opened his eyes to look, his face was full of fear, but his mouth shouted, "It's fun, it's fun." ”

Not far away, March opened his mouth and twitched secretly: Fun? This Nima is called fun?

"Bang! bang!"

A rapid and crisp whipping sound rang out like firecrackers, all of which were slammed into the light mask above Xiao Wu's head, and at the same time, a strong bloody aura permeated the air, which was extremely pungent.

"Brother, beat him! he's whipping me......"

Although Xiao Wu was safe and sound, he was whipped all the time, but he didn't dare to fight back, he was very sad in his heart, and hurriedly ran behind Yang Que for help.

The middle-aged evil cultivator saw that the soul chasing whip he had been refining for a long time could not shake the girl in the slightest, and his heart suddenly sank, and he felt that there was something tricky for someone to come today.

In order to cultivate evil skills, he slaughtered many clansmen and monks of the Snow Cat Tribe, became the wanted target of the Snow Cat Tribe, was surrounded and suppressed several times, and almost died.

And the high-level of the Snow Cat tribe has already closed all the passages to the outside world, only allowing outsiders to come in, and if the people inside want to go out, they must apply to the tribe before they can leave.

He and some wanted monks and their spirits were besieged here in this way, and became turtles in urns.

Fortunately, his cultivation method is special, and he accidentally discovered this place and hid in, but there is still a secret mark planted by the old merit pavilion on his body, and he can't get rid of it.

Helpless, he could only retreat in this Black Cloud Valley and cultivate desperately, so as to take advantage of the terrain here to save his life.

Previously, the Merit Pavilion also sent several waves of monks to kill him, but they were all killed by him with the soul chasing whip in his hand, but he didn't expect that today, there was such a young man and woman, and they didn't seem to be afraid of the magic weapon in his hand, which made him panic in his heart.

"Uncle, don't be afraid, my brother is actually very weak, you quickly pump him, just like he just pumped me. ”

Xiao Wu hid behind Yang Que, looked at the middle-aged evil cultivator with his head probed, and saw that his face was shocked and uncertain, and he didn't dare to make a move when he stood at the entrance of the cave, so he opened his mouth to encourage him.

"Hmph, I have been in the Jade God Realm for many years, and I have killed countless Jade God Realm monks, how can I be afraid of him!"

The middle-aged monk knew that it was difficult to dodge today, and his body jumped up a little under his feet, and the soul chasing whip in his hand shook slightly, and the black light burst out, and the whip body became even more angry and thick.

"Boy, take me a corpse chasing whip!"

A flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and the whip body trembled suddenly, rising straight up, like a giant stick in the sky, blood light burst out, roaring towards Yang Que head-on!

"Wow! It's so thick and long!"

Xiao Wu saw the black pressure stick smashed down, and hurriedly ran out, regardless of Yang Que.

Yang Que's eyes flashed, he turned his hand and took out the soul house, sacrificed a powerful ghost, and shouted: "Go and kill him!"

"Jie Ji ......"

The spirit ghost grinned and screamed, the black mist on the surface of his body churned, and his body instantly expanded, turning into a giant ghost more than ten feet high.

It roared angrily, with one claw, it easily grasped the thick and hard long whip, and suddenly sent it, and a huge force rushed towards the middle-aged evil cultivator along the long whip!

"Wow, wow, wow, what a big ghost!"

Xiao Wu looked at the giant ghost like a mountain, his face was full of excitement, and he exclaimed again and again.

Ma Qi in the distance stared at him even more, his eyes changed in shock, and he secretly said in his heart: This Yang senior has such a spiritual creature, even if he doesn't do it, people will drown me if they spit and foam.

"Boom!"

The middle-aged evil cultivator was unwilling to give up the whip, and was directly hit by the huge force of the spirit ghost, and his body suddenly flew out upside down, slammed into the cliff wall behind him, and embedded it.

"What a coarse hair!"

There was a sudden exclamation next to the giant ghost's big feet, Xiao Wu looked at the cold hair on its feet that was almost as thick as his own waist, and couldn't help but hold it with both hands and pull it out, but it didn't move at all.

"Brother, help!"

The spirit ghost jumped up, formed a fist with both hands, and smashed towards the middle-aged evil cultivator on the stone wall, but brought the little five who was holding the cold hair on its feet into the air.

"Bang!"

The spirit ghost's fists smashed against the rock wall like a boulder, but the middle-aged evil cultivator fled one step earlier, and the long whip in his hand was retracted, and the red light in his eyes burst out.

"Okay, boy, since you deceive me so much, I will fight for my life today, and I will let you all die here!"

He glanced at Yang Que resentfully, gritted his teeth violently, turned his hand and pasted a spirit talisman on his forehead, and suddenly his whole body flashed with red light, and his neck was bulging, and another head was born!

At the same time, his body suddenly expanded, and a bloodthirsty and wild aura erupted in vain, his cheeks cracked, and two rows of hideous fangs of cold light appeared!

"Whew-"

His eyes were blood-red, he opened his bloody mouth, suddenly raised his head and roared, and then his blood-like eyes stared at the flying ghost, hehe smirked.

"Two-headed monster! Eat me with a corpse chasing fist!"

In the stunned eyes of March in the distance, Xiao Wu's face was suddenly full of excitement, dangling from the cold hair of the ghost, waving his small fist, and pounced on the middle-aged monk who had become a ghost.

"My little ancestor!"

March's face turned pale, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

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