There was a "bang", and only a loud sound of shaking the mountains could be heard.

"Am I already dead, no, there is no blood, I am still alive" Mo Yan turned his head in horror, only to see a huge palm suddenly appear from mid-air and press towards the ghost king, the situation was reversed, the ghost king who was still ferocious and abnormal just now did not have any resistance in front of this giant palm, the whole body seemed to be imprisoned, not obeying the call, he could only watch the giant palm step by step magnificently pressing towards himself, the closer the giant palm was, the heavier the pressure on the ghost king, just when the giant palm was about to slap on the ghost king, a mouthful of turbid black blood gushed out from the ghost king's mouth, and the bones of the ghost king's body were densely packed with small but visible microcracks, the existence of a strong body like a ghost king couldn't withstand the pressure of this palm, and was heavily pumped out of the air.

What a huge palm this is, covering most of the sky, you can only see the rudiments of the five fingers from a distance, the palm wind formed by the huge force seems to deeply crush the space under the giant palm, a small hill is flattened, dust is flying all over the sky, like a sand city storm, the blowing ink is almost unstable. The huge force made the entire body of the ghost king who was pulled away deeply embedded in the crack in the ground and couldn't move, and the ghost fire in his eyes was about to be extinguished, and he looked like his vitality was greatly damaged. How can you see the cruelty just now. It's just a lamb to the slaughter.

"Master" only heard the Tongzhi Daoist lying on Mo Yan's back muttering.

"Master, could it be Jin Yuan Zhenren, oh my God" The shout of the Tongzhi Taoist was so shocked that Mo Yan's eyes were in a daze, and his upper and lower lips trembled, that is, he couldn't speak, even the sound of a word. "I only heard a few brothers say that the predecessors of the infant period of cultivation are earth-shattering, with the ability to turn over the river and the sea, and the ability to split mountains and rivers, because they have not been seen, so there is no personal touch, and there is no specific concept in the heart, and now, just a palm of Jin Yuan Zhenren who is far away from the true qi condensed has such earth-shaking power, so if the true body of the predecessors of the infant period moves, how terrible it should be, and how devastating it should be. Shocked, deeply shocked, Mo Yan was deeply shocked by this palm.

Just after this palm, two figures appeared in the sky, one step from the flying sand in the sky, the space around the two of them was clear, and the gray sand in the sky did not have a trace of close-up, one of them saw dimly that it looked like a Huangmei Daoist, but at this time, the Huangmei Daoist stood behind a middle-aged man with a respectful face, like a junior child. How can there be a little bit of the pride of the pride of the cultivators. At this time, I saw the middle-aged man gently and casually waved his sleeves, and the wild sand rolled up in the sky was immediately cleared, and the sky suddenly cleared, if it weren't for the dust and dust in his eyes, Mo Yan even wondered if his eyes were wrong about something, and whether the palm just now really existed.

At this time, Mo Yan really took a clear look at Jin Yuanzhen's true face, his head was tied in a bun, he was wearing a gray robe full of gods and demons, a silver-white shiny hair, and the same bewitching eyes as Tongzhi, but his face was even paler than Tongzhi's, if his eyes were not still open, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a corpse. Obviously, the monks of Maoshan are generally unsightly.

Watching Jin Yuan Zhenren approach step by step, Mo Yan could clearly feel the vast spiritual power surging around Jin Yuan Zhenren, and he didn't doubt at all that if Jin Yuan Zhenren wanted to be unfavorable to him, he only needed one look to use the surging spiritual power to flatten him into flesh.

"Master, the apprentice is incompetent" Tongzhi Daoist struggled to stand up, but he was too seriously injured, the last punch of the ghost king, it seemed to break his seven meridians and eight veins and most of the bones of his body, at the beginning of the escape on the way to Tongzhi Daoist consumed a lot of spiritual power, and then in order to cover Mo Yan and Huang Mei and hard to hold on and the ghost king for a long time, it was originally the end of the strong crossbow, in the end or try his best to fight the ghost king's punch, was the ghost king's punch and even the person with the sword blasted away with the serious injury, life is dying, at this time he is full of spiritual power, no half strength, all by will in the support to stand up, he doesn't want to embarrass the master, even if he dies, he has to stand and die, this may be the dignity of the Maoshan monks.

"You did a good job" I only heard Jin Yuan Zhenren say softly, so he picked up the Tongzhi Taoist in the air, pulled him to the front, and slapped Tongzhi's back with a palm, and suddenly a majestic true qi surged out from Jin Yuan Zhenren's palm, and rushed towards the eight veins of Tongzhi's Qi Jing. Tongzhi Taoist people just feel that every cell in the body is breathing, and a steady stream of true qi moistens the injured Qi meridian and eight veins, five internal organs, visible to the naked eye, and the wounds on Tongzhi's body are slowly healing. After a few breaths, Tongzhi stood up miraculously like magic.

"The physical body is no longer in serious trouble, the soul is seriously injured, and it is necessary to recuperate well" "Xie Shizun" After Jin Yuan Zhenren spent the original true qi to heal the injury, most of the injuries of Tongzhi were immediately healed, and it only took a while to say that the soul could be healed after a while of penance.

Jin Yuan Zhenren looked at Mo Yan who was lost on the side and said, "Little guy, you are very good."

At this time, the eyes of the Tongzhi Daoist looking at Mo Yan were also full of gratitude, and he was no longer the same as before. And Huang Mei's eyes looking at Mo Yan were not only relieved, but also seemed to have some envy, that was not, what a chance it must be to be praised by a senior in the infant cultivation stage, not to mention that the object of praise was still a little monk who had not even reached the Qi cultivation period of foundation building. You must know that the difference in strength between the two is not as simple as a chasm, even if it is described as a heavenly guide, it is not an exaggeration, in the whole world, monks are like a rarity compared to mortals, and infant cultivators are even more rare than monks in the Qi cultivation period, if it is not a great opportunity, the two will not have the possibility of meeting at all.

"I didn't expect that in just over a thousand years, another ghost king was born, and it seems that the Wuyue Ancient Battlefield is really a blessed place for my Maoshan faction. As Jin Yuan said this, he saw that a stream of pure spiritual power suddenly poured out of his body, turning into a big hand and grabbing the ghost king deeply embedded in the rock.

Mo Yan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart when he heard Jin Yuan Zhenren's self-talk, such a fierce place can actually be called a blessed land.

I saw that the five fingers of the big hand turned into a cage to imprison the dying ghost king in mid-air, and the ghost fire in the eyes of the ghost king at this time flickered and dimmed, revealing a look of fear, as if a human being was begging bitterly, Jin Yuan Zhenren took out a vial from the storage bag he carried and the same vial as the Tongzhi Taoist in his hand, and sucked the ghost king into it. Then the sleeves rolled up and rolled up everyone and flew towards the Maoshan Mountain Gate.