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As an elder of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, Xiaotiangu is already in the middle of the Yuan Infant Sect with a single cultivation, and his skills are not far behind that of the Yuan Infant Great Cultivator.

Some time ago, one of his disciples stationed in the Land of Chaos sent a message that a Netherworld Divine Stone appeared in a Yin Canyon in the Land of Chaos.

The Netherworld Divine Stone is the treasure of the ghost path cultivator's refining magic weapon, which is superior to the ten thousand years of spiritual objects, and can only be generated by chance in places where the yin and evil qi is strong.

This disciple of his, while stabilizing several other deacons in the Chaos Land, sent a message to him with the secret technique of the ghost path between the master and the apprentice, and this led to the Chaos Land line.

With his status as an elder in the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, although he was only a cultivator in the middle of the Yuan Infant Sect, his skills were not bad, and even the great monks in the sect were also a little polite, and personally drove to the chaotic place, and he took the Netherworld Divine Stone into his pocket.

With the Netherworld Divine Stone, you can refine a powerful defensive magic weapon, and after being warmed in the body for a period of time, you will have a few more means of self-defense, and it will not be easy for the Yuanying Great Monk to break the defensive magic weapon refined by this thing.

Xiaotian Gu was secretly happy to return to the West Sea, and before he could fly out of the chaotic land, he let out a light sigh and chased after him.

A ray of light staggered past him, and it didn't stop at all, as if he didn't see him.

This person is surrounded by ghosts, and he appeared in the chaotic place, since he is a monk of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, he didn't come to pay his respects when he saw his retreat, so he ignored it, where was the face of the elder of the sect?

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When Zhang Yang arrived at the chaotic place, he put Xiaohong into the spirit beast bag, sacrificed the ghost path flying magic weapon and the thousand soul beads he had obtained in the past, disguised himself as a ghost path monk, and flew in the direction where Xuanzhou was located.

Who knew that he met a ghost cultivator in the middle of the Yuan Infant on the way, Zhang Yang secretly said that he was unlucky, and he staggered with this ghost cultivator without stopping at all, but the other party chased after him after a pause.

When it comes to escape, Zhang Yang is not as fast as the other party. I had to stop.

"Huh, aren't you my Ten Thousand Ghost Sect monk?" An elegant man dressed as a white-clothed scribe appeared, looked at Zhang Yang and said softly, recognizing his identity at a glance.

"I've seen my seniors. Zhang Yang smiled bitterly and saluted, in front of the real ghost monk, he was still a mid-Yuan Infant monk, and some of his small methods were difficult to hide from the other party.

"I'm in a good mood today. Hand over the storage bag and the spirit beast bag, and take your life. The white-clothed scribe swept his gaze over several storage bags and spirit beast bags on Zhang Yang's waist, and said lightly.

"I'm just afraid of the storage bag below, and the seniors are holding hot hands. Zhang Yang put away his smiling face, with his knowledge, how could he not know that it was difficult to be good. As soon as he opened his mouth and spit out, the pocket-sized Xuantie Sword flew out.

The pocket small sword turned into the size of an ordinary flying sword, and turned into thirteen with a slight flicker, and the thirteen flying swords each flickered into thirty-nine, and each of them turned into more than ten zhang in size.

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand a little. Thirty-nine giant swords burst into bright flames and shot towards the white-clothed scribe.

The white-clothed scribe was shocked, and when he really started to move, the other party's mana fluctuations were not weaker than those of the early Yuan Infant monks, and the natal magic weapon sacrificed was even more impressive, and it was so powerful!

Secretly regretting it, the white-clothed scribe raised his hand, and a small black shield flew out of his sleeve. He pinched a spell with both hands, and turned into a huge shield surrounded by black qi in front of him.

After the white-clothed scribe sacrificed the defensive magic weapon, the light in his hand flashed, and a small black banner appeared, and the black light flashed into the size of a zhangyu, and with a slight flicker, ghosts appeared in the sky in an instant.

This thing is the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner that Zhang Yang has seen. But among the ghosts in the sky, a middle-aged man dressed as a black-clothed scribe appeared, and his body exuded an aura that was not weaker than that of a monk in the early Yuan Infant period, full of ghost energy.

After the ghost thing advances to the ghost king, it can generate spiritual intelligence. After advancing to the Ghost Emperor, you can transform into a human form!

A mouthful of flame greatsword slammed into the black giant shield one after another, and in just a dozen strokes, this defensive magic weapon was smashed in half.

At this time, a middle-aged man dressed as a black-clothed scribe, his body turned into a green-faced and fanged ghost creature for a moment, opened his mouth and sucked it into his mouth, and the ghost thing flying out of the ten thousand ghost flags was sucked into his mouth, and his body changed from the size of more than one zhang to a hundred zhang of huge.

This hundred-zhang giant, blue-faced and fanged giant ghost thing, the aura on its body also skyrocketed, and it actually released a coercion comparable to that of the Yuanying Great Monk, and a huge pair of fists swept away, and the flame giant sword that shot out flew away.

Seeing such a scene, the white-clothed scribe showed a little smile on his face, it was with the help of cultivating a ghost emperor in the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners that he had the ability to compete with the Yuanying Great Monk.

The Ghost King's advancement to the Ghost Emperor is far more difficult than that of the human monks to advance to the Yuan Infant, looking at the Yuan Infant Monk of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, there are only a few people in the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners who have the Ghost Emperor and the Infant Sect, and he must be counted.

Zhang Yang's eyes froze, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he sank into the thirty-nine flame giant sword, pinched his hands again and again, and snorted softly.

"Extreme!"

Thirty-nine flame giant swords flashed with light, turning into a flame giant sword of hundreds of zhang, slashing at the giant ghost creature with blue face and fangs, and the ghost and sword fought together, which was on par.

Seeing such a scene, the white-clothed scribe was also shocked, although the other party's mana was not weaker than that of the early Yuan Infant monk, but it was clearly a monk of the ninth turn of Jindan, how could he have such a means?

Could it be a monk of the Unified Sect who cultivates the Ninety-Nine Xuangong?

The Ten Thousand Ghost Sect and the Guiyi Sect have always been opposed, the white-clothed scribe sneered, and with a mouth, another natal magic weapon that was warmed in his body flew out, which was a green and faint pocket sword.

The pocket sword turned into a green flying sword and slashed at the opponent, extremely fast.

Zhang Yang's reaction was not slow, as soon as he raised his hand, an earthy yellow round mirror flew out of his sleeve, and he stretched out his hand to hit it with a little mana, and a yellow light shot out from the round mirror, and it went up to the green flying sword.

The yellow light shrouded the green flying sword, which immediately fixed the green flying sword in the air and quickly fell downward.

This earthy yellow round mirror ancient treasure fell into Zhang Yang's hands, and when he used his mana, it was much more powerful than in Liu Yize's hands.

Seeing this, the white-clothed scribe's face was even more shocked, the other party's natal magic weapon had already made the Yuanying monk ashamed, and he even had a strange treasure to protect himself, could it be the descendant of the ancestor of the Guiyi Sect?

Without allowing him to think too much, a pitch-black flame spat out from the mouth of the white-clothed scribe, attached to the green flying sword and burned, and in a few breaths, the yellow light was smelted, and the green flying sword that escaped from the trap stabbed at the other party.

(Thank you Daoyou for the reward after the rain, thank you for giving up your dream for you, Lai Yuejing, the blue skeleton, the monthly ticket of the blood wolf smoke, and the rabbit!)