As soon as this ghost king appeared, a faint smile appeared on Chen Feng's ancestor's face. In the flash of his divine thoughts, the ghost king had already moved behind Fang Ling in an instant, and a faint green fluorescence swept towards Fang Ling fiercely.

The secluded blue sand fire, the world's famous yin fire, in terms of power, is still a few points stronger than the three flavors of true fire.

Facing the rolling Yin Fire, Fang Ling's expression did not move, he flicked his fingers, and a black light swept towards the gloomy blue sand fire.

The black light flashed, and a large area of the gloomy blue sand fire disappeared without a trace, but for this result, Chen Feng Ancestor was not the slightest surprised.

It can be said that he had already thought of this situation, after all, Fang Ling was cultivating the Xuanqi Dafa, and he had already understood this kind of Xuanqi Dafa, which was known as the first exercise of the Divine Sect.

What's more, he didn't have any hope, just a gloomy blue sand, he would be able to defeat Fang Ling.

With a slight finger of his finger towards the Nine Ghost King Wheels, a skeleton-like Ghost King rushed out from the Nine Ghost King Wheels.

In the hands of this ghost king, he held a dark chain, and the moment this ghost king appeared, he directly bolted it towards Fang Ling with the chain.

That chain turned into hundreds in an instant, and it was difficult for ordinary monks to distinguish which one was true and which one was false.

Fang Ling's divine sense had already surpassed that of the ordinary Yuan Infant Stage, although the chains of the Nine Ghost Kings were somewhat useful, how could they affect his divine sense!

In the flash of his divine thoughts, Fang Ling had already seen which one was a real chain, and he stretched out his palm to urge the blood pattern mana. A thick layer of armor was already shrouded in the palm of his hand.

Fang Ling's palm didn't stretch out quickly. But in the eyes of everyone, the chains that were urged by the ghost king. But he fell into Fang Ling's palm.

Such an abnormal scene made Chen Feng's Old Ancestor frightened, and at this moment, he also understood more and more that Fang Ling was ten times more clever than he imagined!

If he didn't have this Nine Ghost King Wheel, I'm afraid he really wouldn't be Fang Ling's opponent, thinking that he was actually surpassed by a junior like Fang Ling in terms of cultivation, the resentment in his heart increased by two points.

With a flick of his fingers. A stream of essence light poured into the Nine Ghost King Wheel, and in just an instant, the other seven Ghost Kings also appeared from the Nine Ghost King Wheel.

These seven ghost kings had different forms, and each of them held a blade, and the moment they flew out, they surrounded Fang Ling in the middle.

At this time, Fang Ling had already snatched the chain from the hand of the ghost king holding the chain, and he didn't know what this chain was made of, and his whole body was cold. Urged by Fang Ling with the Xuanqi Dafa, it was six points stronger than that of the Ghost King.

Figures converged from all directions. A Jindan-level battle can cause changes in heaven and earth, not to mention that Fang Ling and Chen Feng Ancestor are both Yuanying-level cultivators.

Among these people who came. Most of them are Jindan real people, but there are also four or five Yuan Infant Ancestors.

They looked at Fang Ling, who was holding the Ghost King's chain. They all frowned, although Chen Feng's Ancestor was attacking amazingly. The nine-headed ghost kings were all doubled in size, but Fang Ling's leisureliness could be seen by anyone.

From the beginning to the present, Fang Ling has not fought back much.

"Friend vaginal, this fellow Daoist is a little embarrassed, do you know why he got into a fight with Daoyou Chen Feng?" asked a middle-aged scribe who looked to be in his forties and asked Yin Yuniang softly.

The scribe was dressed in a white robe, and his whole person gave people a feeling of being ethereal and out of the dust, but Yin Yuniang's gaze at him was not friendly.

However, Yin Yu Niang seemed to be very scruples about this person, so after hesitating for a moment, she still said in a deep voice: "This Fang Daoyou is also from the Thousand Bamboo Sect, and the two of them have a little grudge. ”

The man smiled and said, "The little grudge is still so intense, I really didn't expect it, but how did the Nine Ghost King Wheel fall into the hands of the Thousand Bamboo Sect." ”

Speaking of this, there was a hint of coldness in the man's eyes and said: "According to the records of the classics of this sect, this should be the magic weapon that the ancestor of this sect practiced back then." ”

Yin Yuniang stopped saying anything at this time, although she was not afraid of people, she was not willing to offend the madmen who sneered at the way of heaven.

Don't look at this man is gentle and elegant, but as long as you know the origin of this man, you are willing to stay away from this man.

Scorning the Heavenly Dao is also one of the six sects of the Scorning God, the disciples of this sect are scarce, compared with the tens of thousands of disciples of the Thousand Bamboo Sect, there are only a dozen big cats and kittens of the Sneering Heavenly Dao, which is really a small sect.

However, its ranking among the six sects of the scorning gods was only below the Thousand Bamboo Sect.

And the reason why this is so is because the monks who scorn the way of heaven believe that everything can be killed, especially those who are guilty of scorning the gods, and they must be killed.

There is also a special place in this Heavenly Dao, that is, no matter how few of them are, there must be a primordial ancestor in each generation.

And he is also a Yuan Infant Ancestor with extremely strong combat effectiveness, as far as this middle-aged scribe is concerned, although he has just advanced to the middle Yuan Infant Period, but the average Yuan Infant Late Stage monk may not be able to defeat this person.

This is also the reason why Yin Yuniang doesn't like to sneer at Heavenly Dao, but she doesn't want to offend him.

"Sure enough, it's the Nine Ghost King Wheels!" a sigh came out of the mouth of an old man with white hair and white beard.

He looked at the Nine Ghost King Wheel that was getting bigger, and said faintly: "If Great Elder Zhuge had this wheel in his hands back then, he would not necessarily lose to Yan Shenzhou. ”

As soon as this person's words came out, Yin Yuniang and the others were silent, although Zhuge Cangsheng was their pride, but with this Nine Ghost King Wheel in hand, Zhuge Cangsheng really wouldn't have lost to Yan Shenzhou back then?

The ranking of the Blood Transformation Dafa, in the Cult of the Gods, is far above the Nine Ghost King Wheel.

This white-haired and white-bearded old man is the great elder of the Ten Thousand Poison Pavilion among the six sects of the Scorning God, this person's cultivation is the same as Yin Yu Niang, and he is also in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, but the poison refined by the Ten Thousand Poison Pavilion is unguardable.

What's more, in recent times, I heard that the Ten Thousand Poison Pavilion and the sect in the 100,000 Great Mountains had united and started to envoy poisons, which made people even more fearful.

Compared with the sigh of the Nine Ghost King Wheel, these primordial ancestors inquired the most about Fang Ling's origin. After all, Fang Ling was strolling around and fighting against the nine ghost kings, and this kind of calmness had already made many people have scruples in their hearts.

"He is Fang Ling, he still wanted to fight with him back then, but he lost his trace, and today I see that he has also been promoted to Yuanying, it is really worthy of my Xue Mourning Sect!" A cold voice suddenly came from the void.

The originally plain sky suddenly gave birth to a piece of blood, and under this rolling blood, a man who was also wearing a red shirt walked over.

This man looked to be in his thirties, his eyes were blood-red, and he didn't care about the bloody aura on his body at all.

If the man shrouded his momentum over the body of the monk below the Yuan Infant level, it would be reasonable, but this time, he did not even let go of those who were also Yuan Infant Ancestors.

Yin Yu Niang's face turned cold, and the man's actions like this clearly did not take them to heart.

And the white-clothed scribe who was born in the way of heaven and scorned the way of heaven had a grim smile rising on his face. His faint murderous intent can be seen by anyone.

Several killing attempts shrouded the blood-clothed man, but the blood-clothed man didn't seem to notice it at all.

"Nine turns of reincarnation!" Chen Feng Ancestor shouted, the magic trick in his hand urged a little faster, and the nine ghost kings flew to the treasure wheel that had become bigger than a grinding disc almost simultaneously with Chen Feng's urging.

Reincarnation nine turns, the soul is scattered!

This was the strongest attack of the Nine Ghost King Wheel, and the moment Chen Feng Old Ancestor hit this attack, he had a feeling of wanting to vomit blood.

Although he forced his blood pressure down to spit out, his Yuan Ying was hurt a lot at this moment.

The original radiant Yuan Ying had dimmed a lot at this time, and according to Chen Feng's own estimate, even if he had good medicinal cultivation, it would take at least half a year to fully recover.

Half a year doesn't sound like a long time, but the recent changes in Nanchu make it possible to fight for life and death at any point.

can't exert all his strength, if he dies unjustly in the hands of others, then it makes people ......

Thinking of this, the hatred in Chen Feng's Ancestor's heart became a little more, and his idea of killing Fang Ling became even stronger.

A pale whirlpool rose from the Nine Ghost King Wheel and directly covered Fang Ling.

And at the moment when this whirlpool flew out, the Great Elder of the Ten Thousand Poison Pavilion had already shouted loudly: "All the cultivators below the Yuan Infant should immediately retreat. ”

Although his shouting was fast, many monks who were already feeling bad also desperately retreated, but there were still monks who couldn't dodge.

A Thousand Bamboo Sect monk in the middle stage of foundation building, still more than ten zhang away from the pale whirlpool, just because he was too late to dodge, the moment the whirlpool swept by, he stood on the ground with dull eyes.

He didn't die, but it was almost the same as dead, because at this time, the primordial spirit in his body was already gone.

Without the primordial spirit, naturally it cannot be called a living person.

The unfortunate encounter of this foundation building monk made many foundation building monks who were not far from him happy, and their cultivation was not necessarily better than that of this unlucky companion.

But then, they turned their gaze to Fang Ling, who was already covered by the whirlpool. The whirlpool just now was separated by a distance of dozens of zhang, and it was able to kill people in the air, but now Fang Ling could resist it?

At the moment when the whirlpool approached, Fang Ling also felt a tremor in his heart, but his Yuan Shen had already cultivated harder than diamonds, and he calmed down just by urging the spell.

It was the first time Fang Ling had encountered such a powerful magic weapon that attracted people's hearts, he had already seen the power of this treasure wheel at this time, where did he have the heart to continue to entangle with Chen Feng Ancestor?

As soon as he patted his small Qiankun bag, the black magic flag flew out of the small Qiankun bag. Gently shook the Demon Banner a few times, and more than a dozen black rays of light swept towards the Nine Ghost King Wheels. (To be continued......)