Above the sky, the ethereal real person stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds at the moment, and looked at the thousand-year-old ghost king dressed as an old farmer not far away with a little indifference on his face.

"You, the ghost king, are not staying in the Netherworld, but you have come to the yang world, are you not afraid that the ghost will arrest you and ask you for your guilt?"

"Haha, if there are really ghosts who come, I am a little afraid, and even now they are still in the Netherlands, but now they are afraid and can't take care of it. The old peasant stood in the void, pulling his old face and laughing loudly.

"Oh, well, since the ghost can't come, I'll knock you out of the underworld. The ethereal real man frowned, as if he had already realized that something might be wrong with the underworld.

"It's up to you? You think too highly of yourself. The old peasant looked at the ethereal real man sarcastically, and seemed to look down on him very much.

"Hmph, let's see the real chapter under our hands. The ethereal real person's face changed, and he seemed to be unhappy in his heart, and snorted coldly.

The ethereal real person raised his hand, and a strange purple cloud emerged in front of him, and the purple clouds gathered more and more, vaguely enveloping the heavens and the earth, and a faint light burst out from the purple clouds.

"Oh? The old peasant stood leisurely in the void, raising his eyes to look at the purple clouds that were accumulating thicker and thicker, and the great sun that was about to form in the purple clouds.

"I'm afraid that you won't be so leisurely later, I'll see how you can stop my purple sun from rising. The ethereal real person looked at the ghost king with cold eyes, and a long sword appeared in his hand again, with a golden crow tattooed on the hilt, and the blade seemed to be plain, even if it was not shiny, but there was a strange aura hidden in it.

In the gradually thick purple clouds, there is a big sun looming, from nothing, from low to high, an unimaginable power of heaven and earth is gradually forming.

The old farmer leisurely took out the mourning stick and put it in his hand, squinting at the ethereal real person, and there seemed to be a murderous flicker in his eyes.

Seeing the weapon in the ghost king's hand, the ethereal real man was slightly stunned, and a sense of foreboding emerged in his heart, although he didn't know what that weapon was, but there was a strange aura in the seemingly ordinary weapon. Although he was vaguely uneasy in his heart, he pointed at the long sword in his hand, and among the purple clouds, pieces of crystal clear ice crystals began to slowly appear, and those ice crystals were like the blades of a long sword.

The old peasant was no longer moved, he knew in his heart that this purple cloud day looked extremely majestic, it was made by gathering the power of heaven and earth, if it wasn't for the weeping and mourning stick, the ghost king would definitely be careful to deal with it, and he would definitely start to condense his general trend at this moment.

The small world of the real person has begun to merge with the heaven and the earth, and it can naturally use the general trend of heaven and earth, so it is indispensable to condense the general trend of the competition.

But the mourning stick in his hand is a ghost artifact, and the ghost is not comparable to a real person, at least it is an existence that has survived the four or nine heavenly tribulations, and it is even possible to become a god and an immortal, and as an artifact of the ghost of the underworld, it will naturally not be a small return to the void that can resist.

"No, this old ghost must have something to rely on, otherwise how could he watch me gather the general momentum, is it really related to the weapon in his hand? But I have never seen this weapon, a treasure based on a big stick? and it can be used by ghost cultivators, is that one?" The ethereal real man's face changed, and he seemed to think of some bad situation.

"It's not good, if it's really that treasure, then I'm in danger, but he's just a small thousand-year-old ghost king, and he's just returning to the realm, how can he get that treasure? The ethereal real man couldn't stop looking at the mourning stick in the ghost king's hand, and his eyes revealed uneasiness.

At this moment, the ethereal real human sword pointed, and the purple clouds in the sky went towards the ghost king, this purple cloud in the sky is not comparable to the black clouds made by the bird-headed ghost generals in the Ten Directions Secret Array, it is just the product of the combination of the light spiritual qi borrowed by the large array and the very little Nine Shadows Qi, but at this moment, the purple cloud is the real heaven and earth aura condensation, and there is a sword blade turned by the aura, and between the mighty and mighty, it is the real heaven and earth greatness poured out, this kind of power, in an instant, can collapse the ten directions of the great array, and the ten ghost generals in the town are only afraid that they will be annihilated in an instant。

The old farmer looked at the purple clouds that were pouring in, the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, the mourning stick in his hand waved forward, and an indescribable momentum burst out, only to see the souls of injustice outside the sky flying around, a sharp and piercing sound shook the earth, a ghostly light flashed, splitting the purple clouds in the sky horizontally, and a gap several zhang wide separated the purple clouds left and right.

The ghostly light passed through the purple clouds and headed straight for the ethereal real person.

Seeing the ghost light coming straight ahead, the ethereal real person turned around and flashed, barely avoiding the ghostly light.

"Haha, what if you let you condense the general trend of heaven and earth, I don't know if this treasure of mine can still be as good as your eyes. The old peasant looked at the embarrassed and avoided the ghostly light, and did not look up to the sky and laughed.

At this moment, the ethereal real person's face was heavy, and he already knew in his heart that the weapon was the legendary ghost messenger treasure crying stick, only to see him secretly take out a purple talisman and pinch it in the palm of his hand, and silently muttered in his heart, "Please come to the rescue with the Ziyang Heavenly Banner." In an instant, the purple talisman in his hand turned into a cloud of green smoke and disappeared into the palm of his hand.

In the ghost village, the war has broken out at this moment, although the number of monks is far less than that of the ghosts, but with the existence of the three peak gods of the Mercy Master, the Xuanling Master and the Heavenly Martial Dao Man, the situation is almost one-sided.

The phantom of the big Buddha of the Master of Mercy, as soon as he palmed it, a piece of powerful ghosts turned into black smoke, and Master Xuanling's Bodhisattva Dharma Body did not seem to be inferior, and every blow had a powerful ghost die.

And the Tianwu Dao people directly found the god and ghost general, and where the sword passed, it took at least two ghost generals to resist, that is, the two King Kongs behind Liu Bai had already broken away and went to the ghost soldiers to kill.

Every time he kills a ghost soldier, he will be converted into soul power by the Buddha's light, and then absorbed by the Vajra Dharma Body, just like that, the Dade Vajra Dharma Body behind Liu Bai is about to condense and form, and it will become more and more real.

Liu Bai vaguely felt that his Great Virtue Vajra Dharma Body was about to become a god, and he had a premonition in his heart that the time of Dacheng was the time to achieve the post-god realm, but he became more and more uneasy in his heart, and the speed of this promotion was that he felt weird, as if he had never had a bottleneck, as long as he had enough soul power, he could continue to be promoted. This feeling made him feel uneasy and fearful in his heart, as if there was an invisible hand pulling him to promote rapidly.

Liu Bai only felt a tremor in his heart, and the Great Virtue Vajra Dharma Body behind him was directly completed, and at the same time, under the effect of a steady stream of soul power, the appearance of the Great Brave Vajra in his sea began to emerge.

This time, the promotion was silent, neither the praise of the Buddhas, nor the sound of Zen, everything just fell into place.

At that moment, a strange memory reappeared in Liu Bai's mind.