Beiyin Great Sage

A beautiful figure appeared beside her, and said slowly:

"This is the existence you let me attach to?"

Qianying has exquisite facial features and a dignified temperament. Wearing colorful clothes on her body does not look gaudy at all, but looks like a flying fairy.

It was Xue Baimei, one of the elders of the Jushan Gang.

She and Cai Yuzhen are old friends, and both are female seventh ranks. They have been helping newspaper groups in Jushan for many years, but now they have their own ideas.

Cai Yuzhen voted for Zhou Jia early on, while Xue Baimei was interested in Yuguizong.

Needless to say, the advantages of joining the Ghost Sect are that it is easy to enjoy the shade by leaning against a big tree, but it is difficult to get ahead even at the seventh level due to the luxuriant branches and leaves of the big tree.

So I also considered switching to other places.

But for Zhou Jia, a person whose cultivation, strength, and identity and background are all a mystery, he has some concerns in his heart, and it is difficult to make a decision.

"Too impulsive."

Looking into the distance, Xue Baimei shook his head and said:

"Old monster Sang is a species of longevity, with the body of a heavenly ghost. Even the master of the ghost control sect wants to sell him a little bit of noodles, but Zhou Yi took the initiative to provoke him."

"My lord is not that kind of person." Cai Yuzhen said indifferently:

"Old Freak Sang must have done something to violate the Lord's taboo, otherwise it wouldn't be like this."

"So what?" Xue Baimei snorted softly:

"In this world, the strong are respected. There are many people who don't like Old Monster Sang, but after so many years, who dares to provoke him?"

"Hmm..." Cai Yuzhen tilted her head:

"Baimei, you seem to be sure that the Lord is not the opponent of Old Monster Sang?"

"What?" Xue Baimei raised her eyebrows:

"Do you think Zhou Yi has a chance of winning?"

"I don't know." Cai Yuzhen said blankly:

"But the lord is definitely not a reckless person. Since he dared to come this time, he is naturally not afraid. I have never seen him lose since I know the lord."

"Really?" Xue Baimei's beautiful eyes flashed:

"Then we'll wait and see."

……

……

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"78!"

"79!"

"..."

"85!"

Tianhe was still counting unhurriedly, each word was like a heavy hammer hitting Fu Longze's heart, making him breathless.

He wanted to make trouble, but he didn't dare.

At this time, people from the Ghost Sect had already appeared nearby, and a formation covering several blocks in the vicinity separated the inside and outside.

The distance of one hundred breaths has passed, and there are few pedestrians below.

"Zhou Yi."

The ground trembled, as if a huge heart was beating slowly, and Old Monster Sang's suppressed anger came from below:

"Since you insist on courting death, then I will fulfill you!"

"boom!"

Before the words fell, a puff of black smoke burst out of the ground, like an oolong roll, pounced on Zhou Jia's place with the sound of howling ghosts and gods.

"die!"

The word death is like an imperial order issued by the gods in the Nether Jedi.

Sound out.

The hundreds of people who were close to each other and had no time to escape in the future all fell to the ground, deprived of all their vitality, and their death rushed straight to the figure above.

"Humph!"

Zhou Jia snorted softly, shook Tianhe away with a wave of his hand, and turned into a thunderbolt and slammed into the black smoke.

Yu Lei Slash!

Magical skill!

The thunder ax descended from the sky, as if tearing apart the heavens and the earth, recreating chaos, and the power of the thunder, which was as strong as the sun, was the nemesis of black smoke.

With just one touch, the black smoke melted away.

"Peng!"

The sound of collision sounded, and the two figures revealed the void.

Zhou Jia's muscles were bulging, and he was standing in the air with a huge ax in his hand; the opposite person was dressed in a black robe, his face was hidden under the hood, and his black staff was shaking gently in his hand.

"Sang Lao!"

Fu Longze's eye sockets twitched.

In any case, he never thought that with just one blow, the old monster Sang who never showed his true face was forced out of his real body.

even,

The situation is still slightly below.

"thunder!"

A pair of dark eyes under the black robe looked directly at Zhou Jia, and his voice was hoarse:

"Good ax technique, good lightning control technique, such a talent, you really are legendary, no wonder you dare to trouble me."

"A lot of nonsense."

Zhou Jia stepped forward with an axe, and his figure instantly appeared in front of the opponent. The huge ax blade turned into a cold light, and slashed down fiercely on the head.

The simple moves, performed in his hands, impressively integrated the origin technique, the secret technique, and the martial technique.

Even if it is in sight, it cannot be avoided or escaped.

"when……"

The melodious collision sounded again.

The contact points of the ax blade and the staff made ripples visible to the naked eye, and the body of Old Monster Sang fell downwards involuntarily.

"what!"

With the sound of a roar, Old Monster Sang swayed and rushed against the trend.

"Ugh..."

As he waved the staff in his hand, streams of black smoke came out of it, and suddenly it seemed like thousands of ghosts were crying and the sound of magic entered his head.

The corpse on the ground instantly turned into a mummy, and all the essence of the flesh was swept away by it.

Not just corpses!

The vegetation is withered, the rocks are dry and cracked, and the houses are turned into dust. It seems that everything has come to the end of life, and everything has died.

Even Zhou Jia felt the qi and blood in his body was surging endlessly, his strength was exhausted, his spirit was weak, and his movements were even momentarily slow.

As an old immortal who has lived for tens of thousands of years, Old Monster Sang's background is so deep that it can be called terrifying.

If it weren't for the ghost-controlling sect's formation, the dementor sound alone would have killed a quarter of the people in the core of the southern district on the spot.

"Peng!"

"when……"

The crash sounded again.

This time, Zhou Jia was obviously at a disadvantage, and Dao Dao rushed forward with black smoke with long tail flames in an orderly manner, scattering the thunder in all directions.

Not only the cultivation background, but also the secret technique, Xuanbing, and old monster Sang are not bad.

"it is good!"

Zhou Jia raised his head to the sky and screamed, his eyes lit up, and his whole body almost turned into a statue of thunder, waving a huge ax and rushing towards the black smoke:

"That's enough to see."

He knew that he was not weak anymore, but he didn't know how strong he was.

After all, the opponents he has encountered in these years, even if they are at the seventh level, can't give him the slightest pressure. Now it seems that only the longevity species can do it.

Yu Lei Slash!

Lightning strikes in all directions, axes dance wildly in the sky.

The two fought, the blade of the ax and the staff collided, the roar swept across, the ground suddenly sunken, and a bottomless pit appeared.

Old Monster Sang's face was gloomy, and anger accumulated in his heart.

Zhou Jia's thunder power is exactly his nemesis. Although there are still some methods that have not been used, it seems that he has already fallen into a disadvantage.

Damn!

Gritting his steel teeth, his body instantly blurred, appearing behind Zhou Jia, with his staff pointing forward.

He is the body of a heavenly ghost, his physical body is between the virtual and the real, and he is not good at confronting head-on, and arresting souls and seizing ghosts is his forte.

Even a thought can control a shadow ghost with a sixth-level silver cultivation base.

"Peng!"

The staff collided with the thunder, and black smoke and thunder burst out.

Zhou Jia's body trembled slightly, and he was about to arouse his violent traits when he opened his eyes, but suddenly he frowned, and retreated violently at the same time as Old Monster Sang.

"enough!"

A cold voice sounded in the field:

"Don't forget what this place is? If you really want to destroy the southern district, will you give up?"

"Five Ghost Boys!"

"Sect Master of Ghost Control Sect!"

Old Monster Sang and Zhou Jia spoke in unison, and the two looked at each other, and slowly put away the aura that was about to move from their bodies.

The visitor was short in stature and looked like a dwarf. He was dressed in a purple robe and had a coercive face.

The five ghost boys have five incarnations outside the body, and the one in the field should be only one of them.

"Humph!"

The purple-robed dwarf snorted and said:

"Sang, what's going on?"

"It's nothing."

Old Monster Sang said in a muffled voice:

"Someone is just finding fault on purpose."

"Really?" The purple-robed dwarf's face remained unchanged. He looked at Zhou Jia, and his voice was much more relaxed than when he was facing Old Monster Sang:

"Zhou Daoyou, what happened?"

"Simple." Zhou Jia shook his wrist, and the Thunder Ax and Divine Scepter in his hand suddenly turned into a thunder chain, and plunged towards the ground.

"Crash..."

The chain extended infinitely until it penetrated into the ground, pulling a figure out.

The figure with a pale complexion and frightened eyes was Fang Zhensun.