The country romantic little doctor king

Chen Yang's Xuanhuang Dao Physique is unparalleled in the world and is one of the most powerful physiques in the universe. It has reached the seventh level of Qi refining. It is comparable to the great masters in the late stage of Qi refining in the martial arts world. He can crush Dafa cultivators like ants.

There is also a rare sacred artifact in the world, the Medicine King Cauldron.

The number of holy artifacts that exist in the world can probably be counted on one hand, and they can be said to be extremely rare.

This is Chen Yang's confidence, he is not afraid even if he goes to the lair of the Corpse Ghost Sect.

However, although the sacred medicine king cauldron is powerful, it consumes real energy to activate it.

Coupled with the battle just now, Chen Yang was panting and exhausted at the moment.

Huofeng stood quietly not far away, lost in thought, making a decision in his heart whether to return the red sword to this boy.

If you don't return it, this kid is so scary. If he does anything to you, it will be really hard to handle.

But if you return it, ten thousand people will not be able to bear it!

She regarded this knife as if it were life.

At this time, Chen Yang turned around and walked towards her.

"Damn it, what is he going to do? Does he want the knife back?"

Huofeng suddenly swallowed and put the knife behind his back.

Just like a little girl hiding her beloved toy and not wanting to give it away.

Just when he was thinking about how to act rogue and take this knife for himself, he suddenly saw behind Chen Yang, in the big hole that had just been smashed by the Medicine King Cauldron, a streak of blood suddenly rose up, and the blood wrapped in the A shadow quickly fled away.

Although the shadow was a bit blurry, it was not difficult for Huo Feng to recognize that it was Gui Lao Qi.

The old guy was not completely dead, but still had a trace of his soul left behind, and he used some secret method to escape.

"Handsome guy, be careful behind you, that old guy is not dead and is about to run away..." Huo Feng shouted anxiously.

When Chen Yang heard the sound, he looked back and found a trace of Gui Lao Qi's remnant soul. He smiled coldly, moved the clouds under his feet, and at the same time smashed the Medicine King Cauldron in his hand again.

"You bitch, you're dead. Even if I die, I still have to pass the news back to the Ghost Sect. You just wait to be retaliated by the Ghoul Sect. I, the seventh ghost, am only the seventh elder in the Ghoul Sect. There are many elders who are more powerful than me. No matter what means you use, there will only be one ending, and that is death!" Gui Laoqi said fiercely.

The remnant soul was very vague. It had been scattered and was condensed by secret techniques. It could not last long. Even if the master of the Corpse Ghost Sect took action, he would be unable to save him. He was already dead.

He hated Chen Yang so much that he couldn't bear to swallow it. He had to pass the news back to the sect and let Chen Yang be avenged by the zombie sect. Only in this way could he relieve the hatred in his heart and put a smile on his face.

However, they only rushed a few dozen meters away, and with a bang, the Medicine King Cauldron arrived.

In an instant, dirt flew everywhere, and a large hole with a diameter of two meters was directly smashed on the ground.

Gui Laoqi's remnant soul was hit, and the blood wrapped in it dimmed a lot, but it was still not dead. After rushing out, he still wanted to escape.

"Humph, old guy, you want to escape, is it possible?"

Chen Yang rushed over with Liuyun Tiaokong and slapped the bloody light. When he wanted to grab it, he found that the bloody light was very cunning and rushed out from between his fingers.

"Hahaha, little beast, you can't catch me, and you can't kill me. This is the secret blood escape method of the Corpse Ghost Sect. It can protect the soul for up to a day. When I send the news back to the sect, it will be you. The day of death." The remnant soul of Ghost Lao Qi said with a ferocious smile.

"Really? Are you so confident that I can't break your bullshit blood escape secret technique?" Chen Yang smiled faintly, with an expression on his face full of confidence, and shouted softly: "Thunder!"

As soon as he finished speaking, lightning flashes suddenly appeared in his palm.

The lightning was different from ordinary thunder and lightning. It was actually golden.

"My black and yellow divine thunder is the most supreme secret thunder technique in the world. Let's see if I can break your bullshit blood escape secret technique?"

"What? Are you the Black and Yellow Divine Thunder?"

Gui Laoqi was desperate when he heard that. The Xuanhuang Divine Thunder was the most supreme divine thunder in the universe. During the heyday of immortal cultivation eons ago, it was a divine thunder that would appear only after ascending through tribulations and descending through thunder tribulations.

Rumble!

The thunder exploded, and the black and yellow divine thunder penetrated directly into the blood-colored light curtain, bombarding Gui Laoqi's remaining soul indiscriminately.

The small bloody light curtain seemed to turn into a thundering purgatory.

"Ahhh!"

Gui Laoqi let out a painful and shrill howl.

He never dreamed that Chen Yang was so terrifying, not only possessing a ball of heaven and earth fire, but also riding a horse and knowing the thunder method, and it was also the legendary black and yellow divine thunder.

There was a bang, and blood exploded.

The last remaining soul was wiped out, and Gui Laoqi was completely dead.

……

At the same time, in far-off Xiangxi, in a deep mountain forest isolated from the world, a huge palace complex was hidden under a formation. From the outside, it looked like a primitive forest, but there was something else going on inside.

This hall hidden under the magic circle is the lair of the Corpse Ghost Sect.

The formation was cold, groggy, and full of ghosts. All the buildings were gray and black, with no color at all, just like a ghostly hell.

If ordinary people lived in such an environment, they would be driven crazy in a few days. It was simply no place for people.

At this moment, in the largest palace in the middle, an old man wearing a blood-colored robe was sitting cross-legged on the ground, meditating and practicing. His hands were like holding Tai Chi, constantly changing, making different seals.

The howling wind shuttled between his palms, weeping and complaining, as if he was practicing some kind of wind technique.

"Nine Nether Fires."

The old man in blood robe suddenly shouted loudly.

Following his loud shout, the howling wind that lingered between his palms suddenly burned and turned into a miserable blue flame.

Oh oh oh!

The flames emitted strange roars, weeping and complaining, like the background music in a ghost movie. It was so eerie that it made people shudder and make their scalp numb.

If you look carefully, you will find wandering ghosts wailing in the flames.

The Nine Netherworld Fire, also known as the Ghost Fire, is a flame formed by using ghost souls as fuel.

This kind of flame is very strange. It does not burn the human body, but only burns the soul.

If attacked by this kind of flame, the physical body will appear to be fine, but the soul will have turned into ashes.

Moreover, this kind of flame has the tenacious vitality of a karmic fire. It is like a maggot attached to a bone. Once it is contaminated, it is difficult to extinguish it. It will not extinguish itself until the soul is completely burned.

After the soul is burned cleanly, the devoured soul will feed back the Nine Netherworld Fire, making this flame stronger.

In other words, by constantly killing people and devouring souls, the Nine Netherworld Fire can become more and more powerful, with no upper limit.

It is conceivable that after devouring hundreds of millions of people, this kind of flame will be so powerful that it is no longer a legend to massacre a city with a single thought.

puff!

Unfortunately, the small green flame went out after only burning for more than ten seconds.

"Alas, it's still a little short of a fire." The old man in blood robe sighed and said to himself: "If I can refine the Nine Netherworld Fire, maybe it can help me break through the last half step and step into the realm of cultivating the law. To At this time, who else in the nine continents can be seen by me?"

The blood-robed old man had a cold and arrogant face, wisps of blood beating around him, and the rustling sound of the blood-colored robe made him look like a demon in hell.

"Master, no good, something big has happened..."

At this moment, a disciple staggered into the hall, breathing heavily and shouting loudly.

"It's rough and rough, what's the appearance? What's going on?" the old man in blood robe asked in a deep voice.

His identity is the head of the Corpse Ghost Sect, named Gui Ming, a great heavenly master who has reached the pinnacle of Taoism through cultivation.

At this level, he is already at the pinnacle of the world of law cultivation, and there are only a few people in the world who can rival him in the realm of law cultivation.

"Master, the Seventh Elder, his soul card is broken." The disciple said through gritted teeth, with a look of panic on his face.

"What did you say? The seventh elder's soul card was broken? When did it happen?" The face of the leader Guiming suddenly changed, he grabbed the disciple's neck and slipped Renti in front of him, his whole body filled with murderous aura.

There are eight guardian elders in the Corpse Ghost Sect, namely the first ghost, the second ghost, the third ghost... all the way up to the eighth ghost.

Each of these eight law-protecting elders is an outstanding person, and they alone can be regarded as the pillars of the Corpse Ghost Sect. It is self-evident how important they are to the Corpse Ghost Sect.

"Just now, as soon as the seventh elder's soul card shattered, I came to inform you. The soul card is in my hand, look."

The disciple said, holding in his hand a soul card made from a Yin crystal stone sacrifice. The soul card was densely covered with cracks.

There is a ray of ghost Lao Qi's soul sealed in the soul card. After being refined through the secret method, it can be quantumly entangled with the real person's soul. Once the real person's soul is destroyed, this ray of residual soul will also be destroyed, and the soul card will be broken.

Then, the disciple said with a look of grief and anger: "The Seventh Elder was probably killed in Chuzhou, Jiangnan Province. No matter who it is, he must pay with his blood. Otherwise, he will think that I The zombie sect is easy to bully."

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, the disciple was thrown out by the leader and fell on the square outside the main hall, where his bones were broken and his tendons were broken.

"You talk too much nonsense. You are just an inner disciple, and you dare to make decisions for me. If you dare to talk nonsense again next time, I will kill you directly. Go and call the third elder, the fifth elder, and the eighth elder. I want to talk to you. They discussed this matter." Head Guiming said coldly.

He was just a young disciple, but he dared to make decisions for him. It was beyond belief.

"Yes, Master, this disciple knows that he is wrong. Now go and inform the third elder, fifth elder and eighth elder."

The disciple said in fear, and ran away in a hurry.

"No matter who dares to kill the elders of my Corpse Ghost Sect, they will die!"

Gui Ming had a gloomy face and was full of murderous intent. He opened his palms and Gui Lao Qi's broken soul card suddenly appeared in his hand.

There is still a faint residual soul in this soul card that has not dissipated.

Guiming held the broken soul card in his hand, sat cross-legged, and made a secret seal with both hands like lightning.