Traveling through time as a fairy, others cultivate themselves as immortals while I raise ghosts

Blood spattered and screams continued. In just an instant, Min Hua had dozens of knife marks on his body, some even pierced his body.

But fortunately his vitals were protected, otherwise he would have been a corpse at this moment!

"Minhua, I'll send you on your way!"

Xiang Yang looked indifferent. He took one step forward and arrived in front of Min Hua. He raised the ghost blade in his hand and was about to cut it off with one strike!

"Xiang Yang, you dare to kill me, my master is the Ghost Lord of Gaoyuan, he will not let you go!"

Min Hua's eyes showed fear. He did not expect that Xiang Yang was so strong.

"Have you finished handing over your last words? Once you've handed them over, you can go on your way. What a young gentleman, it's nothing!"

Xiang Yang stared at Min Hua indifferently, with disdain on his face.

Min Hua looked at Xiang Yang, hatred flashed in his eyes, and then a look of madness appeared in his eyes.

"Xiang Yang, go to hell!"

At this moment, a dark clay pot appeared in Min Hua's hand. On top of the pot, there was the terrifying pressure of the quasi-holy soldier.

Without any hesitation, Min Hua threw the clay pot directly towards Xiang Yang, and then shouted softly from the corner of his mouth: "Explode!"

Min Hua then spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body turned into a streak of blood and disappeared in a flash. He directly used the blood escape technique.

Looking at the clay pot flying towards him and the violent energy fluctuations coming from the clay pot, Xiang Yang couldn't help but reveal a strange look on his lips.

“There is actually a copycat version of the Holy Ghost Jar!”

At this moment, in the sea of ​​Xiangyang Soul Consciousness, the Holy Ghost Jar sensed the existence of the clay pot outside, and a terrifying suction force came out.

Xiang Yang grabbed his left hand, and a black hole appeared in his palm, and he directly sucked the Holy Ghost Jar thrown by Min Hua into the black hole.

At this moment, Min Hua's body flashed out thousands of feet away, with a sinister look in his eyes.

But then he was startled, why didn't he hear the explosion?

"Are you looking for me?"

At this moment, Xiangyang's voice rang in Young Master Minhua's ears, making Young Master Minhua's hair stand on end.

With a "bang", Min Hua received a solid punch from Xiang Yang on the left side of his face. The sound of broken bones was heard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out mixed with half a mouth of teeth, blooming in the air.

"You dare to use a broken jar to scare me, I will smash you to death with this!"

In Xiang Yang's hand, a pitch-black clay pot appeared. It was the knock-off version of the holy ghost jar that Minhua had just thrown out. But at this moment, the energy in the knock-off version of the holy ghost jar had been completely swallowed up, turning it into a real pottery pot. Can.

Xiang Yang raised the clay pot in his hand and hit Min Hua hard on the head.

There was a loud "bang", accompanied by the sound of the clay pot breaking. Min Hua was hit so hard that stars appeared in his eyes, and his skull was dented directly.

"You bastard, I asked you to plot against me and the enemy. I will be beaten to death today."

Xiang Yang transformed into a madman and used the art of wind control. He followed closely behind the Minhua Shaozun who was constantly being knocked away, and punched him on the right side of his face.

All the teeth on the right side of Min Hua's face flew out, and blood spurted out from his mouth.

He wanted to resist, but Xiang Yang was too fast, and a punch directly disrupted his body's energy, making him unable to fight back.

Piercing screams kept coming from Min Hua's mouth. Xiang Yang punched him twenty times, and his chest collapsed. Then he grabbed the opponent's throat like a dead dog. .

Min Hua's eyes showed endless resentment, but at the same time, there was also fear.

Xiang Yang looked at Min Hua and couldn't help but reveal a wicked smile.

"Xiang Yang, what do you want... to do! My master... is Qi Yuan... Gui Zun. Let go of... me. Let this matter... be over. I will never... interfere... in the future... …Things about the Five Tribes of the Witch-Ghost Clan.”

Min Hua kept bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but he still said these words!

Xiang Yang looked at Minhua with an evil smile, and then said indifferently: "I have many shortcomings, but I only have one advantage, and that is to eradicate the roots!"

After Xiang Yang finished speaking, he pointed at Min Hua's chest.

Min Hua's eyes showed an unprecedented look of fear, and Xiang Yang actually broke his Dantian directly.

Min Hua felt that his cultivation was passing away rapidly. At this moment, his heart was filled with endless regret.

He regretted it, regretted provoking the evil star Xiang Yang, and even refused to give him the face of his master!

Without his cultivation, Min Hua suddenly had a head full of gray hair, without any trace of his high-spirited appearance.

Xiang Yang's body swayed and he came directly in front of Bao Anzhi, Ming En, Ge Hua, and Ming Peng. The four of them were so frightened that they backed away.

Xiang Yang then threw Min Hua down, then reached out to hug An Zhi and Ge Hua, and said calmly: "You two, kill him! Then commit suicide!"

Xiangyang's condition is very simple. The two tribes of sprites and demons no longer need a great wizard, just keep the two clan leaders!

In the future, all the 鉍部 and 鉉部 will follow the lead of the 鉍部!

Killing Minhua is their pledge of surrender. Otherwise, Xiangyang wouldn’t mind killing them all!

Bao Anzhi and Ge Hua looked at each other, with bitter smiles on their lips.

"To the wizard, we are responsible for all the blame. Please forgive me, the wizard!"

Bao Anzhi and Ge Hua immediately understood what Xiang Yang meant. They both clasped their fists at Xiang Yang at the same time, and their bodies instantly stooped.

"Xiang Yang, you will not die well, my master will avenge me!"

Min Hua looked at Bao Anzhi and Ge Hua who were walking towards him, and spoke bitterly to Xiang Yang.

Xiang Yang glanced at Min Hua indifferently, and then said calmly: "Don't worry, if Ghost Lord Yayuan is so arrogant, I don't mind killing him too! Don't worry, I can do it!"

When Min Hua heard Xiang Yang's words, his heart instantly turned to despair.

At this moment, Bao Anzhi and Ge Hua had swords in their hands at the same time. Without any hesitation, they pierced Min Hua's heart with one sword and pierced Min Hua's head with the other.

After the two people drew out their swords, they laughed miserably at the same time, and stabbed their own chests with their backhand swords, passing through them!

"Xiang Wizard, I didn't expect that you are...the one destined to integrate our...five tribes of Wugui clan...!"

Blood flowed from the corner of Bao Anzhi's mouth, and then he looked at Xiang Yang, and his body slowly fell down!

"To the wizard, the five... have the same origin. I hope you... treat them well!"

After Ge Hua said this, blood spurted out from his mouth, and then he fell down.

Xiang Yang looked at the three corpses on the ground and sighed.

The root of everything lies in Minhua. He used the name of the Ghost Lord of Yayuan to control the five tribes and become the second ghost saint of the five tribes.

But he is too ambitious, but that’s fine. He has made a wedding dress for himself. It shouldn’t be difficult for him to unify the five departments!

Xiang Yang thought for a while and found that there was one biggest obstacle left, and that was the Ghost Lord of Aoyuan.