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Qin Ming took out the stone talisman and just opened the Xiaoling Realm and came to the outside world.

The sky-devouring rat in the spirit beast bag said in a solemn tone:

"Master, there is a strong aura of demonic power, it's in the direction of Sanxian City, something may have happened."

Qin Ming was stunned when he heard this. In the past, he would have ignored it, but now that he has enough strength, he naturally wanted to take a look.

He was about to turn around and take Silver Wings and Xuan Shui Crocodile with him.

Then he mounted the silver-winged Frost Bee and flew toward the Three Immortals City at lightning speed.

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Outside Sanxian City, black clouds were billowing.

Thousands of demon cultivators surrounded the entire city.

The corpses of monks outside the city were covered on the ground, and the smell of blood was overwhelming.

The purple protective magic circle light curtain began to shake under the bombardment of countless demons filled with evil spirits.

The many casual cultivators and monks from Jin Kuizong who were guarding the city began to show fear as they looked at the surging demonic energy outside the city.

"City Master Fan, how long can this place last? I have already sent a signal to the sect asking for help, but I learned that the sect was also attacked by demonic monks." Chen Beixuan's face looked a little unsightly.

He also didn't understand how such a large number of demon cultivators appeared out of thin air.

This left them unprepared and suffered heavy losses.

Now in Sanxian City, only City Master Fan and he are in the late stage of foundation building, but it is useless to face the large number of demonic monks.

What's more, there are also many foundation-building demon cultivators in the opponent's camp.

"They are from the Yuan Demon Sect and the Hehuan Sect."

Just then.

Dozens of miles away from the city, black clouds rolled in, and several jet-black rays of light arrived in an instant from a distance.

A sinister man with an aquiline nose and a lithe and handsome young man with a wild body appeared.

It was Qiu Ye and Ye Wuxian who were teleported before.

With the appearance of these two people, the terrifying mana aura of perfect foundation instantly descended outside the city.

"Foundation-building and perfect demonic cultivation!"

City Lord Fan looked outside and said in horror, Chen Beixuan also showed a complicated and tangled expression.

"Old Fan, I'm afraid we can't defend this city today."

"Be prepared to abandon the city and flee for your life."

But before he finished speaking, what surprised the two more was yet to come.

I saw the hook-nosed man and the feminine and handsome man behind them.

A dark red dragon-embossed carriage slowly emerged, flying in the air. The carriage was semi-open, with only a luxurious sunshade canopy.

There was no spiritual beast pulling the chariot. On the throne inside, a young man with a strange face was reclining, with a diamond-shaped cyan rune between his eyebrows.

At first glance, there was not the slightest fluctuation in mana on this person's body.

When Qiu Ye from the Yuan Demon Sect and Ye Wuxian from the Hehuan Sect saw this person coming, they quickly put down their previous arrogant postures and respectfully worshiped in the direction of the chariot:

"Greetings to Sir Yang!"

The monks in Sanxian City were completely panicked when they saw this scene. What else could be other than a golden elixir demon cultivator to make the two foundation-building perfection cultivators have such a low attitude?

Now even City Lord Fan and Chen Beixuan who were stationed in Sanxian City couldn't hold back.

The strange young man on the dark red dragon-patterned chariot said calmly:

"I heard that a ghost disaster relic appeared in this world. It was the palace of the old demon with bones. Although I didn't find the magatama golden light mirror, the trip was finally worthwhile and I captured a good subordinate."

"The monks in this city just want him to be nourished."

After he finished speaking, he took out a black ghost flag and waved it, and black demonic energy suddenly surged out, and a demon corpse with green hair and fangs walked out of it, exuding terrifying magic power fluctuations at the level of pill formation!

"Blue Scale Ghost King!"

Qiu Ye and Ye Wuxian on the side couldn't help but break out in cold sweat when they saw the Ghost King appear.

They both knew very well that this ghost king was born from the ruins of Taihu Lake. He was killing all kinds of people in the Liang Kingdom and was extremely powerful.

Even the ancestor of Jindan had to stay away.

Unexpectedly, such ferocious golden elixir level ghosts were all subdued by Commander Yang, whose true cultivation level can be imagined.

The Green Scale Ghost King was eight feet tall, with a sturdy build, wearing white bone armor and holding a ghost-headed giant halberd. A violent and ferocious aura enveloped the entire city in an instant.

When Chen Beixuan saw this scene, he couldn't hold back any longer.

He shouted to City Lord Fan:

"Run away!"

Suddenly.

The ghost-headed giant halberd in the Green Scale Ghost King's hand swiped downwards, and an extremely sharp black spear slashed out, piercing the sky and bombarding the protective formation of Sanxian City.

Bang! Click!

The purple defensive light shield, under such a terrifying blow, shattered like bubbles and collapsed and was annihilated.

His eyes revealed a trace of bloodlust, staring at City Master Fan and Chen Beixuan who were fleeing behind the city.

The two have the highest cultivation level among the city lord, so they are naturally the best supplements for him.

City Master Fan suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill locking him in. He was so shocked that he immediately took out a life-saving talisman and slapped it on himself.

But the next moment.

A cloud of ghost mist swelled from the Green Scale Ghost King's body, and he disappeared instantly.

Poof!

When it reappeared, it had already pierced City Master Fan's back, and a pair of steel-like ghost claws penetrated from his chest, with a beating heart covered in blood.

City Master Fan's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and he looked fearfully at the spot where the blood was constantly flowing on his chest, showing an expression of disbelief.

Then his pupils dilated, and his consciousness instantly fell into boundless darkness.

When the casual cultivators in the city saw this scene, even the strong City Lord Fan, who was in the late stage of foundation building, could not withstand even one blow from this ghost.

They were so frightened that their hearts and gallbladders broke, crying for their parents, and fled in all directions.

Chen Beixuan's heart also fell to the bottom of the valley, with despair on his face. He obviously could not escape the palm of the Jindan-level ghost king.

As the formation was broken and the city gate was opened, the demon cultivators of Yuanmo Sect and Hehuan Sect poured into the city and started killing.

Suddenly, a tragic scene was staged here.

Ye Wuxian and Qiu Ye also began to take out their own magic weapons and went out to reap the lives of the cultivators.

Both of them were in the perfect stage of foundation building magic cultivation. Every time they made a move, a large number of cultivators fell like wheat and turned into the dead souls of the magic weapons in their hands.

And the strange man called Yang Shangshi was sitting on the dark red dragon-patterned chariot, looking at all this coldly, with no ripples in his heart.

Chen Beixuan used several of his best tricks in a row, turning into a blue afterimage and desperately escaping.

But the Green Scale Ghost King behind him ate City Lord Fan clean and chased him again in an instant.

The Green Scale Ghost King's eyes were green, how could he let the ant in front of him escape?

He came behind Chen Beixuan with just a flash, stretched out a sharp claw, and the black nails glowed with a dark cold light, and grabbed him in an instant.

Chen Beixuan's eyes showed despair, and he was about to fight to the death.

Whoosh!

Swish!

A streak of light flashed by, as if drawing a green thin line in the air, and it actually cut off one of the Green Scale Ghost King's palms!

Then a huge and frightening spiritual pressure descended on Sanxian City from far to near.

Those low-level demon cultivators who were bloodthirsty and murderous suddenly exploded one by one under this vast spiritual pressure.

Seeing this, the strange young man on the dark red dragon-patterned carriage showed an extremely solemn expression, stood up, and looked at the sky in the distance.

The space produced a violent fluctuation, and then a ripple spread like water waves, and a young man with an ordinary appearance emerged, emitting spiritual pressure from his body, which made all the demons in the city change color!

Even Qiu Ye and Ye Wuxian, who had sinister faces, showed fear when they saw each other, and said in doubt.

"Master Wangyue!"

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