Who is the head of the world number one

This time, in addition to the vicious and fierce ghosts, ordinary ghosts also appeared.Some of them lowered their brows and looked pleasing to the eye, while others looked at the outside world majestically. In short, they were all guys who escaped while taking advantage of the chaos!

The dead guy should go to reincarnation obediently! ! !

Shang Yuetang's eyelids twitched, he could kill evil ghosts mercilessly, but he can't kill innocent passer-by ghosts!

Although most of this group of ghosts still maintain their human appearance, there are also dead ghosts with bleeding eyes, missing arms and broken legs, and some have no heads. Such ghosts are mixed with ghosts, just like ginger mixed with potatoes. Just as deceptive!

The severe pain in his head hadn't stopped yet, golden flames flooded his eyes, burning out his sanity, Jiang Yan rushed forward like a wild beast, and the Xingyun Sword sounded, sweeping away thousands of troops.Soon, he was submerged in the shadows of ghosts.

Shang Yuetang was startled, and shouted: "Hey, come back!"

What responded to him was Xing Yun's neighing.Even ghosts with high cultivation levels were slashed out of their wits by his sword. Ordinary ghosts met his sword, and the fate can be imagined. A group of ordinary ghosts immediately frightened and scattered.

But in the gate of ghosts, ghosts continue to squeeze out.

There are too many stranded people in your underworld!

Seeing that Jiang Yan had sparks and lightning all the way, and immediately went to other people's lair, Shang Yuetang gritted his teeth and said to Yu Jingning: "Jingning, you guard this side!"

After all, without listening to his answer, he rushed into the group of ghosts and beheaded all the ghosts blocking the way under the sword!

Shang Yuetang grabbed Jiang Yan's hand and said angrily: "What's wrong with you, you don't listen to what you say as a teacher?!"

But seeing Jiang Yan looking at the door from a distance, there seemed to be fire flickering in his eyes.

Shang Yuetang said: "Jiang Yan...what's wrong with you...?"

Jiang Yan was in a trance, and his voice became very soft: "I..."

Immediately, he shuddered, his pupils turned dark again, and said: "I think... it might be better to block the entrance of the door."

Shang Yuetang: "..."

Do you think you are a tiger-headed guillotine, and you just click when someone pokes their head?

Shang Yuetang patted him on the head, and said: "This is a place with heavy yin energy, and people's yang energy is likely to be corroded. Your cultivation base is still shallow, so don't stay here."

Jiang Yan rubbed Shang Yuetang's hand vigorously, like a cat.

Shang Yuetang: "..." Can you take a look at the situation?

"Crack."

There was a crisp sound, and Shang Yuetang turned her head abruptly, pulling Jiang Yan back into the distance.

The gate of ghosts is still wide open, but no new ghosts emerge.

A pair of hands appeared from the gap, and their crimson fingers rested on the intersection of yin and yang in the void, and then, with a hard push, the gate of hell was opened alive!

A brown horn appeared in the gap, with countless knife marks on the spiral pattern.Those knife marks were so deep that the cut area was much lighter than the intact side.

The things in the ghost gate hit the door frame blocking the way again and again, causing the earth to vibrate.

Duan Ningxue looked down at all this, a smile appeared on her beautiful face: "You are finally here, Taoist."

Hearing the woman's voice, the Taoist master's movements became more violent, wanting to break through the gate of hell quickly!

Shang Yuetang frowned, spiritual power poured into Yueshui sword, ready to kill him with one blow.

Duan Ningxue snorted, and teleported to his side, drawing her saber to stop him!

The sword intent is vertical and horizontal, like thousands of flowers and leaves floating in the sky!

Shang Yuetang gently pushed Jiang Yan to a safe place with a palm, and Yueshui intersected with the lotus knife.

For a moment, blowing sand and moving stones, swords and swords, the two of them exchanged moves so quickly that ordinary people couldn't catch them at all.

Duan Ningxue fell slightly below, but maintaining this situation, it might be possible to turn around.

She said: "Why bother? If you want to stop me, you just have to use your real strength. The current Yueshui is much weaker than the shocking sword you broke through thousands of years ago! Or are you afraid? Disturbing the law? It turns out that you also have something to be afraid of!"

Once the law wakes up, maybe how to fight against him!

Shang Yuetang sneered: "Don't use aggressive methods there!"

The next move was to stab Duan Ningxue's arm with a sword.

Duan Ningxue's hands trembled, and she almost couldn't hold the lotus knife in her hand.

She glanced at the ghost gate, then gritted her teeth and fought with Shang Yuetang.

The ghost gate has completely collapsed, and a young girl is standing there, her appearance is exactly the same as Duan Ningxue's, except that she has two horns on her head, and her skin is scarlet red.

The girl's eyes were blank, and she stumbled towards Duan Ningxue. Her steps were obviously very slow, but in the blink of an eye, she had already walked hundreds of steps!

Shang Yuetang sighed: "You gave her half of your Purple Mansion."

Duan Ningxue said: "That's right."

Shang Yuetang said: "But she is no longer Taoist Honglian, she is just a collection of ghosts."

Duan Ningxue said: "But her soul fragments are also gathered together. As long as my half body is added, she will be resurrected."

She looked a little sad, but said firmly: "Don't stop me!"

After all, the golden core burned, and majestic spiritual power gushed out.

For a while, they fought with Shang Yuetang inseparably!

Taoist Honglian is still walking towards this side, and she will be able to break into the space between the two parties and merge with Duan Ningxue in just a moment.

At this time, another sword lay in front of her.

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☆, Way of Heaven (Overhaul)

Jiang Yan didn't want to defeat Taoist Honglian - he was aware of the strength gap between the two sides.

As long as she stops her and waits until Master defeats Duan Ningxue, everything will be over.

He thought so, but obviously, the reality was a thousand times more difficult than just thinking about it.

Duan Ningxue said: "Your apprentice can bear it."

His hands were almost melted away, and he didn't say a word, and his movements were undisturbed.

Shang Yuetang lowered his eyes: "Yes, he is much more tolerant and ruthless than you."

Duan Ningxue snorted, apparently very dissatisfied, but her body that kept getting dull made her have to admit that in terms of patience, she was actually no match for a little devil!

The ground has been potholed, and there is no flat land to be seen.

Taoist Honglian's whole body seemed to be condensed from magma. As soon as her hand touched the Xingyun Sword, the sound of sizzling immediately sounded, and the mist also evaporated, which was still hot.

The crimson magma flowed down from the blade, corroding deep holes on the ground.

Jiang Yan's hands were burnt to bloody blood.

The severe pain from the nerves almost made him unable to lift his arms.But when he thought that the master was still behind him, and those penetrating eyes could turn to this side at any time, Jiang Yan seemed to have inexhaustible strength, supporting him to persevere.

At this time, pain seems to be a reward.

It's almost over.

He understood that if he persisted for another second or two, the battle would be completely on their side.

But being in the center of the confrontation, every moment is stretched out, the golden-red magma flying in front of my eyes, the girl's expressionless face, and the buzzing blade of the Xingyun Sword——

Spiritual energy roared into his meridians like a rushing river, and his heart beat suddenly——

puff.

Everything in the world suddenly became terribly clear.

Duan Ningxue coughed out a mouthful of blood, closed her eyes and was ready to accept the sword piercing her chest.

But the pain never came.

She opened her eyes, and saw the Yueshui sword resting on her chest, while Shang Yuetang was frowning and looking behind her intently, with undisguised shock and fury in his mirror-clear eyes.

Duan Ningxue has known Shang Yuetang for thousands of years, and she only saw this expression when he told how he was chased from Kyushu to the wilderness by Tianlei.

what happened?

She turned around, and a bit of scorching magma brushed against her face, but the scene that rushed towards her made it too late for her to feel the pain, and she was already swept into the mighty golden light.

Duan Ningxue's eyes widened involuntarily, her knees softened, and she fell down, as if a huge mountain was crushing her body, all the muscles and bones of her limbs were crushed!

She barely supported the ground with her elbows, a small corroded scar on her face was torn open by her ferocious expression, and blood flowed out.

Duan Ningxue roared: "Why are you here?!" The roar was like a lion before death.

Jiang Yan ignored her. To be more precise, he couldn't hear her words clearly at this moment. The sounds of the entire Lingya Great World, whether it was the wind and grass, the waves rolling over the mat, the shouts of animals, or the whispers of humans... Into his head, like chaotic lines, what he can hear most clearly is the sound of his own flesh and blood being reshaped again.

Even though his headache was about to explode, and his vision was blurred by a layer of black cloth, Taoist Honglian's original fast attack seemed to be in slow motion, and he could easily find the gap in it.

The blade of Xingyun Sword accurately landed on the fate knot connected by Wan Gui, and with just one blow, it cut off her life.

The whole movement was so quick that even Duan Ningxue, an old monster from thousands of years ago, could only see the moment when Xingyun returned to the sheath when he drew his sword for the last time, the snow-white sword light was drawn into the scabbard.

"Heh...ha."

Duan Ningxue couldn't help laughing, tears also flowed down.

The girl's youthful and slim figure seemed to have aged all of a sudden, becoming skinny and shriveled.

She said: "My Taoist master and I have calculated thousands of times, but we never thought that it would be you who stopped us in the end."

She smiled wryly again, got up, patted the dust off the crowd, and said, "Forget it. It's useless to say anything now."

The golden core is about to burn out, and there is still the last bit of loyalty left.

Duan Ningxue smiled and said, "At least I have to die with her...and you—"

Jiang Yan staggered and half-kneeled on the ground, all the blood vessels in his body burst due to the excessive load just now. Anyone else would have fainted a hundred times from the pain.

"Anyway, he'll protect you—"

The woman's last voice was swallowed by the howling wind, and a gust of wind spread around her.The heart cracked, like the climax of the last scene of an opera, a violent explosion swept over, the sky shook, and after a bang, the flat ground collapsed, and the bricks and tiles turned into dust and scattered.

A flat ground was blown into a cliff by her!

Large and small rocks fell, like fallen stars.He was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes, and the eyelids gradually closed. In the corner of his vision, the light of the stars was a deadly spear, which would penetrate through his chest just like that day, and wipe out everything he shouldn't have. idea.

A sharp but soft light flashed in front of his eyes, cutting through the darkness.

OK.

Jiang Yan pulled out of the nightmare suddenly, the sound of the wind crackling made his eardrums hurt, but the sound of the Xingyun Sword was so clear and audible!

As soon as he grabbed Xingyun, he jumped into the air and flew over a boulder in a blink of an eye. Fresh and cold air poured into his fiery chest, and his pure black eyes were burning golden red.

Jiang Yan coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his muscles were trembling. Enduring the soreness, he walked through the black ghosts, searching for a piece of white clothes.

The Yueshui sword shuttled like a ray of light among the falling boulders, it was unparalleled in sharpness, and in an instant, everything blocking the way was turned into dust.

Shang Yuetang's face was anxious, his eyes were constantly catching everything around him, and his consciousness was like a huge net spread in the whole Bailuzhou.He could feel that Yu Jingning had left with the other monks, and the residents who had taken refuge were kneeling and praying in front of this side, and the water dragon was entrenched in the sky, spinning anxiously, but the person he most wanted to find was nowhere to be seen!

"Jiang Yan!"

He yelled, and the surroundings were empty, leaving only the echo of himself.

The aura exploded, and the outer robe unfolded like a bird's wings, and every trace of aura in the vicinity became his eyes and ears, and the Yueshui sword rushed with all its strength.

The way of heaven returned to its place, and the order of the Lingya Great World began to be restructured, and there was no longer any obstacle that fettered his realm.

Because of this, he felt inexplicably flustered.

He has practiced Taoism for thousands of years, and he has never been afraid of anything. The sword is there, and the sword destroys people, but now he is afraid that he will never see that little bastard again!

The 99 mines you struck me have not been returned to you yet!

Among the countless falling stones, at the junction of the broken gate of ghosts and the human world, a strange space is revealed, which is obviously pure black, but there is a bit of strangeness and strangeness in it.

A flying stone fell into it, and as soon as it touched the interface, it disappeared without a trace.

--abyss!

And beside the abyss, stood a familiar figure, his water-blue clothes were torn out of shape.

Shang Yuetang's pupils shrank, and he immediately shouted: "Jiang Yan, stay away from it!"

Jiang Yan was exhausted, his eyes were dim, he couldn't see clearly, he was dragging his legs reluctantly, when he called out like a rabbit that had been petrified, he stopped stupidly for a second.

Thousands of years ago, when he withdrew to leave, he yelled in the same tone at the sky thunder that blocked him, and then left with a sword piercing the sky.

Are you leaving me again?

In just this second, the swirling stones almost knocked him off the air!

Jiang Yan reacted immediately, but his arm was so painful that every muscle seemed to be split. He accidentally let go, and the Xingyun Sword fell down, facing the dark slit!

The snow-white sword body was about to be swallowed by darkness.

At that moment, Jiang Yan didn't have time to think, so he jumped towards Xingyunjian!

The ever-expanding black space in front of him seemed to be very calm, but also filled with infinite fear.

The sharp sword tip is only a few millimeters away from it!

And a pair of scarred hands grabbed its sharp and flawless blade, and blood beads squeezed out from the gap between the hands and the sword along with the whirling wind.

The young man gradually closed his eyes, and the golden flame lost its color, just like a long time ago, before that person was born, he didn't need to have his own will.

The waist sank, and the feeling of weightlessness disappeared immediately.

The flame was ignited again, Jiang Yan coughed out a mouthful of blood, and the pain of the flesh being cut came from the contact surface between Yue Shui and the palm.

Surrounded by his familiar, clear breath.

A thin but powerful hand grabbed his waist and flew him upwards.

After a while of dizziness, he was standing on the body of the Yueshui sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wing.

The man clasped his wrist tightly, and the back of his clean hand burst out with blue veins due to rage.

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