The Lord of Ghost

Wutong Sea, the other end.

Qin Yang was heading to the continent with towering Wutong trees. He swept through all the great geniuses along the way and fought his way out among hundreds of thousands of cultivators.

This also attracted the attention of those real evildoers.

"A-choo..." For some reason, Qin Yang suddenly sneezed.

In theory, cultivators almost never sneeze, and the tempering of flesh and blood eliminates this possibility.

"Oh... Xiaoyang, is someone talking about you?"

The voice came from the side, and the soft tone was like a magic sound, which could seduce the soul.

Qin Yang shivered and was almost affected. He cursed the witch in his heart! Witch!

This overly beautiful woman met in the colorful world, with unknown roots, like a ghost face flower in the fog, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

Qin Yang couldn't see through her, nor could he get rid of her. He just followed her, attracting bees and butterflies, and attracted a group of crazy cultivators.

"Which woman is talking?"

In a trance, the charming woman quietly approached Qin Yang's ear and whispered in his ear. Every word was like a teasing of the soul, which touched Qin Yang's heartstrings.

The woman was very beautiful. Even though he had had physical contact with the ethereal and cold Murong Xue, he still had to admit that in terms of appearance, Meng Yaowu was the pinnacle of another style. She was the kind of charming and enchanting evil spirit. Every part of her body was charming and beautiful.

"Does Brother Xiaoyang not love me anymore if he has other women?"

"Humph, a man who abandons you after having sex with you!"

The soul-stirring words hooked the string in his heart. While Qin Yang was struggling, he pulled away with a gust of air, like a gust of itchy wind, with seven points of resentment, and his tone changed to sadness. His tearful appearance was like a fragile red flower in the rain, which made people pity him.

Qin Yang was sweating coldly. Not only him, but also the cultivator beside him could not control himself. The remaining rationality in his mind was gradually eroded by the whispers.

This demon woman, every frown and smile is charming, as if a sharp hook hooks the fragile heart, and the heart of Taoism is almost broken!

He has noticed that the eyes around him that are enough to eat people are like sharp swords, wishing to cut him into pieces.

So, Qin Yang almost killed his way out.

God knows how many Tianjiao who were charmed by the demon woman jumped out and said they wanted to hunt him.

"Hey, what should I do? Brother Xiaoyang has such a cruel heart!"

The dream demon is charming and sad, like a resentful woman who has been abandoned.

Turning around, the bright red robe dances like a charm, like a red poppy blooming in the heart, with a light touch of the fingertips, waves rise in the heart sea, and then the pollen is scattered all over the sky, and those who hear it seem to enter a maze and indulge in the red petals.

Qin Yang's mouth twitched. This demon woman was fanning the flames!

He was sweating coldly. The demon woman pointed the target of the fanning at him. Those eyes that were enough to eat people made him tremble.

"Is there any fellow Taoist who is willing to give me enough warmth?"

As soon as these words came out, countless cultivators exhaled burning breath, and the blood in their bodies could not bear the surging heat.

"Fairy, I'm coming!"

A cultivator burst his clothes in the hall, revealing his strong chest, full of power.

"Wow, this brother's muscles are so big." Meng Wuyao lightly covered her lips, her eyes full of envy.

"But~ not as big as my brother Xiaoyang~"

As soon as the words fell, Meng Yaowu pulled the thread of love and connected Qin Yang's eyes.

This is undoubtedly a needle stabbing in the heart. There is no harm without comparison. It's not as big as his! What is this hinting?

"Wow! I can't stand it!"

"Qin Yang, you deserve to die! You don't deserve the favor of the fairy!"

Qin Yang's eyelids twitched. The other party had been bewitched and was waving a burning flaming long sword to split him in half.

"No, I have to find a way to get rid of the witch!"

He gathered the surging magic power and fought with his fists. The fists with lightning made a buzzing sound when they collided with the flaming long sword.

"Hey, there's something strange about his body!"

The guy watching the show secretly noticed Qin Yang's abnormality.

To resist the treasure with a physical body, this strength is comparable to that of a monster, but Qin Yang is just a human.

"His body is very strong!" There was a demon with shining eyes, like a burning sun, as if he saw through Qin Yang's surging flesh and blood power.

"In the path of physical body, he has gone a long way in tempering, even comparable to the young dragons of ancient times!"

"Is it so strong?"

The demon who was secretly observing could not help but marvel.

"And his method... is also very strange!"

The pair of fists with lightning stirred up arcs, and the power of each punch was enough to collapse a hill, but if you listen carefully, you will hear a faint resonance!

This resonance comes from the heart, from the breath, and from every punch. The three resonate and are done in one go, tempering the body every time!

"Not good! He is sharpening the knife!"

The sharp-eyed demon saw something strange. They came from other Daozhou and were well-informed. They quickly peeked into Qin Yang's purpose!

"He uses his flesh and blood, supplemented by a special breathing secret method, to temper his body in battle after battle and break through the limit!"

On the sea, the initiator Meng Yaowu's charming eyes flashed a trace of purple light, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but raise a mysterious smile.

"Very smart!" She couldn't help but praise.

"But..."

Just then, a large group of monks suddenly rushed over from the other side of the sea.

They had fierce eyes, wishing to tear the man into pieces.

"Who is Qin Yang! Where is Qin Yang!"

"I'm going to kill him!"

Many people were confused, even Meng Yaowu was slightly stunned.

No, why did another group of people come to Qin Yang?

"Kill my sect brother! Damn you!"

"Take my Taoist partner's life, I will never forgive you!"

And looking at the hatred of this group of people, it doesn't seem fake.

This is different from the jealousy caused by Meng Yaowu's charm. This group of people is really hateful.

Especially the guy who shouted the revenge of his wife's murder, the avenue rune was burning, the magic power was surging, and his eyes were soaked in bright red.

Qin Yang's temples were throbbing, and before he could figure out what was going on, those people had already killed him, and suddenly formed a one-on-several situation.

Meng Yaowu's beautiful eyes wrinkled slightly, and her pupils flashed with purple light.

In an instant, his eyes shifted from Qin Yang to the man in black at the other end.

When did this person appear? She was surprised.

It was like he appeared out of thin air, without any trace. If it weren't for the special pupils, it would be difficult to find.

At that time, the man in black turned his head and looked at Meng Yaowu. His eyes were scarlet, very strange, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The man stretched out a single finger, put it on his lips, and made a silent gesture.

Then, he shifted his sight to the battlefield and took out a strange knife.

The blade had a fiery blue pattern that blended into the eyes, until the handle, a ghost eye was spinning.