Taoist Master Xianyun, one of the four major sects in the world of cultivation, has fallen! The news exploded like a bomb in the crowd.
The Wuji Sect disciple's mind went blank for a moment.
Master Jingxin was in a state of confusion. The green-winged eagle in a violent state pierced the protective light shield with one claw. Even though Master Jingxin dodged in time, one of his arms was torn off by the sharp claws of the green-winged eagle. The blood from her broken arm spurted out wildly.
The Green-winged Eagle King became even more crazy when he saw the blood. It roared and burst into flames. His claws were as fast as lightning, grabbing at Jing Xin's chest.
At this critical moment, a red curtain blocked the way of Master Jingxin.
The red curtain forced the Green-winged Eagle back, and then the Ghost Saint was seen holding a chain made of skulls and strangling the Green-winged Eagle King's neck.
The ghost saint was angry.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been in such a rage.
The skull whip quickly drained the green-winged eagle king's vitality.
"Brother Yan..."
"Jing'er..."
Master Jingxin may be the only person in the world who knows the true name of Ghost Saint.
Yan Tu, a genius monk in the realm of the undead. For the sake of his true love, he walked out of the ghost world and gradually became a generational hero in the outside world of cultivation.
Now the Ghost Saint hears his name being called out by his beloved again, and thousands of years and past events have passed by in one stroke. Time seems to flow backwards, and all the vicissitudes of life are gone.
Their eyes met, and the anger in Gui Sheng's eyes finally dissipated, "Jing'er, we are free."
The mammoth king in a violent state targeted the Ghost Saint.
At the same time, the five priests of the Witch Clan saw a flaw in the Ghost Saint's state of mind. He immediately performed two types of witchcraft, one of which forcibly increased the Mammoth King's combat power. The other technique was directed at Master Jingxin.
Master Jingxin instantly felt that the witchcraft of the Tribulation Monk was locked on him. This type of witchcraft doesn't seem to have any real offensive power. But Master Jingxin can feel its power. It seems to be some kind of irresistible rule.
A cold light flashed in the Ghost Saint's eyes.
"The art of seeding! You are still a little green to use this method in front of me."
When the black energy emitted by the five priests reached Master Jingxin, it was caught in the hand of Ghost Saint. It's like holding a struggling little snake.
At this time, the high priest, who had been sitting upright, opened his eyes slightly.
He slowly raised his hand and threw out a baby covered in runes he was holding in his hand. The baby let out a shrill cry. In the air, the runes all over the baby's body lit up, his eyes turned blood red, and the expression on his face was ferocious.
The next moment, the baby rushed towards Master Jingxin.
Ghost Saint's face instantly turned pale.
"Blood Infant Curse!"
This kind of curse technique is quite explosive even in the ghost realm. Unexpectedly, it was learned by the Wu clan. The Ghost Saint is well aware of the horror of curses. The other three holy envoys in the Demon Sect were cursed by the ghost world, and those who are still alive today do not look like humans or ghosts.
The high priest's intention was very obvious. He plans to deal with the Ghost Saint here. Ghost Saint's cultivation is not considered to be at the top of the cultivation world. But the scary thing about him is not his cultivation!
The five priests and the high priest had the same idea. He immediately flew out of the blood formation and attacked the Ghost Saint.
As a result, the Ghost Saint was entangled by the five tribulation giants, the Five Priests and the Elephant King, and it was impossible to free his hands to stop the Ghost Child. And once you meditate and attract ghost saints, your mind will be in chaos. He will also be killed by two giants.
The Ghost Saint saw through the simple plan of the Wu tribe at a glance, but he was already in a deadlock. Faced with the siege of two tribulation giants with their own strengths, he really had no ability to stop the high priest's domineering move. The blood baby curse.
"I'll kill you!" Ghost Saint was furious.
The blood-red baby arrived in front of Master Jingxin in the blink of an eye. He stretched out two round, bloody arms, trying to strangle Master Jingxin by the neck.
Master Jingxin had never seen such a sorcery before and retreated in a hurry. But the blood baby was obviously faster.
Three inches, two inches, one inch!
Master Jingxin didn't even have time to release his own domain before he was suppressed by the blood infant's majestic aura. She felt that the ugly baby in front of her had the oppressive power of a cultivation giant.
The next moment, Xue Ying's two chubby little hands pinched him hard. At that moment, Master Jingxin subconsciously closed his eyes.
The Ghost Saint not far away exclaimed and lost his voice. I just hate that all his magical powers were blocked by the five priests.
A few seconds passed, and Master Jingxin didn't feel anything strange in his body. She opened her eyes and saw a figure in green standing in front of her.
His appearance was silent. Because he teleported here.
The blood baby bit his body fiercely, trying to get in somewhere in his body to complete the curse.
It's just that this person's skin is like a steel plate. Wherever the Blood Infant lowers his mouth, there is always a layer of faint colored light that easily blocks his gnawing power, which is comparable to that of a giant in cultivation.
"Little thing, even you want to hurt my master."
Pei Feng grabbed the blood baby's ankles and lifted him up. A slap like a gust of wind struck the blood baby's butt hard. The blood baby was beaten and screamed wildly.
"Feng'er!"
"Master, it's time for you to rest." After Pei Feng finished speaking, he looked at the Ghost Saint who was fighting in the distance.
"Uncle! Don't get beaten to death before you drink Lan'er and I's wedding wine."
The ghost saint laughed. His black hair spread out, and there were wisps of white energy in the black legal domain around him. That was the monstrous murderous intention of the Ghost Saint. Just now, his heart was indeed in confusion. But now, there is only one word in his heart - kill! He will kill with all his heart in this battle.
"Great Demon Pei Feng!"
"The Valley Master has appeared."
"Junior Brother Feng..."
Although Xingkui Thirteen Swordsmen had already learned the news about Pei Feng's resurrection, when he actually appeared in everyone's sight, the thirteen people still felt that it was unreal.
The body that was burned to charcoal seemed like a dream.
Now, Pei Feng is floating in the sky without any problems, holding a bloody baby in his hand, which is indescribably weird.
In fact, even the disciples of Youqing Valley were astonished as if they had seen a ghost when their Valley Master appeared.
Only the top leaders of the sect knew about Pei Feng's resurrection. The demon cultivators who had participated in the Tianyan Sect's battle couldn't help but rub their eyes.
"So, is that the Valley Master?"
At this moment, the monks in Friendship Valley seemed to have been given a shot of blood. The battle of the city-breaking army was already extremely fierce, and now their fighting spirit was completely ignited. When killing ferocious beasts, these demon cultivators are like chopping melons and vegetables.
Xiao Xiao looked up at the familiar figure, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Junior Brother Stinky, I knew you wouldn't die that easily."
Xiao finished the novel and looked at Qin Yue in the distance. At this moment, a pair of green clothes and a red clothes completely occupied Xiao Xiao's heart.
She felt like she was in a wild forest. In that extreme place, with these two men around, she felt at ease.
Han Mengjie looked up blankly at the Tsing Yi, her eyes flashing with tears, but the tears did not flow out of her eyes after all. But she held the sword in her hand tighter.
