The eyes of the nine-year-old Sanren became fiery. He quickly put up a defense for himself and put some distance between himself and Qianji Zhenjun, with a look of caution on his face.
Qianji Zhenjun opened his mouth and spit out a stream of red flames, which fell on the human corpse. The human corpse was reduced to ashes, leaving only the cyan robe.
The young man in the silver shirt turned his right hand, a silver light flashed, and a small mirror with silver light appeared in his hand, injecting magic power.
The surface of the small silver mirror lit up with a silver light and emitted a silver glow, covering the portrait and the cyan altar table. There was nothing unusual about it.
Qianji Zhenjun made a move with one hand, and the cyan storage bracelet flew towards him.
A gust of wind blew by, and a ghost claw as black as ink appeared and grabbed the cyan storage bracelet.
"Ghost cultivator! Fellow Daoist Lin, you actually raised ghosts!"
Qian Ji Zhenjun frowned and said.
Next to the nine-year-old Sanren was a woman in a black dress with gorgeous features. The woman in the black dress had a sinister aura.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, according to our prior agreement, I will choose the treasure first, and you will snatch the storage bracelet. What does this mean?"
The nine-year-old Sanren said gloomily.
"If I don't want to abide by the agreement, you want to stop me just because of this ghost?"
Qianji Zhenjun's tone was cold.
He raised his right hand, and a shining silver bead came out of his hand and entered a magic formula. The silver bead suddenly emitted a silver light and turned into a huge thunder dragon, with silver arcs all over its body.
He killed an early stage fourth-level thunder dragon and refined its essence into a spiritual treasure to increase its power.
"Level 4 Thunder Dragon! Help me deal with them."
The nine-year-old Sanren ordered, sacrificing treasures to attack Qian Ji Zhenjun.
The ghost let out a shrill cry, spewed out a huge black hurricane, and disappeared into a gust of wind.
Deep underground, Shen Long stood on the back of the iron-tailed scorpion, and the hundred-eyed golden cicada lay on the back of the iron-tailed scorpion.
The eyes of the Hundred-Eyed Golden Cicada are shining with golden light, and it can clearly see the situation on the ground.
"The fight started over the treasure, and the money moved people's hearts."
Shen Long talked to himself.
"Hey, seize the body!"
Shen Long said in surprise.
In the cave, Qianji Zhenjun was dealing with the nine-year-old San and the woman in black skirt.
The young man in silver shirt has rushed to the green altar table, holding a green lotus lamp in his hand.
His facial features were twisted, as if he was suffering from some kind of pain.
A shrill ghost cry sounded, and the entire cave shook violently.
A huge ball of silver lightning shot into the sky, and the entire cave exploded, sending smoke and dust billowing.
Qianji Zhenjun and the nine-year-old Sanren flew out of the cave and stood high in the sky with solemn expressions.
A silver escaping light flew out of the cave at a very fast speed.
"Hao'er, help me destroy him. I have already destroyed the ghost."
Qian Ji Zhenjun ordered.
Silver Escape didn't pay attention to Qian Ji Zhenjun, but instead accelerated his escape speed.
"What's going on! No, you are not Hao'er, seizing the body!"
Qianji Zhenjun was furious.
His descendants have obviously used Lingbao to detect it, and there is no problem. It seems that the other party's concealment methods are very powerful.
What makes him even more incredible is that his descendants have the cultivation level of the early Nascent Soul and have many spiritual treasures in their hands. How can they stop a ray of residual soul?
Throughout the whole process of seizing the body, his descendants had no chance to resist, otherwise he would definitely have discovered something unusual.
There was a deafening sound of thunder, and two extremely thick silver thunder pillars pierced the sky, striking at Qianji Zhenjun and Nine-year-old Sanren. Not to mention, a powerful force of gravity appeared.
Their bodies fell towards the ground uncontrollably. Qianji Zhenjun and Nine-year-old Sanren were shocked and quickly took action to deal with them.
Three hundred miles away, a young man in a silver shirt quickly passed through the sky with a solemn gaze.
A loud bell rang, followed by a noisy neighing sound.
The young man in silver shirt stopped, his facial features twisted, as if he had suffered some unbearable pain.
A strong wind blew by, and nine ghost doves appeared in the void above the silver-shirted young man.
"Nine-headed Ghost Dove, who hatched the Nine-headed Ghost Dove egg!"
The young man in silver shirt exclaimed, and just as he was about to take action, a sharp and harsh hissing sounded in his ears.
The young man in silver shirt suddenly felt dizzy and could not stand firmly.
There was a flash of white light, and a net bag with flashing white light appeared and faced the mask.
A large amount of white cold air surged out of the white net bag, and the body of the young man in silver froze at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into an ice sculpture.
One of the nine-headed ghost dove's head spurted out a blue glow, covering the ice sculpture.
A golden ball of light flew out of the body, was swept into the mouth of the nine-headed ghost dove by the blue glow, and was swallowed.
The ice sculpture quickly fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The young man in silver shirt was breathless.
A tall young man in red shirt broke out of the ground and took away the belongings of the young man in silver shirt. Nine ghost doves flew into the spirit beast bracelet in his hand.
The young man in red shirt put away the body of the young man in silver shirt, dived underground, and left here.
After a while, Nine-year-old San and Qian Ji Zhenjun chased after him, their expressions turned ugly.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, is this your sincerity? Send someone to follow us privately."
Qian Ji Zhenjun frowned and said.
"I still want to ask you! How can you kill a Nascent Soul cultivator? You can't even see his face. We only know that he is proficient in thunder. The storage bracelet and spiritual treasure have been snatched away by your descendants. You You owe me an explanation for the ghost that killed me."
The nine-year-old Sanren said unceremoniously.
They fought over the treasure, and Qianji Zhenjun destroyed the ghosts. Who would have thought that the descendants of Qianji Zhenjun would be taken away from them, and the other party would take away the storage bracelet.
If it weren't for a Nascent Soul cultivator who was proficient in lightning techniques to stop them, they would have caught up with the descendants of Qianji Zhenjun.
"You didn't find that person?"
Qian Ji Zhenjun frowned and said.
During this treasure hunt, his only descendant died, and all the benefits went to a third party.
"If I find out, will I give him a chance? It should be a group of people, one of them will pester us, and the other will kill your descendants."
Nine-year-old Sanren analyzed.
"Hao'er has the cultivation level of the early Yuanying. Even the remnant soul of the old Yuanying monster cannot be taken away so easily, unless it is the old monster who transforms into a god."
Qianji Zhenjun made a bold conjecture.
During the whole process of seizing the body, his descendants had no time to warn him.
"Old monster who transforms into gods? Are you kidding? It's really the remnant soul of the old monster who transforms into gods. Does he need to escape? He will directly destroy us."
Nine-year-old Sanren said.
"We can't just let this matter go. The real culprit behind the scenes must be found."
Qian Ji Zhenjun said with a cold face.
After so many years of practicing Taoism, this was the first time he suffered such a big loss.
"Let's get out of here first. There are quite a few restrictions on Immortal Meteor Island."
After saying this, the nine-year-old Sanren left here.
Qianji Zhenjun frowned and turned into a ray of light and left.
More than five hundred miles away, in a secret underground cave, the stone walls glowed with a burst of yellow light.
Shen Long stood on the ground, and the nine-headed ghost dove stood aside.
"What! Cai Lei's split soul!"
Shen Long said in surprise.
(End of chapter)
