Just when Yang Qing was about to die, a dazzling golden light suddenly illuminated the entire dark cloud.
As if teleporting, an old Taoist with gray hair and childish face suddenly appeared in front of Yang Qing, and with lightning speed, he caught those groups of black flames in his hands.
"court death!"
The ghost cultivator roared angrily, and when he saw the sudden appearance of the old Taoist, he had some scruples in his heart, but the other party appeared quietly, at least he was at the same level of cultivation.
But when he saw the other party holding his own black flame with his bare hands, he couldn't help but feel happy. His ghostly ghost fire was one of the top ten spiritual fires in the world.
Although the power depends on the cultivation level, if the will-o'-the-wisp falls into the body of a monk, even a second-grade monk will never be able to escape the pain of being burned by the spiritual fire.
With a thought in his mind, the ghostly fire immediately transformed into nothingness and penetrated into the old Taoist body.
"Hmm, not bad."
The old Taoist sighed in admiration, a golden light flashed faintly on his body, and he suppressed the ghost fire and held it firmly in his hand.
Then I saw his mouth open, a ray of golden light flashed from his mouth, and he directly took the ghostly fire into his belly.
The old man smacked his lips twice and shook his head, as if he disliked the taste.
The golden light was dazzling just now, and Yang Qing's eyes closed unconsciously, thinking that he had died.
It was only then that Yang Qing finally opened his eyes and saw the old Taoist who suddenly appeared in front of him and the inexplicably panicked ghost cultivator not far away. He immediately understood that he had been saved.
After a brief induction, I felt that the aura of the old Taoist was mysterious. He seemed to be standing there, but he seemed not to be here. He was obviously an expert of the third level.
He quickly bowed his head and shouted: "Thank you, senior, for the rescue!"
The old Taoist had no time to pay attention to him. He looked at the ghost cultivator in the distance who was about to run away with his spiritual eyes, a stern look flashed in his eyes.
On the ghost cultivator, the evil spirit has almost condensed into substance. In the black clouds, countless wronged souls are wailing. At least tens of thousands of people must have been devoured to achieve this vision.
The old Taoist snorted coldly: "He has devoured countless strangers and shall be punished!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed out a finger, and the space around Gui Xiu's body suddenly froze, unable to move at all.
A golden sword finger that seemed to be made of gold spanned a distance of a hundred feet, penetrated the ghost cultivator's forehead in an instant, shot dozens of miles behind him, penetrated several mountain peaks, and then disappeared into the world.
"Well......"
The ghost cultivator wanted to say something, but before he could speak, his life was cut off. The ghostly fire around him dissipated on its own, the black clouds surrounding him disappeared, and half of the corpse fell heavily to the ground, stirring up countless dust.
"This is dead..."
A flash of shock flashed in Yang Qing's eyes. The ghost cultivator, who he couldn't resist even with all his strength, couldn't withstand a single finger from the old Taoist.
How sacred is this old Taoist, and how powerful he must be.
"Not dead yet!"
The old man raised his head and looked into the distance. Yang Qing followed his gaze and saw a hundred miles away from here in mid-air.
A golden sword light soared into the sky, darting left and right among the black clouds that blocked the sky, trying to escape from the black clouds, but the black clouds surrounded the golden sword light like an octopus.
At the same time, countless tentacles stretched out and wrapped around the sword light.
Although the sword was sharp and cut off one tentacle after another, there were still some tentacles wrapped around the sword light, making the sword light move slower and slower.
Especially with the death of the ghost cultivators here, the black clouds there became more powerful and the area expanded again.
Countless ghost fires burned blazingly, blasting towards the golden sword light.
The golden sword's light was dim, and it was obvious that it was at the end of its strength.
"It can actually take back the remaining evil spirit. This method of ghost cultivation is really mysterious."
The old Taoist murmured to himself, and then he flashed and flew towards there.
Yang Qing hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and followed.
"Senior, wait for me."
He didn't want to go there. Whether it was a ghost cultivator or an experienced Taoist, their strength far exceeded his own.
As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer.
The same applies to monks. When the boss fights with the second, the third and fourth are usually the unlucky ones.
If he followed the past, it would be easy to say that the old man would win.
If he loses, how can he escape from the clutches of the ghost cultivator?
But I was scared in my heart, but I also knew that this was a great opportunity to meet an expert.
Moreover, most of these masters have weird personalities. It would be unjust if they saw that they were running away from the battle and turned around to kill them with one finger...
In the black clouds, the Suppressing Envoy's Dao Gang has been suppressed to only ten feet, barely protecting his body from being eroded by the black clouds and ghostly fire, but if he wants to escape, it is simply impossible.
Seeing that he was about to die, a stern look flashed in Zhen Fu's eyes, wondering if he should fight for his life.
But once that trick is used, at least twenty years of life will be lost, and his life span will be less than ten years.
He was still struggling in his heart when suddenly a loud roar came, shaking his mind. ,
Before he could react, a trace of ghostly fire had already penetrated his body along his wrist.
"ah!"
The governor let out a shrill scream.
The ghostly fire enters the body, swallows the surrounding martial arts essence, and grows stronger instantly.
Then it merged with the will-o'-the-wisp that remained at Zhen Fu's wound, and immediately controlled his Dantian Qihai.
There was a trace of regret and despair on the face of the governor. If he had been just now, he would have had a chance to fight to the death.
But at this time, the Dantian was suppressed and the true energy in the body was out of control. Even if he tried to fight, he had no chance.
"Am I going to die here today?"
There was a hint of bitterness on the face of the governor. He had been a powerful figure for nearly a hundred years, but he was going to die here today.
"Qin Zhongxi, I didn't expect you to be here today!"
There was a sly smile on the ghost cultivator's face, and he rushed towards Zhenfu Envoy.
At this time, the Zhenfu Envoy has no power to fight back. As long as he absorbs his energy and blood and breaks through to the second level of cultivation, even the old Taoist can fight.
"who are you?"
"Why do you know my name?"
A trace of surprise flashed across the face of the governor. His name was not mentioned here. How did the ghost cultivator know it?
Moreover, the ghost cultivator in front of him always gave him a feeling of déjà vu, but when he thought about it carefully, he didn't know who it was.
"When you become one with me, you will know who I am!"
The ghost cultivator didn't answer him at all. In an instant, he was three feet in front of Qin Zhongxi.
Half of the ferocious face was full of greedy expressions about to absorb blood.
"I'm also curious, who are you!"
The old face of a Taoist priest suddenly came over and forcefully inserted himself between Gui Xiu and Qin Zhongxi.
Gui Xiu suddenly felt something bad and was about to transform into thousands of people and run away.
Suddenly the scene in front of him froze, the ghost's body was as stiff as a wooden chicken, and he saw thousands of dazzling golden lights shooting straight into the sky, illuminating the surrounding area for hundreds of miles like daylight.
The dark clouds around him were dispersed by the golden light rising into the sky, disappearing without a trace, and the ghostly aura of years of hard training disappeared.
The ghostly fire just reached the edge of the golden light and extinguished itself.
Qin Zhongxi originally thought he was going to die, but then he found an old Taoist suddenly appeared in front of him.
Then the physical body was illuminated by golden light, and the ghostly fire in the body immediately disappeared, and vitality emerged.
Looking at the ghost cultivator again, the golden light was as rich as golden liquid flowing, shrouding him and constantly compressing his activity space.
Half of the physical body has long since disappeared, leaving only a ball of original ghost energy wandering and dodging in the golden light.
Occasionally, when he is struck by the golden light, he screams repeatedly, obviously being seriously injured.
In an instant, the ghost cultivator was trapped in a palm-sized transparent gold ball, unable to escape.
"receive!"
The old Taoist clicked lightly, and the golden ball fell into his hands.
With a thought, the huge spiritual consciousness penetrated the soul of the ghost cultivator, searching for the soul. The ghost cultivator wailed and rolled continuously in the golden ball.
After a while, the old Taoist sighed and put the golden ball into his sleeve.
Unexpectedly, this ghost cultivator was actually related to both Qin Zhongxi and Emperor Jiaming.
