The dragon bow was opened with just one arrow, and Yang Yu was almost exhausted. This was too rare for him.

After the Earth-shaking God Seed entered his soul, his energy was almost endless, and it was the first time he felt tired. This feeling moved him a little.

However, this did not delay him from holding Feng Hao's "soul" in his hands.

"you!"

Feng Hao was extremely frightened while pinching his five fingers.

Naturally, he is not a person who is fearless of death. Otherwise, he would not have survived the pursuit of the sloppy Taoist and defected to the Blood Demon.

But before the ghost baby appeared and was caught by this hand, he was really fearless.

He, who is in the dark book, has an immortal obsession. Apart from the blood demon, he is not afraid of anyone at all. What is life and death a single thing?

As long as the illusion is reopened, he can still regain his body.

However, at this moment, the moment the five fingers held him, he finally felt fear. His palm was like a black hole, and he wanted to devour his soul.

"ghost!"

Looking at this soul body that seemed to be virtual and illusion, Yang Yu was also very cautious in his heart.

He is not a bloodthirsty person, but over the years, there have been more people who died at his hands than most ordinary people have ever seen.

But from the bandits to the masters, everyone has died and has never seen such a "soul body".

In fact, he knew the specialness of the person in front of him at first sight.

The fantasy realm of immortals and magic is ultimately the past of the dividing of heaven and earth. All the creatures in it have disappeared, and those who have died have no fate...

He knew exactly what this meant...

‘Another sign of the change of heaven? The tide theory mentions that after the change of heaven, the soil where ghosts exist will appear again…’

Yang Yu thought, and the purple gold gourd that had been looking forward to it suddenly trembled, and he opened his mouth impatiently through his palm.

"An, Brother An save me!"

The shrill scream came to an abrupt end.

In the eyes of everyone, the soul fog was extinguished, but only Yang Yu could see clearly that this ghost was swallowed by the purple gold swallowing treasure gourd!

‘Finally, I swallowed a ghost!’

Yang Yu even felt the moaning of the purple gold swallowing treasure gourd. The little thing fell in the corner with satisfaction, rolling back and forth...

"this……"

Looking at the mist dissipated after being extinguished by Yang Yu, Guiying's face turned pale.

After eating, he really ate...

"Dead..."

Lu Qingting breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was a Taoist priest, he had never dealt with such things.

"It's probably dead."

Yang Yuqu stretched out his finger.

With his current physique, he could feel his fingers unable to bear the power of this mouth, which shows how powerful this mouth is.

"Is this dead?"

Gu Qingyi was a little surprised and suspicious. She looked at Lu Qingting, a little suspicious:

"This evil path is powerful, but I'm afraid I can't intervene in the confrontation between the ancestor and the blood demon..."

The other people also looked at him.

It is true that after this battle, everyone had to admit that Feng Hao was extremely powerful and that everyone was not a match for joining forces. If it weren't for Yang Yu's indiscriminate entry, they would be afraid that they would not be able to escape.

But everyone would never believe that this person could intervene in the battle between the Martial Saint and the Shidu Immortal.

"This matter..."

Lu Qingting wanted to speak but stopped, but Yang Yu's heart moved. The rest of the people realized it later, but they all looked at the city gate.

At some point, a strong mist had flooded the city gate. On the tall city gate tower, a young man in blood stood with his hands behind his back.

"I beat the swallows all day long, but unfortunately I was pecked by the swallows today..."

The calm voice was like a cold current sweeping across. Everyone who heard it was cold in their hearts, and the ghost baby had already shrank into a ball.

"Feng Hao's martial arts are indeed not enough to influence the confrontation between me and Zhang Sloppy, but he is the ghost that I have spent many years of effort to awaken..."

The young man in blood stood by the wind, his eyes swept across everyone one by one, and finally fell on Yang Yu, deep and cold:

"Are you a judge?"

Judge?

Gu Qingyi was shocked, and the rest of them were facing a great enemy, and they all approached Lu Qingting, and the latter shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"The fog covered the whole city and could not escape..."

Can't escape...

After hearing this, everyone's expressions changed.

As a true species of various sects, the few people present naturally have their own arrogance, especially when they were a thousand years ago, they felt a sense of transcendence.

But after this battle, I no longer looked down on me. When I faced the blood demon, I suddenly felt that the pressure increased...

"Ten Du Immortals."

Feng Wushuang's heart sank slightly.

"Yes or no, what's the difference?"

Yang Yu was not surprised or confused, but turned to Lu Qingting:

"Zhang Zhenren, aren't you still showing up?"

"Um?!"

"Zhang Zhenren?"

"Master?!"

Before he finished speaking, everyone looked at Lu Qingting. The latter smiled bitterly, then straightened his back and his voice became old:

"How did Xiaoyou Yang see me here?"

The old voice echoed in the city.

At this moment, the appearance and posture of "Lu Qingting" did not change at all, but his entire aura changed drastically.

Just the stagnation of the spine and a sense of inability to bear it fills everyone's hearts.

Then, everyone, including Feng Wushuang, felt a sense of relief and a feeling of relief rushed into their hearts.

There is a kind of great stability that can be achieved by the sky falling between days and nights.

This is certainly the indescribable great stability and peace contained in this voice, but also because of the owner of this voice.

The old Taoist life was the backbone of the Hanging Mountain, the backbone of Taoism, and the backbone of the martial arts world.

"Master!"

Gu Qingyi couldn't help but bow down.

"It's really unpredictable that Zhenren Zhang's actions are hidden. However, it is said that you have been in your life and die. You have never let the younger generation charge forward and sit firmly on Diaoyutai..."

After hearing the sound, Yang Yu felt sure and smiled:

"So, guess."

As mentioned, Zhang Lai's actions are really invisible to others. Even if he perceives powerlessness, he cannot perceive his whereabouts.

However, when the Hanging Mountain saw Longyuan Sword had already remembered this breath.

Before he entered the city, the Longyuan sword was out of the sheath, and it buzzed for a long time without falling. He kept urging him to abandon his magical powers and confront him...

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"Good boy, I know that I am deep!"

Amid the hearty laughter, Zhang Lai subconsciously stroked his beard with his hands, but he felt empty. Where did Lu Qingting have a little beard?

He was a little embarrassed and looked at the top of the city:

"Mr. An Dao, I haven't seen you for a long time. How do you feel when you see the old Dao?"

"Zhang Lai!"

The young man in blood looked dark and he immediately sneered:

"Everyone in the world says that you, Zhang Lai and noble, but you still occupy the flesh of your disciples? Why, after a thousand years of hardship, I finally can't stand it. I want to learn from me and resurrect myself?"

"For you, a thousand years of loneliness is torture, pain, and deep despair, but to the old Taoist..."

Zhang Lai gently put on her sleeves and helped up the overjoyed disciples of the later generations. He looked around and looked at the grass, wood, brick and stone:
To be continued...