Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Yuan Xiaolou said: "I have been walking in the world with my grandfather and never participated in the affairs of the cultivation world. It is normal that you have never heard of my name.

Senior, since you and I are both people of the ghost way, why don't I and grandpa go together, how about it?"

The mysterious man smiled and said: "I said that if you can beat me in the ghost way magic, I will let you go.

It's a pity that although your cultivation level is high, your attainments in the ghost way magic do not seem to be high."

Yuan Xiaolou said: "I have been practicing the ghost way magic for less than half a month, so I can't compare with the senior."

"What?

What did you say?

You have only been practicing the ghost way magic for a few days?"

The mysterious man was really surprised tonight.

The ghost way magic is not connected with other skills. Even if this "Ye Lou'er" has the cultivation level of the immortal realm as a foundation, it is impossible to comprehend the ghost way magic so deeply in just a few days.

He can even activate the Nine Yuan Soul Devouring Curse and the Undead Puppet Technique.

The mysterious man does not seem to believe that there is such a genius in the world.

But seeing that "Ye Lou'er" had a sincere expression, it didn't seem like he was lying.

The mysterious man fell into silence.

Yuan Xiaolou hadn't heard him speak for a long time, so he reached out to greet Grandpa and Fan Tong, ready to take the opportunity to slip away.

But at this moment, a blue light appeared in the sky full of snowflakes.

The storyteller who had been hiding behind the door of the lobby trembled slightly when he saw the blue light.

He knew what the blue light was and how terrifying it was.

He shouted, "Girl, be careful!"

Contrary to the storyteller's expectations, the blue light did not attack Yuan Xiaolou.

The light just passed through the air like lightning, as if it had split the space, leaving a dark crack in the air.

Countless ghosts and spirits roared out from the crack.

These ghosts had long been refined by the mysterious man and turned into evil spirits, all of whom were fierce and full of hostility.

And there were so many of them. In a blink of an eye, there were at least 20,000 ghosts filling the top of the charity cemetery.

The old storyteller's face was extremely gloomy.

He murmured in his heart: "So many ghosts... How many innocent lives have he devoured in the past few years!"

The mysterious man seemed to have a murderous intention towards Yuan Xiaolou, and the evil spirits in the sky rushed towards Yuan Xiaolou with a scream.

Behind him were Grandpa and the rice bucket, and Yuan Xiaolou had no way to retreat.

She gritted her teeth and put her right palm on her lower abdomen with her palm facing up.

Suddenly, a ball of dark light condensed about three inches above her palm.

The ball of black light rotated violently, and the black gas disappeared in an instant, forming a seal with an ancient shape.

The ghosts in the sky had already pounced down and wrapped Yuan Xiaolou tightly, but then countless ghosts screamed and screamed in pain.

The mysterious man made another sound, because he felt that these ghost puppets that he had refined seemed to not listen to his command at this moment! "Come out!"

Yuan Xiaolou's cry sounded, and then he saw the ghosts in the sky rushing towards the northwest corner of the yard.

There was a coffin there.

Bang! The coffin exploded, and a figure wrapped in thick black air leaped out.

Facing the countless evil spirits that turned against him, the mysterious man roared, and countless blue lights shot out, and each blue light shot through a ghost.

But there were too many ghosts, and the mysterious man could not get rid of these ghosts that he had worked hard to refine in a short time.

He shook his left hand, and a dark blue light curtain lit up at his wrist, covering his whole body.

The light curtain was very strong, and no matter how the ghosts attacked, they were blocked outside the light curtain.

Seeing this, the old storyteller murmured in his heart again: "Xuanling...Xuanling Qiankun Bracelet!"

The Xuanling Qiankun Bracelet is a treasure passed down by the founder of Cangyun Sect. It was lost more than 800 years ago and obtained by the Demon Sect. More than ten years ago, it was snatched back by Ye Xiaochuan from the hands of the Soul Devouring Old Demon and returned to Cangyun Sect.

The name of the mysterious man who appeared in the charity cemetery tonight is about to come out! It turned out to be the head of Cangyun Sect, the number one person in the world today, Yu Jizi! Yu Jizi announced that he was in seclusion the day before yesterday.

He was indeed in seclusion, but he was not in Cangyun Mountain, but ran to Tianshui City Yizhuang hundreds of miles away! At this moment, Yu Jizi's body was wrapped in thick black air and green light. Yuan Xiaolou could not see his appearance clearly, so only the storyteller recognized him, and Yuan Xiaolou did not recognize him.

As for Yuan Xiaolou, he always felt that the swallowing magic performed by Yu Jizi was very familiar, which can be traced back to several years ago.

At that time, Yu Jizi slaughtered the people of dozens of villages through the underground Yin veins. At that time, Yuan Xiaolou and his grandfather had spied on it in secret near Jinling.

Yuan Xiaolou only knew that Yu Jizi was refining the Zhushen Sword at that time. Later, there was no more village massacre in the world, and Yuan Xiaolou forgot about it.

How could she have thought that the person who appeared in this Yizhuang tonight was Yu Jizi who had saved the world! And he was hiding in the coffin! Yu Jizi was protected by the Xuanling Qiankun bracelet, and countless evil spirits could hardly cause any harm to him.

He said hoarsely: "What a great skill! How did you control these evil spirits I refined! How did you find out where I was hiding!"

Yuan Xiaolou shouted: "What do you care! Grandpa, I will hold this devil back, you take the rice bucket and go first!"

"Demon?

Hahahaha..." Yu Jizi seemed to be angered by the word "demon", and he laughed in anger.

Then he turned his hand to the sky and grabbed a long sword wrapped in blue light! It was the magic sword that killed gods! He swung the sword, and a blue light curtain enveloped it, and countless ghosts quickly disappeared in the light curtain.

He said: "No one has ever called me a demon, you are the first person! Tell you how you control the ghosts I refined! What kind of strange technique is this in the ghost world?"

Yuan Xiaolou shouted: "Don't even think about it! I will never tell you this big demon!"

"Then go to hell!"

Yu Jizi was extremely angry and swung the magic sword in his hand again, and countless blue sword beams swished towards Yuan Xiaolou.

Yuan Xiaolou did not dare to take out her life magic weapon Shuangjian, fearing that this person would recognize her identity, so she could only rely on her own cultivation to resist.

But the defensive barrier she laid around her body could not stop the blue sword beam full of terrifying devouring demon power.

In a blink of an eye, the defensive barrier was broken.

The storyteller was horrified and was about to make a move.

Suddenly, the sound of a zither sounded above the charity cemetery.

That's right, it was the sound of a zither! The next moment, dense space blades flew down like locusts, blocking the countless blue sword beams that shot towards Yuan Xiaolou.

It was strange that the God-Slaying Demon Sword, which could devour everything, seemed to lose its effectiveness when facing the space blades.

In an instant, all the sword beams in the sky were dissolved by the space blades.

Before the sound of the zither stopped, a woman's voice was heard.

He said coldly: "Forgive others when you can. Your Excellency has a cultivation that is so profound, why do you want to kill a young girl like this?"