In the world of cultivating immortals, people can fight with everyone on equal terms.

When the Dark Ghost Taoist finished speaking, he was seen burning his own immortal body directly, and a terrifying green flame suddenly burned on his body. The whole person was like an evil ghost coming out of hell, rushing straight to where Li Zhoujun was.

Li Zhoujun was not far away from him, and the Dark Ghost Taoist had really made up his mind at this moment, risking his life to drag Li Zhoujun down with him.

So it was just a breath.

The Dark Ghost Taoist had already arrived in front of Li Zhoujun.

Even Emperor Hao did not react.

After all, the Dark Ghost Taoist could practice the escape technique to the extreme, so his speed would naturally not be too bad. Among the sixth-grade immortals, he was definitely enough to rank at the top, not to mention that he also burned his own immortal body, and his speed at this time was comparable to that of the seventh-grade immortal.

"Mr. Li, be careful!" Emperor Hao could only remind him at this moment.

Li Zhoujun was helpless.

He was so handsome, was he so hated?

However, at this time, the Dark Ghost Taoist had a smug smile on his face: "Boy, you want to kill me? Take the magic weapon from me? How can it be so easy? Even if I die, I will drag you, the old cunning villain, with me!"

While speaking, the Dark Ghost Taoist also started to take action.

I saw a palm with green flames reaching straight for Li Zhoujun's heart.

"Really?" Li Zhoujun chuckled and raised his hand to punch.

Boom!

The Dark Ghost Taoist's palm collided with Li Zhoujun's fist, making a dull sound that shook the earth.

"You are also a sixth-grade true immortal?!"

The Dark Ghost Taoist widened his eyes in disbelief.

He thought that the cultivation level of a spiritual formation master should not be that high.

Who would have thought that this young man was actually the same as him, both of them were sixth-grade true immortals, and after fighting, they were evenly matched!

Emperor Hao seized this opportunity, and in a flash, he appeared beside the Dark Ghost Taoist, raising his hand to grab his neck.

Seeing this, the Dark Ghost Taoist showed a trace of fear in his eyes, but he still shouted: "Sooner or later, you will be like me, dead without a burial place..."

Before he finished speaking.

Emperor Hao had already grabbed the back of his neck, gently pinched it, and then there was a click. The life in the eyes of the Dark Ghost Taoist gradually disappeared, and the green flame that was originally burning on his body quickly spread to his front body, burning himself into ashes.

Not leaving any benefits even after death, this is the last stubbornness of the Dark Ghost Taoist.

"Mr. Li, you have hidden a hand again, which made me worry about you before."

Emperor Hao shook his sleeves at this time, looking at Li Zhoujun with a smile on his face.

Although Emperor Hao had some complaints, it was actually just a joke between friends. After all, no one is obliged to tell you how many cards he has hidden. After all, this kind of thing is related to life.

Li Zhoujun smiled bitterly and shook his head. After all, he really didn't want to be like this. If an immortal emperor came, wouldn't he be able to explain it more clearly at that time?

So scary!

At the same time.

Among the powerful people of the combined and tribulation realms gathered here in Nanzhou and hidden in the void.

There was a black-robed figure trembling.

This person was the Ghost King who had moved to Nanzhou not long ago.

Hearing that there was a true immortal preaching, he naturally would not miss this opportunity.

He thought to himself, who dared to be presumptuous in the lower world when such a powerful person as the true immortal preached?

What happened.

No one in the lower world was presumptuous.

But someone came from the damn immortal world!

At this moment, the Ghost King really doubted himself for a while, whether he had poked the immortal's nest.

Why is there a strong immortal-level person fighting wherever he goes?

But speaking of it.

The Ghost King also had a little insight during the fight between the ghost Taoist and the three true immortals.

As long as I find a better place to retreat this time and not be disturbed, I will definitely be able to break through the realm of tribulation!

Just as the Ghost King was silently calculating where to move next.

Hao Huang and Li Zhoujun also came to the front of Ziyun Zhenren.

"Brother Ziyun, how is the injury?"

Hao Huang asked with concern.

Ziyun Zhenren smiled bitterly and said, "It's okay, but it seems that I can't ascend today. If it weren't for the two upper-level true immortals, Ziyun would probably bring a great disaster to the entire Tianyuan world."

"Brother Ziyun doesn't need to blame himself too much. After all, there are still very few people like the Dark Ghost Taoist." Hao Huang comforted.

"I hope so." Ziyun Zhenren said helplessly. How much he hoped at this moment that this was a world without Lao Liu.

If they fought head-on.

It doesn't matter if I die, after all, I am not as skilled as others, I can admit it.

But if I am killed by others.

This is really uncomfortable. It can be said that I don't understand who my opponent is and who is stronger than me.

But there is a saying that goes, if you can't beat them, join them.

Ziyun Zhenren also made up his mind in his heart that he would immerse himself in studying this way when he returned this time.

Time passed in a flash, and three days passed.

The thousands of creatures that had gathered in Ziyun Mountain also dispersed at this moment.

Because of the existence of Ziyun Zhenren, naturally no one dared to approach Ziyun Mountain rashly.

After all, even if Ziyun Zhenren's performance in the battle three days ago was not satisfactory.

But he is a real fifth-grade true immortal.

If they came, let alone the palm of the Dark Ghost Taoist.

I'm afraid they can't bear even a breath of the Dark Ghost Taoist.

And Li Zhoujun and Haohuang were not in a hurry to leave Ziyun Mountain.

Instead, they waited for another three days.

Ziyun Zhenren adjusted his state and successfully ascended to the fairyland before planning to leave Ziyun Mountain.

"Where are you going next, Mr. Li?" Hao Huang asked Li Zhoujun with a smile.

"Of course, I'm going to take a look around this famous place in Nanzhou." Li Zhoujun laughed.

"Hahaha, in that case, it seems that I can only return to Qingzhou alone." Hao Huang sighed.

After the two talked for a while.

Hao Huang said goodbye and left.

After Li Zhoujun saw Hao Huang off.

It's time to prepare to leave.

Ten days later.

A young man dressed in a green shirt, elegant and easy-going, walked to a small lake and sat down.

"I'm tired, I have to take a good rest." The young man yawned, stretched, leaned against a tree next to him, and began to take a nap.

This person was Li Zhoujun who had been playing in Nanzhou for ten days.

At this moment, Li Zhoujun seemed like a mortal on the road, who was tired and took a nap here.

"Hey, how can there be mortals here?"

Three figures came out of the forest by the lake.

These three figures were a burly young man, a young man with a proud face, and a young girl. They were all wearing uniform white clothes and carrying the same long sword.

It is not difficult to guess from their dress that the three people are disciples of a sect of immortal cultivation.

The person who just spoke was the only girl among them.

The girl looked pretty, but she looked much more stable than the two boys next to her.

"Senior sister, I'll let this guy leave, otherwise if he continues to sleep here, I'm afraid he won't know how he died." The burly young man turned his head and said to the pretty girl.