Dao Shaohua

The girl was dressed in Tsing Yi, her peerless face was as cold as ice, and between her brows, there was a three-point arrogance.

She surrounded the iron-headed arhat like a thunderbolt, and quickly drew her sword to fight against the leader of the ghost.

There were at least dozens of people nearby, cheering for the girl together.

"Junior Sister Qingshuang, that's amazing!"

"Junior Sister Qingshuang, kill the ghost leader!"

"Refining Qi, chopping and building foundations is indeed the seed of the Supreme Dao!"

Fu Xialiang stopped to watch, her eyes full of admiration.

Zhang Yue couldn't help asking: "Who is this chick?"

"Junior Sister Ye Qingshuang, unlike us, is the seed of immortal cultivation from our Supreme Dao."

"Cultivation seeds?"

"Yes, our inner disciples are divided into three leaves, six branches and nine types!

I am the third leaf among the three leaves, and I am just an ordinary inner disciple.

After Sanye, advance to Liuzhi, and Liuzhi is an elite disciple.

After six branches, there are nine types of advancement, one type of core disciple, five types of true disciples, and nine types of direct lineage from the master! "

Zhang Yue said: "You guys are too good, you have quite a lot of rules!"

"Oh, no way!"

Over there, Ye Qingshuang suddenly let out a whistling sound, like thunder, and her speed immediately increased.

Fu Xialiang couldn't help shouting: "Junior Sister Qingshuang, come on!"

But when he shouted, several colleagues around him looked at him, as if they were very disgusted, and directly blocked his sight.

One could tell at a glance that Fu Xialiang was human and dog-smelling.

It's impossible for a boy with six senior sisters to love him to have any good friends!

Fu Xialiang also wanted to change his position to see that he also wanted to develop the other party into his senior sister.

Zhang Yue scolded: "Useless things, hurry up, let's kill the Lord of the Ghost Cave."

Fu Xialiang didn't want to move, and looked straight at Ye Qingshuang.

Zhang Yue said: "Women are skeletons, what's there to see.

Think about it, if you killed the master of the ghost cave, would she still be chasing after you? "

After saying this, Fu Xialiang nodded, and quietly walked towards the distance.

Through the guardian leader, there is a passage, which is the place to go to the Lord of the Ghost Cave.

Basically, no one went here. If Fu Xialiang wanted to kill the Lord of the Ghost Cave, he had to kill the guarding leader first.

Now the guard leader is fighting fiercely with the people, and he has picked up a bargain.

During the battle, Ye Qingshuang glanced sideways and saw Fu Xialiang's figure entering the passage.

I didn't meet any fellow disciples along the way, because this is the main hall of the Lord of the Ghost Cave, and no one came here.

I saw a large hall in the distance, several miles in radius, several times the area of ​​the square long hall, and in the center of that hall, there was a throne.

On the throne, sits a terrifying Shura ghost!

The Lord of the Ghost Cave is a full three feet tall, with ferocious fangs, a livid face, wings on his back, and six arms in his body. He is extremely ferocious.

At his feet, a pile of skulls seemed to be crying.

Seeing him, Fu Xialiang's expression changed and he dared not approach him.

Yang Xiuming laughed, and said, "There's a show!"

"The body gives me command!"

Fu Xialiang hesitated for a moment, but still let go of her body.

Zhang Yue shouted over there: "Hahaha, junior, you have finally been fooled, our Heavenly Demon has succeeded in seizing the body!"

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Yang Xiuming is so angry, Zhang Yue is joking again!

Don't scare him, this kid's verdict has not changed!

But Fu Xialiang didn't respond when he heard Zhang Yue's joke.

Yang Xiuming nodded. This kid has a very high psychological quality.

Yang Xiuming stretched out his hand to curse the night, and all the will-o'-the-wisps along the way were extinguished.

At this point, outside the main hall, there was darkness, and Yang Xiuming's night assimilated into it, and it immediately took effect.

Seeing this for the first time, Fu Xialiang couldn't help but gasp.

Yang Xiuming didn't go into the hall at all, but outside the hall, he shot silently, cursing in the night, and the will-o'-the-wisps in the hall were extinguished one by one.

Yang Xiuming's dark night assimilation range has now reached 800 meters, but the hall is several miles away, and can only extinguish part of the will-o'-the-wisps here.

The Lord of the Ghost Cave suddenly raised his head and let out a ghostly howl, as if to warn Yang Xiuming.

But Yang Xiuming had already extinguished the will-o'-the-wisp at the entrance of the main hall, and it was completely dark, assimilated into the night.

However, the master of the ghost cave didn't care about the extinguishment of the will-o'-the-wisp. It was just a ghost. In fact, light and darkness didn't mean anything to him.

Yang Xiuming quietly came to the side of the main hall, where there was a wall.

Touching the wall, Yang Xiuming stretched out his hand to strike, and the wall was cursed by the night to burn a hole the size of a human head.

Yang Xiuming moved, followed the hole and came to the back of the wall.

He took the walls around the hall as the center and walked like this.

Silently sensing, breaking through the walls of the main hall from time to time, extinguishing the nearby will-o'-the-wisps.

After making a big circle like this, all the will-o'-the-wisps in the entire hall were extinguished.

However, the walls that were destroyed at the beginning were all restored.

Moreover, the will-o'-the-wisp at the doorway on the road also ignited silently and recovered automatically.

This is the characteristic of the ghost cave. It is refined by Da Neng and will automatically recover.

Yang Xiuming hurriedly extinguished these will-o'-the-wisps, until now the hall was completely dark.

For the Lord of the Ghost Cave, whether there is light or not is meaningless.

This will-o'-the-wisp was arranged for the monk who challenged him.

Yang Xiuming quietly entered the hall.

The night assimilates each other.

Just assimilated, the other party stood up in an instant and waved his hand suddenly.

A ghostly aura burst out vigorously, sweeping all directions, and everywhere it went, everything was turned into ashes.

At the critical moment, Yang Xiuming fell to the ground in a hurry, rolling desperately.

At this moment Zhang Yue controlled the physical body, he rolled around on the ground, the lazy donkey rolled, it was very indecent, but he avoided this terrible blow by rolling and rolling.

Yang Xiuming couldn't help but said: "You look unusual when you're rolling."

"I don't know either, maybe!"

"I can't assimilate the darkness!"

"Then let's strike a sword!"

"Do we have swords?"

At this time, Yang Xiuming and Zhang Yue discovered a terrible problem, they did not have a sword.

Fu Xialiang said: "Yes, I still have a ritual sword here.

Zongmen gave it for nothing, don't want it for nothing! "

After finishing speaking, he wanted to take out a sword from the storage bag.

Yang Xiuming said, "Wait a minute!"

They left the hall, and then took out the ritual sword.

This sword is actually not weaker than Yang Xiuming's corundum before, but it is not as good as Qingfeng.

Yang Xiuming started to assimilate, and the assimilation was completed in less than a dozen breaths, which shows that his current strength has improved greatly.

Come again!

Yang Xiuming sneaked into the hall again, approaching the opponent step by step.

This time it went very smoothly, approaching the other party ten feet away.

This distance is enough, and Zhang Yue's "White Ape Holds the Peach Sword" can be reached in one sprint.

Fu Xialiang asked: "Do you use Excalibur as one?"

Zhang Yue shook his head and said, "No, that's not strong enough!"

"bring it on!"

Yang Xiuming shouted: "Let's..."

Fu Xialiang didn't react.

Zhang Yue passed the method of unity to him.

Yang Xiuming shouted again: "Let's..."

At this moment, the three of them shouted together: "One mind!"

In an instant, the three of them merged into one, and their infinite power soared.

Yang Xiuming's giant hand covers the sky with one hand, Zhang Yue controls his body and draws out his sword, "White Ape Holds the Peach Sword" Sword Five...

In just a flash, a sword pierced the ghost cave master.

But the master of the ghost cave was full of sarcasm.

When Fu Xialiang arrived at the entrance of the main hall, it felt Fu Xialiang's breath, the fifth level of Qi refining, as if joking.

So it didn't care at all, and just attacked them casually.

But his sarcastic breath suddenly changed color.

"Jiuxiao Jiuyuan Absolute Immortal Sword"

With thoughts turned into swords, all thoughts are true, nine days and ten places, there is no disadvantage!

The changes of the Juexian are infinitely wonderful, and the clothes of the Daluo Jinxian are blood-stained.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to be suspended in time, and everything stood still!

There was no light, no darkness, no sound, nothing, nothing.

The Lord of the Ghost Cave didn't suffer any damage, but his whole body was stiff.

Under this Juexian sword, Jue Ming, death, directly fly to ashes!

But in an instant, a huge force rebounded.

With a click, Fu Xialiang's sword shattered, and his magic robe shattered, and then the person flew up, slammed into the wall, and spurted blood.

The realm of difference is too great!

But Fu Xialiang, kill the Lord of the Ghost Cave!

He was still vomiting blood, and the entire ghost cave roared, and all the ghosts died.

Ye Qingshuang was about to slay the Iron-headed Arhat with a sword, when there was a click, the Iron-headed Arhat was automatically shattered.

Then these Supreme Dao monks were teleported away one by one, and in a blink of an eye, there was no one in the ghost cave.

Then the ghost cave turned into a stream of light and poured into Fu Xialiang's mind.