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BOSS versus BOSS, minions versus minions.

The people of Shenjian Sect and Xuan Yue Sect were still fighting an earth-shattering fight in Fufeng City, while Xie Changlin and Xie Changgeng had already moved to Pianpian Valley.

The two sides were fighting evenly. Except for the men who stayed behind to guard the sect to prevent changes, all the high-end combat forces that Xie Changlin could use were sent out.

Sisi was also held back by the mount of the protector of the Xuanyue Sect, and the only person facing Xie Changgeng was Xie Changlin himself.

After a hundred moves, Xie Changlin was swatted away by the sky-covering hand transformed by the ghost energy, and he hit the mountain wall violently, and was buried under the falling rocks.

"Cough cough..."

A muffled cough came from beneath the pile of rocks.

The dim morning light tore through the dim sky, and thunder followed the torrential rain.

"Rumble--"

Thunder rolled across the sky.

Purple thunder and lightning kept shining behind the thick dark clouds. Through the faint light that appeared and disappeared, you could see piles of rocks flying around under a wave of air.

It broke nearby ancient trees and splashed muddy water.

Xie Changlin walked from the center of the explosion in a messy state, his hair hanging down from his meticulous crown, and his clear face was streaked with blood.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, alert to Xie Changgeng's actions, and at the same time calmly observed the gradually forming ghost realm.

After Xie Changgeng's death, he had the opportunity to become a ghost cultivator. He was indeed much more powerful than Xie Changgeng, the young master of the Second Bing Sect who only knew how to fight against the sky and the earth.

He actually owns a domain, in which he is considered the master.

It should be.

After all the changes, it's time for them to change.

"Xie Changlin, do you remember where this is?"

The ghostly energy in his right hand continued to flow towards the surroundings. The man's dark red robes were flying, and his two strands of hair were fluttering in front of his handsome and three-dimensional face, making him look unruly.

The gloomy Netherworld seemed to have its curtains opened, and the ruined Pianpian Valley clearly appeared in the field of vision.

Xie Changlin knew it all too well.

It was the one night of hugging each other in Pianpian Valley that made him determined to seduce his sister by any means necessary.

Xie Changgeng stared into his eyes with a serious expression.

"Back then, when you sent me away here, the person you really wanted to send away wasn't me, right?"

He didn't need Xie Changlin to answer before he could speak.

"It's because of you that I became like this, Xie Changlin, things end where they begin.

Since you are not willing to obey my orders to deal with that woman, just go and die! "

The ground under his feet instantly turned into black mud, bubbling like a boil, and quickly trapped Xie Changlin.

Within a few breaths, the black mud was submerged up to his knees.

Ghost energy and spiritual power were incompatible, and Xie Changlin felt as if his legs wrapped in black mud were being burned.

But the cold air was like a gangrene attached to the bone, seeping into the bone marrow and wrapping around the soul.

The more you struggle, the deeper you sink, and the harder it becomes to sustain your spiritual power.

Xie Changlin's face turned pale, and his spiritual energy was entangled with ghost energy, making it increasingly difficult to resist.

He swallowed the blood in his mouth, looked at the man blinded by hatred with sympathetic eyes, and sighed softly:

"Love cannot be achieved, and love breeds hatred. Xie Changgeng, you are much more pitiful than me. You said you can't love your sister. It's so funny. Without love, where can hatred come from?"

He calmly used blood and essence to draw talismans on his back, while deliberately stimulating Xie Changgeng.

"You should cherish this opportunity to live your life again. Why should you try your best to appear in front of your sister again?

She didn't love you when you were human, how could she care about you when you were a ghost?

It's so pitiful. Whether it's before or after death, the people you keep hating are deeply imprinted on your soul. Unless both your soul and soul are destroyed, you can't get rid of them. "

"Shut up, shut up!"

The furious voice was like rolling thunder.

The man suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, his eyes filled with anger flashing with interest.

"Hahaha, Xie Changlin, you are really sharp-tongued!"

His face was cold and stern, and the corners of his lips curved into a deep sarcasm, "Do you think I don't know that you are using provoking methods, and deliberately provoke me so that you can launch a fatal blow while I am distracted?

Hahahahahahaha, you can think of it, but I can’t think of it? "

At the moment when Xie Changgeng's anger reached its peak, Xie Changlin quickly activated the blood talisman, and a thin white light flashed past.

Because of the folding of space, Xie Changlin appeared silently in front of Xie Changgeng and pierced the man's chest with his long sword.

His face was pale, his breathing was heavy, and his legs were burned beyond recognition by the ghost energy.

Holding the hilt of the sword, he smiled coldly:

"But I still succeeded, right? You can never calm down when it comes to your sister."

The man's laughter stopped suddenly, his red eyes locked firmly on Xie Changlin, and one after another heart-wrenching words popped out from between his thin lips.

"Do you think you have won, my good brother?"

His right hand turned into a claw, grabbing the blade and pulling it out little by little. The strong ghost energy continued to leak out along the wound.

Part of it sank beneath his feet, disillusioning his legs.

Part of it followed the sword and bit Xie Changlin's hand.

The black ghost energy gave birth to two pairs of red eyes, staring at Xie Changlin eagerly, as if he had really turned into a poisonous snake.

The man's pupils turned a strange dark red. He half-squinted his eyes and chuckled with some kind of bewitchment:

"Since you know I'm not a human being, how can I have a heart? If I don't have a heart, how can I be afraid of your sword?"

Anger and resentment were hidden under that evil smile, and the ghost energy around him was agitated, wishing to tear all the living creatures in the ghost realm to pieces.

The long sword withdrew from his chest little by little. Xie Changlin held the hilt of the sword in a daze, and a double image of the man appeared in his field of vision.

After the sword blade completely left his chest, the ghost energy around him rushed in, quickly filling up his injuries.

The hand holding the blade quickly flipped and prepared a devastating blow, hitting Xie Changlin's chest.

He flew upside down all the way, and the blood he vomited spilled out in beautiful curves.

Xie Changgeng put one hand behind his back, walked over with his head held high, and kicked the person on the ground mercilessly with his right foot, crushing him hard.

Putting his elbows on his knees, he leaned over and admired the other person's appearance of vomiting blood.

"He even vomited out his internal organs. What a pitiful little person!"

"My good brother, you are about to die. Why hasn't your sister come to save you? Could it be...has she forgotten your existence? Hahahahaha..."

Xie Changlin curled up and grabbed the man's foot that was stamping on his abdomen with both hands. The pain was so intense that it penetrated his soul, leaving him speechless.

The man leaned over and held his hair, lifted his upper body, and forced him to look at him closely.

"Look, look, how distressing my brother is. You just used this pitiful face to seduce that woman, right?"

Xie Changlin was sweating in pain and his facial features were distorted, but the begging for mercy that Xie Changgen expected did not come.

In fact, if it wasn't for the severe pain, the other party wouldn't even shed a single tear.

"Okay, okay, very good."

Xie Changgeng drew Xie Changlin's sword from the air, injected it with ghost power, held it with both hands and stabbed it hard.