Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Mu Ling was attracted by Xiao Lin and the distance between them was getting closer and closer.

Qi Wu Yue raised his hand and snapped his fingers, "Break."

With a crisp sound, a red light flashed in Mu Ling's eyes, and then he disappeared.

She staggered and fell to the ground weakly.

Without resentment, her spiritual power is based on the power of people's faith.

Without the power of faith, the spiritual power is naturally scattered, and being able to maintain it until now is already the limit.

The soul-stealing spell was broken, and the black copper bell in the blue-clothed disciple's hand instantly broke into pieces and shattered into copper pieces.

His face was terribly gloomy. He threw away the copper handle of the black bell and said coldly, "Useless thing."

"No, it's obviously because your magic weapon is too poor, crudely made and not worth mentioning." Qi Wu Yue corrected.

The blue-clothed disciple raised his hand and grabbed the Lord of Piyang Palace, quickly extracting a large amount of pure spiritual energy.

His cultivation level rose to the ninth level before he was able to take the blood snake back from his palm.

He threw the useless corpse at his feet.

Xiao Lin carefully examined the blood snake with white teeth and blood vessels, frowned and said, "That thing can extract and absorb the spiritual power of others, but it also looks like a part of his body."

Qi Wu Yue curled his lips and said, "It's just something to be refined."

"Some ghost cultivators remove powerful parts from monsters, refine them, and transplant them to cultivators, transforming them into monsters that are neither human nor ghost."

He challenged the blue-clothed disciple, "Why don't you continue to devour? Are you afraid that if you accidentally break through to the Condensed Veins Stage, you will be struck to death by thunder?"

Under the heavenly calamity, only one in a hundred ghost cultivators, who are sinister and against the will of heaven, can survive.

"You are so sharp-tongued, but it's a waste of time. Wait until I capture the two of you, and then we'll see how arrogant you can still be!" The blue-clothed disciple looked grim.

Qi Wu Yue looked strange, "Has he forgotten that the female ghost is still in our hands?"

Xiao Lin shook his head: "Or, in other words, the handle of the green skirt girl was fake from the beginning, and he gave it to us on purpose."

He took out the bottle that contained the female ghost in green skirt.

Sure enough, the blue-clothed disciple's eyes slid across the bottle without any sign of nervousness.

Xiao Lin asked: "Aren't you afraid that we will kill her?"

The blue-clothed disciple used his spiritual power to heal his previously severed hand while speaking calmly, "Two honorable immortals, I sincerely wish to recruit you two to be my personal alchemists. As for how Shanniang is dealt with, it is up to you two to do as you wish."

Qi Wu Yue laughed immediately, "Just relying on your stolen skills?"

"It doesn't matter whether it was stolen or robbed. What's important is that with your senior brother, a genius alchemist, my path of cultivation will be smooth sailing and I will be able to rise to the top quickly." The blue-clothed disciple's eyes revealed a determination to obtain it.

The female ghost in green skirt curled up at the bottom of the bottle, looking at the blue-clothed disciple with a somewhat resentful and cowering attitude.

Xiao Lin came to a conclusion that was almost absurd.

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the blue-robed disciple and said, "She is not your wife, or did you kill her?"

Qi Wu Yue was also slightly surprised.

The blue-clothed disciple's previous attitude towards the green-skirted female ghost, who was willing to die as long as he could save her, was all fake?

"As expected of an immortal, you are indeed intelligent." The blue-clothed disciple smiled with satisfaction.

An even more greedy light flashed in his eyes, "When I take you two as my slaves, you will give me advice on my path of cultivation, which will surely be of great benefit."

Qi Wu Yue folded his arms and sneered: "I think you grew up dreaming, who gave you the confidence?"

The blue-clothed disciple let out a creepy laugh, looked at Qi Wu Yue with a cold and piercing gaze and said, "Of course it's you."

A thick black aura emerged from his healed hand.

The black gas turned into a flag, with black iron as the pole and corpse skin as the flag. It was ten feet high and was surrounded by negative energy.

It’s the soul flag of a ghost cultivator!

The blue-clothed disciple activated the soul flag, and the black energy surged and gathered into a huge vortex. The suction force was fierce, like the bloody mouth of a wild beast.

Before Qi Wu Yue could react, everything went dark before his eyes.

The next second, he was already in a cold and eerie space.

Along with him, the confused Xiao Jin and the bewildered Xiao Yin Ling were taken in by the Soul Banner, both of whom had their hands tied by a layer of gray air.

The blue-clothed disciple's malicious voice sounded above this small space.

"Thanks to the Immortal, your shortcoming is too obvious, and it is a fatal weakness for your senior brother."

Qi Wu Yue: “…………”

The Southern Emperor raised his leg angrily and kicked away a gray skull at his feet.

He implied that I was useless.

Xiao Lin's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand and swung his magic sword filled with the Phoenix True Fire.

The golden-red flames were blazing and surging, cutting down a golden-red sword light.

The magic sword flew out of his hand and drew an arc in the air accompanied by fire.

He was as fast as an afterimage, spun around and approached, closing the distance between the two to within ten feet.

Then he grabbed the spiritual sword that was coming down from the air with precise movements. Xiao Lin held the sword in both hands, gathering strength for a strike with the power to split mountains and cut through seas. With a force of tremendous strength, he slashed head-on at the blue-clothed disciple.

One attack came first, and a stronger attack followed one after another.

The blue-clothed disciple felt a strong sense of crisis and raised his hand to pour out his spiritual power as if it was free.

The beams of spiritual energy were simply overwhelming.

Although his cultivation is one level higher than Xiao Lin's, it is better than the latter's achieved through steady and solid efforts.

Part of his cultivation comes from elixirs, and part comes from devouring the spiritual blood of others.

It is like building a high platform with rotten wood. It only has the form but is actually vulnerable.

In addition, since they are in the mortal world, there are no complete and advanced skills and weapons.

Therefore, the spiritual power that is simply accumulated by quantity seems to be as powerful as the sea.

But as soon as it came into contact with the flaming sword light, it immediately disintegrated and melted like a chicken or a dog.

He was like a water bag filled with excess liquid. Even though he looked huge, he did not have a strong physique and bones, and could only release his spiritual power softly.

The blue-clothed disciple drained away half of his spiritual power before he could barely withstand the first blow. His back was already covered in sweat, and his clothes were soaked.

Under the stern look of the alchemist, the second attack was already in sight, and the surging anger stung his eyeballs.

The blue-clothed disciple's eyes shrank in fear, and he subconsciously used the corpse skin soul flag to shield himself, using his spiritual power to activate the soul flag to refine the living soul inside, and shouted loudly: "Stop if you don't want her to die!"

"boom"

Xiao Lin tilted his wrist slightly, temporarily changing the direction of the spirit sword.

The half stone wall that silently endured all of this collapsed with a loud bang, and the air was filled with smoke and dust.

The blue-robed disciple activated his magic weapon.

In this small world in the Soul Banner, countless gray-white skeleton claws broke out of the ground under the feet of Qi Wu Yue and others, which were slender, curved and strange.

There is a small round hole in the palm of the skeleton's claws, and wisps of gray air flow out of it.

They grabbed the ankles of the strangers above, and the gray aura they released was like a rope, winding upwards in circles.

And those gray auras can actually drain vitality and even the soul.

Qi Wu Yue's spiritual consciousness is powerful, and he has long since cultivated the vital energy to protect his body, so no evil spirits can enter his body.

The ghost energy in the corpse skin soul flag could not cause any effect on him at all.

But the densely packed ghost hands under my feet are too annoying.

It's so ugly.

He raised his legs, each with a gray claw.

"Click" "Click"...

Crunchy.

Qi Wu Yue kicked the ghost claws one by one, turning them into powder.

He stepped happily, while listening to the noise outside with his ears perked up.

Hearing the blue-clothed disciple's threatening words, he immediately raised his head and shouted: "Don't listen to his threats, brother, beat him up!"