ghost master

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The war was about to break out, and everyone tensed up. Perhaps because of the high altitude, the sun seemed hotter than usual, but there was no wind at all. In this solemn atmosphere, even the noise of birds and beasts under the clouds was weak. down.

The two sides confronted each other for a long time, and then the suzerain of the Sha Xuezong spoke, not to Han Lin, but to Grandma Guanyue and the others: "This is a dispute between my Sha Blood Sect and the Snow Sky Sect, I, Mo Mo I would like to advise everyone in the Xianmeng not to meddle in other people's business."

Grandma Guanyue and several other Nascent Soul cultivators looked at each other, and they all knew that Moxiu, surnamed Mo, wanted them to withdraw their troops. Among them, the head of Xuantianmen showed hesitation, obviously he didn't want to help, but The rest stood firm.

"Old devil, do you really think that us cultivators are as selfish as your demon cultivators?" Master Jianqing sneered, "Even if the Snow Sky Sect doesn't take care of you, our Spirit Sword Sect won't watch you kill us." All the people in the world!"

Another old lame Taoist also said righteously: "Mo Lingtian, you killed my uncle's sect for cultivation 1000 years ago, this Taoist Aoki who hated me still remembers it!"

It turns out that the suzerain of this evil blood sect is inexplicably Ling Tian, ​​who was a villain who was punished by everyone 1000 years ago. Dao's Demon Cultivation Sect had destroyed several sects, and when both the immortal and demon worlds were furious and wanted to arrest him, he suddenly disappeared, and since this matter did not hurt the sect, it was left alone, so After thousands of years, almost no one remembers this incident, and Taoist Qingmu happened to escape from him that year, but his uncle was sucked dry by Mo Lingtian in order to save him, and he also limped a leg because of this, so Taoist Qingmu immediately remembered him when he saw him.

No wonder he felt familiar every time he saw Han Yang, but he didn't think much about it. He didn't expect the two to be father and son!Old Daoist Qingmu hated that he didn't mention this matter to the person in power of Xuetianzong when he met Han Yang at the beginning of the year. If he had mentioned it, maybe Xuetianzong would not be hollowed out by Han Yang little by little in 400 years.

Hearing this, Mo Lingtian glanced at the old man indifferently, and then remembered something: "Are you that kid who peed on his pants?"

Whoever he fell in love with back then was doomed to die, but he let go of a boy alone, because the boy didn't have much cultivation and was so scared that he peed his pants. He took his own sword and kicked him off the cliff. Unexpectedly, this man was not dead, and he became a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Seeing Mo Lingtian revealing his old background in front of everyone, the old Taoist Qingmu immediately blushed with embarrassment and anger, and immediately waved the Buddha Zen in his hand, and directly attacked Mo Lingtian!

"Old devil! Take your life!"

With the roar of Qingmu Laodao, the battle officially kicked off. The so-called capture of the thief first captures the king. When Han Lin was planning to follow the attack of Qingmu Laodao to attack Mo Lingtian, a tall man with an arrogant temperament took the lead. Standing in front of Han Lin.

"Your opponent is me." Han Yang said, staring straight at Han Lin's eyes with a smile.

Han Lin looked at him with a sullen face, then raised his chin slightly, showing a little disdain: "Why, do you want to kill me again?"

Han Yang smiled evilly: "My good senior brother is already dead and still so arrogant. Do you think my cultivation in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul is not worthy of being your opponent?"

"It's not that I despise your cultivation. I respect everyone, even if it's just a newborn baby. It's you who I despise." After speaking, Han Lin stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, and an ice sword appeared In his hand, seeing this, Han Yang actually took out an ice sword from the storage bag. It was Han Lin's relic, his natal magic weapon, the Xuanbing Sword.

"You are a soul, I don't want to take advantage of you, I will return your sword to you." Han Yang actually threw the Xuanbing sword in his hand to Han Lin as he said.

Han Lin took it. Although he was holding the sword with his mind, as a soul, he couldn't really hold the sword, but it was his natal magic weapon after all, so his strength was still increased by at least half.

"I thought you had completely fallen into the devil's way, but it seems that you still have a bit of a gentleman." Han Lin said in a rather complicated way. His behavior, he still looks like his favorite junior, rebellious yet personable, upright yet funny.

Hearing Han Lin's words, Han Yang also became complicated. He smiled slightly, with some wickedness and bitterness: "You know, I have always kept the name 'Han Yang'. I like The name."

And his real name is not this at all, and he doesn't want Han Lin to know.He gave up so many good things for his father and for the evil blood sect, at least this name, let him keep it.

Han Lin and Han Yang feel like brothers just by hearing their names.

Han Yang smiled and sacrificed his natal magic weapon from his body, a sword with flames burning on its surface, and attacked Han Lin.

Han Lin's gaze sharpened, and he held the Xuanbing Sword to receive the move head-on. The heat collided with the cold, and a dazzling and turbulent air wave erupted.

In the distance, Wang Xiaopang has been watching here, the battle has already started, everyone is moving, but he doesn't want to take his eyes off Han Lin.

It's so beautiful... It's obvious that the master is fighting with that big devil Han Yang, but their fighting postures are so beautiful, mixed in the ice, snow and flames, as if they are dancing...

Wang Xiaopang thought about it, and felt that their battle was very weird, and the two of them were not performing deliberately, nor did they give in at all. Their every move was full of murderous intent, which was obvious, but Wang Xiaopang just felt that How strange.

He thought about it carefully, and then suddenly realized that the two of them were too familiar with each other's moves, so even if they used the ultimate move, they could be easily deciphered by the other party, so it seems that they are obviously murderous. But it seems to be tricking.

Wang Xiaopang's eyes were filled with jealousy, and he finally understood that there was one thing he would never be able to compare with Han Yang, and that was the time he spent with Han Lin, a full 400 years of memories.

"Cultivator Xuexian!" A worried call brought Wang Xiaopang back to his senses, Wang Xiaopang finally took his eyes back from a distance, and looked back, only to see a little girl from the Spirit Control Sect hesitated to speak. looking at him.

What are you doing?Now it's a big battle!Wang Xiaopang was determined, and asked the little girl: "What's wrong?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Just now you... have a devilish energy..."

Wang Xiaopang was taken aback, "I have devilish energy in me?!"

"It's gone now." The little girl knew that Wang Xiaopang was weird, but she couldn't pursue it, so she told the business seriously: "The monster is attacking us."

Wang Xiaopang looked down, and sure enough, those demonized birds rushed towards the people of the Immortal Alliance with fierce eyes. Although they were harmless, they caused a lot of inconvenience to the monks in the battle, and caused them to reveal a lot of flaws. And once a monk accidentally fell into the forest below, those land monsters would immediately pounce on them.

Wang Xiaopang looked straight, and immediately issued an order decisively: "Squad [-] obeys the order! Kill those flying monsters! Team [-] goes down to deal with those land-walking monsters, and Team [-] keeps harassing and attacking the demon cultivators! Team [-] keeps attacking them!" Save people! Let the spirit beasts move the injured monks to the back! Xiaoqiang, you weave a barrier with giant arachnids!"

The little monk named Xiao Qiang said in a panic: "Mr. Xuexian, the acromantia is not lethal, but the web it weaves is sticky..."

"I didn't ask you to deal with those demon cultivators, just stick them to the net! Do as I say!" Wang Xiaopang said loudly, and then he noticed a group of mummies rushing towards them from the corner of his eyes, because most of the spirit beasts were captured by him. They were sent out, so there are only a few guardian spirit beasts left here and a large group of little monks who are manipulating the spirit beasts with their minds. Wang Xiaopang knew that he could not interfere with those little monks casting spells, otherwise the spirit beasts would be in chaos without instructions, so he Standing in front of him, he turned his talisman, the Baiweiguo, into the size of a large water tank, and then grabbed the Baiweiguo's ears with both hands, and swung the Baiweiguo fiercely in the air a few times, smashing the Baiweiguo towards the mummy that was rushing forward. past.

"Rampage!" Wang Xiaopang roared, and Baiweiguo rushed into the group of mummies with a flashing lightning arc, knocking them flying one by one like a ball.

"Oh~ not bad." A gloomy voice sounded, and Wang Xiaopang turned his head to look. It turned out to be that boyish Nascent Soul cultivator, who had sneaked into the Lingyuzong camp managed by Wang Xiaopang. A long tongue like a □□ was wrapped around a young girl's delicate neck, and the girl seemed to have no damage on the surface, but the part of the neck wrapped around the tongue was covered with blood-red veins, and the breath was gone.

Wang Xiaopang opened his eyes wide suddenly, grabbed the lightning whip and swung it towards the boy.

The lightning whip was originally only two meters long, but with Wang Xiaopang's swing, the lightning whip automatically extended to a hundred meters in the air, and it fell towards the top of the boy's head with force. Split in half.

The boy dodged and dodged, but his long tongue was still wrapped around the girl's neck, so the others were not hit, but Ke La's long tongue was firmly hit by the whip.

"Hey! It hurts!" The young man shrugged his painful shoulders, and his tongue was also untied from the girl's neck. Although most of it was retracted, it was still hanging out of his lips for a meter.

"It's all red..." The boy checked his long tongue with both hands, and then looked at Wang Xiaopang with tears in his eyes: "I am a person who really hates fighting with others. Suck the blood of a few teenagers and girls, but you made me a little angry, no, very angry."

After the boy finished speaking, he shot his long tongue at Wang Xiaopang, "I want to suck all your blood!"

The tongue was crooked, but it was coming fiercely. Before Wang Xiaopang could react, his neck was already entangled by the tongue. Wang Xiaopang was terrified, and quickly swung the whip to hit the tongue, but the whip hadn't When he swung it completely, his body softened and he almost fell from the sky.

body...can't move...

Wang Xiaopang immediately understood that the tongue was poisoned. He barely suspended in the air, trying to use the spiritual power in his body to send out lightning to force the tongue back. However, the spiritual power was running smoothly, but it was not under his control. , but flowed in his body in another way of operation.

This is……

Wang Xiaopang panicked, his spiritual power was pouring into the blood of his whole body, the other party wanted to force him to condense his blood!

"No..." Wang Xiaopang blushed, and at this moment a soft voice sounded in his ears.

"Mother! Don't be afraid! I'm coming!"

Wang Xiaopang glanced at his left ear, and saw the pea-sized spirit devouring worm "thump" bounce from Lei Ling's head to the sticky saliva tongue.

"I've never eaten my mother's blood! Why do you eat it!" The spirit devourer seemed very angry, and the tone of the baby's voice was like a baby whose milk was robbed by others.

"Huh?" Even though the spirit devourer was small, the boy still felt it. For some reason, he had a bad feeling in his heart, so he immediately untied his tongue from Wang Xiaopang's neck, trying to move it faster than before. The speed shrank back.

The speed of the other party's tongue retracting was so fast that the spirit-devouring worm was unsteady and fell off the tongue. Wang Xiaopang wanted to reach out to catch it, but his body hadn't recovered yet, not only failed to catch the spirit-devouring worm, He also fell from the sky helplessly.

"Xiaomei..." Wang Xiaopang muttered weakly, and saw a giant blue dragon flying over through the clouds and mist, and firmly caught the spirit devouring insect with its huge dragon head.

Wang Xiaopang heaved a sigh of relief, and then began to think about his situation. Just as he was trying to re-circulate the chaotic spiritual power in his body in a correct way, he fell into a warm embrace.

Wang Xiaopang raised his head in astonishment, a handsome face with nervousness and anxiety appeared in his field of vision, it was Tian Zixuan.