The two remaining ten realms in the Great Lakes of the East are called "Ku Wu" and the other is called "Xiao Yu".

The white-haired "young man" hanging in the air and stepping on the back of a large black bird, named Ku Wu. Although he looks young, he is actually a demon who practices ghost magic in his youth and is over 60 years old.

Behind Xu Yu, there was a huge flagpole on his back.

Behind the two were the tide of ghost cultivators gathered like the Black Sea. When they came to Bulao Mountain, they not only covered Bulao Mountain, but also suppressed the entire Jinhua City.

Two ghost cultivators at the tenth level looked at each other.

Wu Muran said with a grim hair: "It's finally here... As the lord said... kill the person on the mountain, and you'll be fine."

Ku Wu's eyes moved down.

"There are also formations...it should be a difficult character." He smiled and said, "Let's take action together?"

Xu Yu said calmly: "Be safe. Slaughter the city first and condense the yin energy."

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Countless people in Jinhua City fled, and the noise was hustle and bustle.

The escort of the city lord's mansion, Man Xian, pulled out the crossbow and shot it at the distant dome.

It’s a pity that the arrow shot into the evil spirit and melted layer by layer in an instant. Most of them were ordinary people who had not practiced and had not even ignited the spark. The exercise in the city lord’s mansion only strengthened their physical strength. How could they get the ghost cultivators?

The lord of Jinhua City who climbed to the top of the city was louder with his hands and hoarsely.

"I am a citizen of the Great Sui Dynasty--"

"The eastern realm is protected by the law, and ghost cultivation cannot kill animals!"

His voice rolled out.

It’s a pity that the two tenth level ghost cultivators who heard this voice did not look at all.

The voice of the lord of Jinhua City has not yet opened-

A sudden explosion came from the dome!

A huge soul-summoning banner was thrown out by Wu Yu at full force and shot from the clouds. It was like a crossbow arrow shot after being pulled over, and the air around him was wiped out, bringing out layers of sonic booms.

The next moment.

The hand that the lord of Jinhua City was about to take out the identity token, and half of his body was shot through by the flagpole of the big banner.

The earth and rocks splashed on the city, and this simple man, before he could even shout out his miserable howl, was quickly spread by a wisp of black flames, burning and turning into ashes.

A tall and thin figure squatted on the top of the flagpole of the soul-summoning banner and stood up slowly.

The remaining light between heaven and earth shines on him.

"Xiao Yu" raised a palm, and the embers after the city lord died were swirling around. In his palm, he turned into ghost fire. In the flames, a ferocious skull appeared faintly, and his resentment and evil spirits were extremely deep... This cultivator at the tenth level of the ghost realm had an extremely calm expression. With his divine thoughts, dozens of guards at the top of Jinhua City were instantly surrounded by black fire. Within three or four breaths, they turned into ashes, and rushed into his palm like the previous city lord.

Why should these mortals fight against themselves?

The ghost's soul cultivation technique is a forbidden technique clearly stipulated by the laws of the Great Sui Dynasty and must not be used within the territory.

If there is any contradiction, then the ghost cultivator who performs this technique will inevitably be tortured by cutting into pieces and being caught, and the ending will be that life is worse than death.

However, "Xiao Yu" doesn't care.

No one in the world dares to violate the laws of the Great Sui Dynasty.

But here, Liuli Mountain is the sky.

The "Mr. Ganlu" on Xu Yu's head, a trace of will that leaked this time was to let himself use any means to accomplish his goal.

Killing a few people, dozens, and hundreds of people is nothing.

After standing at the top of the flagpole of the big flag, Xu Yu slowly stood up and looked around. He saw a lot more creatures than he had imagined. After a smile, he slowly slid down with one hand, took out the gourd hanging around his waist, pulled out the wood plug at the mouth of the pot, and the rich evil aura fluttered in the wind.

During these days when war in the Great Lakes of the East Realm started, the king's magic has long been gone. He has refined countless souls, which is just right for use.

"Kill me."

Xu Yu waved his hand gently.

Hundreds of skeletons rose in the wind and rushed into the city.

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On the mountain without aging, a bird crowed fiercely.

The white-haired boy standing on the back of the "Immortal Bird" Ku Wu, with a look of indifference, dived down in the air, and a scimitar slipped out of his sleeve, and cut it down with one knife from a distance of ten feet.

The bloody storm enveloped the Bulao Mountain. From the moment the Ghost Cultivator's troops arrived, someone tried to attack the hill.

It’s a pity that there is an extremely powerful formation on this mountain. Those ghost cultivators stepped into it and were immediately wiped out by the sword energy.

Luo Changsheng set up a mountain protection formation casually.

Several months have passed since the formation was launched, and the spiritual energy that supports the formation was not enough at this time... It was not because of the lack of spiritual energy. If you really break through the formation and step into the Bulao Mountain, you will find that all the spiritual energy and starlight gather towards the top of the mountain.

All of them poured into that Taoist temple.

To be more accurate, it is the young man who flocked to the Taoist temple to retreat.

Ku Wu slashed down with a knife, and a crack spread out of nowhere on the top of Bulao Mountain. The immortal bird sang violently and spit out a black flame, mediating and flying around the top of the mountain. The black evil aura was immersed in it. The formation of the entire mountain began to collapse.

Countless ghost cultivators rushed in from all directions.

Immediately afterwards, a sword energy burst out, and the earth was overturned.

"There are still formations?"

Ku Wu, who was standing on the back of a bird, narrowed his eyes and frowned, with a bad expression. The mountaintop of this Bu Lao Mountain is not big, and the mountain protection formation is already quite generous... Could it be that the person who lives here is a saint son of a holy mountain?

One after another, light lit up in the yin energy from all directions.

"Tactics..."

After seeing these gradually bright lights, Ku Wu's expression changed drastically, he quickly sat cross-legged, pulled up the two curved horns of the immortal bird's forehead with both hands, and one person and one bird rose into the air, climbing up very quickly in a vertical ground posture.

After about three or four breaths...

The talisman of "Buliao Mountain" was lit. First, a touch of divinity made a slight explosion, and then it continued to rise and fall. The entire Buuliao Mountain turned into daylight.

Hundreds of ghost cultivators, because they were too crowded and airtight, were the first to be hit by the explosion ignited by the divine nature—

The dense explosion lasted dozens of breaths.

Amid the dull roar, the body and blood that were blown to pieces were burned into nothingness.

Ning Yi used all his box-bottom talismans for this layer of formation.

The rich black smoke rose.

This tragic movement even attracted the "Xiao Yu" who started a massacre in Jinhua City. The tall and thin man standing on the banner frowned and looked at the direction of Bulao Mountain not far away. The ghost cultivator tide was torn apart. The mysterious "Master Bulao Mountain" had not yet appeared, which had caused great damage.

The white-haired boy hanging at a very high place in the air was still calm at this moment.

This time they came and used...the human sea tactics. The ghost cultivator in the third and fourth realms died, and the soul refined by the entire Jinhua City.

Daze traveled to three thousand ghost cultivators... Sometimes human power is exhausted. Even if the Vajra Buddha, who practices physical health, can be exhausted to death with one slap in his hands. Moreover, there is a great opportunity in the depths of Daze. The spiritual energy in these ghost cultivators is extremely misty, and their vitality is quite tenacious and difficult to kill.

Ku Wu narrowed his eyes. He didn't know who the "master of Bu Laoshan" was... Mr. Ganlu didn't want to speak out and just let them take action. However, at present, the other party is definitely not a great practitioner above the ten realms, otherwise he had already come forward to kill himself.

Maybe it was a genius from the Great Sui Dynasty.

If it is a fate star, then he will be on the verge of the bullet and he will be on the verge of... So many ghost cultivators, plus ghost souls, even the great practitioners of the fate star in the Three Saint Mountains, should be killed directly, right?

After the formation was broken, Bulaoshan seemed to have no defensive formation that could withstand the attack.

So the first ghost cultivator stopped him in front of him and rushed into the path of the mountain gate with both hands, and was instantly strangled by the sword energy covered with it, followed by the second and third... This hill was nourished by the sword energy, and specifically killed the evil things of ghost cultivator, which greatly blocked the attack. But unfortunately, these methods can only play a slight role compared to the tide-like formations in the sky.

From the bottom of the mountain.

Go to the mountainside.

Use a small half incense stick.

This was already a miracle thing. Ku Wu, who was sitting on the back of the immortal bird, looked solemnly, his eyes penetrated the black clouds, and he stared at the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain... The mysterious Bu Lao Mountain Lord showed no sign of showing up.

Just as he held the long knife tightly and was about to slash another knife.

Ku Wu's pupils contracted.

The black tide of Bulao Mountain stops halfway up the mountain.

The extremely noisy mountain actually had a moment of stagnation.

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The wooden door of the Taoist temple opened automatically without wind.

In the quiet room of the Taoist temple, a young man with a straight back was sitting, and his robe was blown by the strong wind in the sky, making a sound.

But he was unmoved.
To be continued...