Amid the shock of everyone, Yang Zhen's almost exploded punch continued to sweep without reservation.

Judging from the direction of the boxing, it was actually going to kill the wizard of the Witch and Ghost Sect.

The terrible thing about a martial artist in the realm is nothing that a mere wizard can imagine.

Except for Yan Jiu, everyone, including the wizards of the Witch and Ghost Sect, believed that it was the ultimate to kill those Witch and Ghost Sect disciples with one punch.

But they never dreamed that Yang Zhen killed the disciples of the Witch and Ghost Sect with one punch, but only half of the power of this punch, and half of the remaining power, storm and rain swept towards the wizard.

"No."

A moment of life and death, the wizard of the Witch and Ghost Sect burst out with a sharp roar and suddenly retreated.

As his figure retreated, between his hands, black air instantly transformed.

As he retreated, the black air instantly woven, forming a net.

The moment this black air web formed, it turned into an arc, wrapping the wizard up, trying to separate the power of Yang Zhen's punch.

The moment the black gas net appeared, Yan Jiu's eyes immediately fell on the net.

At this moment, Yan Jiu keenly realized that the black auras were actually ghosts.

Unfortunately, although the method of weaving nets is almost the method of controlling the soul in the fairy world.

But he could only make Yan Jiu pay a little attention, but he never entered the elegant hall.

"If your ghost net is composed of human souls, it may be able to protect you one or two. It's a pity..." Yan Jiu sneered and shook his head.

Although he didn't say the following words, just these few words fell into the wizard's ears like a bolt from the blue.

His method of controlling ghosts into a net is a secret magic of the Witch and Ghost Sect.

If he hadn't had strong abilities and had family elders who were important in the Witch and Ghost Sect, he would not have the right to learn such secret techniques.

But this is how he wrote the secret technique cherished by the Witch and Ghost Sect, and Yan Jiu's words revealed the mystery.

"This person has been peeking at my Witch and Ghost Sect for a long time?"

The wizard's thoughts flashed.

In the flash of lightning, the ram really came with one punch, which was no longer enough for him to think about it.

"Bang!"

A loud bang was like thunder.

The net between Yang Zhen and the wizard was shattered under the powerful fist.

However, these broken nets did not collapse as they imagined.

Instead, under Gong Yang's extremely powerful fist, he went against the trend.

"At that time, my witch and ghost sect had an ancestor who used this technique of the sky, the earth and the earth to kill people higher than the level. Now, I, Wu Jiu, will imitate my ancestor and kill you higher than the level!"

Wu Jiu, the wizard of the Witch Ghost Sect, gritted his teeth and roared with a ferocious face.

On his body, more black air dissipated, directly turning into black lines and rushed out.

These black lines turned into layers of nets, trying to trap Yang Zhen.

"ignorance."

Gong Yang snorted coldly, and the force on his body shook.

The nets that swept through him finally broke inch by inch under his internal martial arts power.

The black gas was defeated by the powerful martial arts true energy, turning into clusters of ghosts, making various sounds of roars, and extremely retreating.

After all this trouble, Wu Jiu finally retreated to a safe place.

He kept squeezing in his hands and made unknown voices in his mouth.

Under his control, the ghosts retreated one after another and gathered towards him.

Gong Yang really didn't expect that the first person under his grandmaster could not kill a wizard from the Witch and Ghost Sect with one punch.

There was almost no pause. His feet were strong and he rushed out directly, bringing out a series of sound bombs, and it came in an instant.

"Chang."

Wu Jiu roared in horror, and the dispersed ghosts forced themselves to condense and turned into a black aura, trying to stop Yang Zhen.

"Bang!"

Yang Zhen bombarded her with one punch without any fancy.

The black ghost energy disintegrated again.

Wu Jiu was bombarded with a punch and flew backwards and hit the land that Chuchun was about to thaw.

A shocking crack appeared on the ground.

Blood flowed out of Wu Jiu's mouth.

Gong Yang really didn't expect that he would not kill a little wizard from the Witch and Ghost Sect with his two fists.

Seeing Wu Jiu stand up from the ground with difficulty, covered in dirty blood.

The ram was really depressed.

Wu Jiu did not stop at all, and he pinched his fingers. The dispersed ghosts wailed again and gathered around him.

"Interesting." While Wu Jiu was making gestures, Yan Jiu had a smile on the corner of his mouth and stretched out his hand.

A powerful force directly lies between Wu Jiu and the ghost.

The connection between Wu Jiu and the ghost was directly torn apart by Yan Jiu.

"Your souls are interesting. I want them." Yan Jiu said, stretching out his big hand and pulling back the ghosts.

Those unruly ghosts fell into Yan Jiu's hands as if they were home-raising dogs that met their owners and were honestly gathered in the palm of their studies.

"You, who are you, dare to steal the life soul of the Ninth Young Master?" Wu Jiu roared angrily.

"You are also worthy of being called the Ninth Prince?" Gong Yang Zhen stood up and looked forward and was about to kill Wu Jiu.

Yan Jiu waved his hand and stopped Yang Zhen.

The moment Wu Jiu swayed and stood up, Yan Jiu's figure turned into a black line and appeared directly in front of Wu Jiu.

"Bang!"

He stretched out his hand and pinched Wu Jiu's neck.

Just as Yan Jiu's hand was about to touch Wu Jiu's throat, a silver light flashed in front of Wu Jiu's chest.

At the same time, a voice sounded: "I asked Wu Wu to say goodbye, please let my fellow Taoist let me go. The Wu family of the Witch and Ghost Sect will thank you very much."

The sound was vicissitudes and thick. Yan Jiu felt a mellow force that transcended the realm from the light and sound.

Grandmaster, this is a talisman made by a real Grandmaster sealing his own breath and making for the younger generations.

"Old ancestor, save me." Wu Jiu, who was already feeling desperate, seemed to suddenly grab the life-saving straw and shouted loudly.

"Click."

Yan Jiu's hand did not stop at all, directly penetrated the silver light and grabbed Wu Jiu's throat.

At the same time the light curtain shattered, the amulet on Wu Jiu's chest also turned into ashes.

"ah!"

Wu Jiu had time to let out a sorrow cry, and Yan Jiu twisted his neck directly.

At the same time his neck was broken, blood and energy appeared in Yan Jiu's hands in an instant.

Wu Jiu, who was already thin, almost shriveled in an instant.

The blood and blood in his body turned into a ball of blood ball the size of a basketball and floated in front of Yan Jiu.

"Blood refining and soul-drawing." Yan Jiu exhaled gently, and the blood ball burned instantly.

In the middle of the blood cells, a figure kept twisting and wailing.

With the use of blood refining and soul extraction, Wu Jiu's memory gradually appeared in Yan Jiu's mind.

At this moment, everyone in the marshal, Zhang Shanshi, the woman and Xiaoman were already stunned.

In their impression, the strongest warriors are just internal and external release or innate.

But today I not only saw a master like Gong Yang Zhen.

I even saw Wu Jiu, who had endless means.

However, what shocked them even more was Yan Jiu at this moment.

That kind of method of burning blood and fire is simply not owned by the human world.
Chapter completed!