Chen Xinghe said he wanted to recruit Bing Xi as his mount, but he was actually paralyzing the opponent.

His right hand had already touched a cold feather, and as wisps of light lit up, Bing Xi suddenly realized something was wrong.

"What are you doing? Attacking the soul?"

"Pfft..." A trace of blood appeared between Bingfeng's eyebrows, and then he collapsed to the ground softly.

"Finally solved, as for the old sycamore tree?" Chen Xinghe looked back, with a smile on his lips.

Half an hour later, with a flapping sound of wings, the ice phoenix approached the huge sycamore tree in the sky.

"Where's that kid?" Old Demon Wutong asked aggressively.

"He ran away. He was such a slippery little loach. I was injured again, but it was not easy for him either." Bingfeng was already standing on Lao Wutong's shoulders when he retracted his wings.

"Show me the direction. Don't let this little bastard turn back to Qingtian Sect. I have a hunch that once he goes back, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Three hundred and twenty thousand miles to the northeast, we fought hard over there."

"Okay!" Lao Wutong did not doubt that he was there, and moved over with a rumble, leading Bing Xi to the sky above a mass grave.

"Did you guys give it a try here?"

"Yes, that little thief is very cunning. Maybe he didn't go far away, but was hiding here."

"Tell me to take a look." Old Demon Wutong opened his eyes wide and let out a beam of divine light to scan around. There was suddenly a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Hahaha, it's true that he is very cunning. He didn't go far away, but hid here." As soon as he finished speaking, the vines all over the sky seemed to penetrate into the mass graves layer by layer like waves, breaking into the depths of the ground.

Suddenly, black smoke rose from several ancient corpse pits.

"Array?" Old Demon Wutong frowned slightly: "Ghost array? Is there a ghost monk hiding here?"

"It seems so. The little thief must have discovered something, so he hid here for a while."

The old demon Wutong sneered and said: "I heard that the little thief always takes advantage of the situation. It seems that this mass grave is not simple. There is probably a powerful ghost cultivator hiding there."

"The elder is overly worried. He is just a ghost cultivator, and all Mahayana people are just ants." Bing Xi said plausibly.

"Haha, you're right." As the words spread, the ground roared, and countless vines rolled over the river, completely turning the mass grave upside down.

It turns out that there are still mass graves under the mass graves. I don’t know how many years of grievances have accumulated here. Under the second layer of mass graves is an ancient battlefield.

There are caves deep underground, and faint blood leaks out.

"Hmph, you're pretending to be a ghost." Old Demon Wutong has no patience anymore. No matter what mysteries are here, he can suppress them with his cultivation.

Strange roots spread everywhere, and thousands of soils erupted.

Many tombstones appeared and hit the old demon Wutong. However, these tombstones were still a hundred feet away from the old demon and they were all broken.

The roaring sounds continue to break in, and the ancient battlefield comes to light again.

A deep chill rushed out.

A dark shadow appeared, and Jie Jie said with a strange smile: "Old man, how dare you destroy my cave?"

"Death to the evil obstacle!" Wan Mu appeared, turned into a mountain-like hand and grabbed it, crushing the black figure to pieces with one blow.

"How dare you play tricks on me?" Old Demon Wutong was furious.

Strange phenomena appeared in the sky and earth, and vines swept everywhere.

Young sprouts appeared in the corners of the corners, and the whole space was trembling.

A wooden wheel rotates gently, crushing all the ghost formations in just one rotation.

The wooden wheel rotated once more, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, forcing out an old ghost.

This old ghost is very unusual. The top of its head is like a hill, and a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood appear behind it.

"I didn't expect that Chihuangtian would hide a ghost like you."

"It turns out to be the third elder of Xuantian Sect! I was hiding here well, but you came to kill me with such force, why is this?"

"A monster like you will be killed by everyone."

"You Xuantian Sect are all monsters. What's the difference between monsters and ghosts?"

"Death!" Murderous intent surged under the sycamore tree.

This old ghost is really powerful. You must know that it is always difficult for ghosts to overcome tribulations, but once they survive, it will be unfathomable.

The two sides were fighting in this area, but the ghosts in the transitional tribulation period were not as good as the old demons in the Mahayana period, and they were defeated after just a few encounters.

Seeing that the old ghost was about to be destroyed, in order to protect himself, he suddenly released an innate spiritual treasure.

"Huh? This innate spiritual treasure is actually on your body? Were you the one who killed the last heir apparent of Hantian Sect?" A bright light appeared in the old demon's eyes.

"Kill!" The evil ghost held a crystal clear ice ball and pressed towards the old demon Wutong.

In an instant, the wooden wheel appeared again.

When the two collided, the old demon Wutong was better, but the old ghost was not easy to deal with, and his figure was like a volcano erupting.

At the critical moment of the fight, a sudden chill drifted over.

The roaring sound is endless.

The roar spread far away: "Bing Xi, you..."

Bing Xi didn't respond, only poured out the coldness.

The old ghost seized the opportunity to launch a violent attack, then turned around and ran away without even looking at the result.

He thought the scene before him was an internal struggle within the Xuantian Sect, and he was shocked and felt that he was really lucky.

At this moment, a sword shadow penetrated the old ghost's body and went straight into Wutong's left eye.

"Pfft..." The sword shadow disappeared instantly.

Chen Xinghe strolled out, and Bing Xi suddenly self-destructed at this moment, and the terrifying chill spread layer by layer.

The shadow of the sword reappeared, and thousands of swords suddenly overlapped and cut through the body of the old demon Wutong.

"boom……"

The shadow of the whirling tree stopped him, his voice filled with boundless hatred, and said angrily: "Boy, do you think you can really kill me?"

"If I can't kill you, it will be enough to suppress you for a hundred or so years. Then you can see my strength." Chen Xinghe laughed loudly and picked out the ice ball held tightly by the devil's claws.

Frost and snow appeared in a section of the sky, and then formed an ice wall with a height of three thousand feet. The old demon Wutong had been sealed in by the cold ice.

Chen Xinghe stretched out his hand to grab a wisp of ghost energy and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, you have suffered an unreasonable disaster. I searched the sky and found out that there are strange things here, and borrowed your hand to create a Wutong Old Demon. Remember to be a good person in the next life.

, I will take over your karma."

As he spoke, he threw the ghost energy behind him.

Suddenly, the ghost gate opened wide, taking away this wisp of ghost energy.

No matter how the old ghost cursed him, he had indeed suffered an unreasonable disaster.

Chen Xinghe floated towards the ice wall and suddenly struck with his sword.

"Clang, clang, clang..." The shadow of the sword penetrated the ice wall, leaving fine sword marks one after another on the body of the old demon Wutong.

The old demon Wutong was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. He was so unlucky today that he was so miserably plotted by a junior.

How can it be such a bad word?

It doesn't matter if he has one sword or two swords, because he is a tree.

But what about Thousand Swords? You must know that this is an innate spiritual treasure-level divine sword, and it is not an ordinary innate spiritual treasure.

Cut it down like this, directly splitting the old demon into pieces of wood as thick as an arm.

"Okay!" Chen Xinghe was overjoyed, because such wood can be used to make fire and can be used to refine elixirs.

"You..." The old demon escaped from the soul, but the innate spiritual treasure had cracked, its power was really huge, and the soul was also frozen.

Seeing a unique glow appear between the ice walls, golden fairy texts came out of the mountain.
Chapter completed!