Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 1639 Qingyang Sword

Whoosh whoosh! ! !
Seeing the monks of the Tianyin Sect rushing down the Ten Thousand Ghost Ship one after another, killing them with ghost aura all over the sky, Wang Feng and the rest of the Qingyang Sect disciples turned completely pale in an instant.

They are only a few dozen people, among them, Wang Feng, who has the highest cultivation level, is also in the fifth heaven of the Immortal Monarch Realm, how can he defeat this group of vicious Tianyin sect monks?

"Senior Brother Wang, what should we do now?!"

Someone said in fear.

The two sides are completely unequal in terms of quantity and cultivation, so what can Wang Feng do?He Yiming, who could only look up for help, shouted "Great Elder".

If there was anyone present who could save them, that person could only be He Yiming. As for Yang Xuan, an outsider, Wang Feng asked himself that he was not an opponent, but he didn't hold out much hope.

It is true that Yang Xuan is extremely talented and hides his secrets. He is a rare evildoer in the immortal world. It is rumored that he has invincible combat power in his generation. .

In Wang Feng's view, Yang Xuan can at most fight the ordinary lower-ranked fairy kings with all his strength. A Tianyin sect cultivator, he may not be able to deal with it alone.

Ghost Dao monks deal with corpses all year round. They are not only brave and good at fighting, but also extremely fierce. They are also good at various techniques of controlling ghosts. kill.

Almost all the disciples of Tianyin Sect have one or two ghost servants by their side, and most of those ghost servants are refined from the corpses of monks, and their methods are cruel and evil.

"Go, as long as you reach Yuanshi Star, you will be safe."

He Yiming yelled, and forced old ghost Mo Li back with a palm with all his strength. He had fought against old ghost Mo Li quite a few times, and they knew each other well. Leaving aside old ghost Mo Li's servant, in terms of strength alone, he Even stronger than the other party.

"When you are about to die, you are still thinking about disciples. You, the elder of the Qingyang Sect, are really competent. It's a pity, a pity, you are doomed to die today, and the disciples below you will also be buried with you."

The old ghost Mo Li said coldly, while stabilizing his figure, he made a formula with both hands, and the void in front of him suddenly rippled a little.

Roar!
The next moment, with a ferocious and irritable roar, a huge corpse puppet with a head of ten feet high, blue-faced fangs, and two horns suddenly emerged from the void, and quickly rushed towards He Yiming.

"Just relying on this Immortal King Realm ghost servant, I can't do anything to me."

While He Yiming was speaking, he quickly took out a fairy sword. This sword was about three feet seven inches long, and its whole body was dark blue. There was a layer of pale white flames around the blade, exuding a tyrannical aura of masculinity and masculinity.

"This is... Qingyang Sword!"

The old ghost Mo Li looked at him slightly, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

This Qingyang sword is a pure yang magic weapon left by Qingyang Immortal Emperor Qingyang, the ancestor of the Qingyang sect. Not only is it unparalleled in power, but the pure yang immortal fire on the blade also has great restraint against ghost monks like them The effect cannot be underestimated.

While thinking about it, the old ghost Mo Li sneered again, and kept nodding his head, "Okay, okay, I didn't expect the Qingyang sword to be in your hands. I really have nowhere to look for it. It doesn't take much effort to get it."

Half a day ago, their Tianyin Sect sent a surprise attack on the Qingyang Sect. Because of the presence of the Shenshan God Envoy, they wiped out the entire Qingyang Sect in just half an hour, but the ensuing carpet search failed. Find the Qingyang Sword, the treasure of the Qingyang Sect.

For this reason, their Tianyin Sect master became furious and ordered the people below to search the entire Qingyang Fairy Mountain to find this sword. Who would have thought that this sword was not in Qingyang Sect at all, but He Yiming took it away from the mountain gate .

"Hmph, you should worry about your ghost servant first!"

He Yiming snorted coldly, swung his sword and fought with the corpse puppet summoned by the old ghost Mo Li.

This corpse puppet is exactly the ghost servant of the old ghost Mo Li. He was a barbarian warrior in his lifetime, and after his death he was refined into a puppet slave by the old ghost Mo Li. Not only is he powerful, he feels no pain, he is also fearless Death is extremely difficult to deal with.

However, no matter how strong this barbarian corpse puppet is, it cannot stop the Qingyang Sword's sharpness.

He Yiming urged the Qingyang sword with mana, and attacked the corpse puppet one sword after another. In a moment, the corpse puppet screamed again and again, with cracks all over its body, and was burned all over by the pure Yang fairy fire on the Qingyang sword. In the end, it exploded with a bang and completely disappeared.

"Destroy my ghost servant, I want you to die!"

The old ghost Mo Li was furious, he took out a dazzling talisman from his hands, and stuck it on his chest, the mana of his ghostly way rose steadily, and his combat power greatly increased.

"The Divine Power Talisman of the Protoss!"

He Yiming's complexion changed drastically, he glanced down at Wang Feng and the others, and shouted, "What are you all doing in a daze? Immediately follow Daoist Yang to Yuanshi Xing."

"Grand Elder, please take care of yourself. If we are lucky enough to save our lives today, we will surely avenge the Great Elder and everyone in the sect in the future."

Wang Feng said something with red eyes, turned his head and looked at Yang Xuan, but before he could speak, Yang Xuan waved his hand and said calmly: "After my husband and wife break up, you go first."

It was said that Wang Feng and other disciples of the Qingyang Sect were all stunned. At this time, Yang Xuan still wanted to stay, even Wang Feng, who was very upset with Yang Xuan, couldn't help but feel a little moved at this moment.

"If you don't want to die, go away. If you stay, not only will you not be able to help, but you will also hinder my husband."

Wu Lingyan frowned and said, she almost blurted out the words, and never thought about how Wang Feng and others would feel.

"Tsk tsk, you already have a famous flower, but it doesn't matter, I, Zhao Tianming, like this one."

At this moment, a group of hundreds of Tianyin sect monks, led by a sinister man, surrounded Yang Xuan and all of them, and the one who spoke just now was precisely this Yin who called himself Zhao Tianming. Evil man.

This person doesn't seem to be very old, but he is the one with the highest cultivation level among the group of Tianyin sect monks, and has reached the second level of the Immortal Saint Realm.

"Damn it, I can't even leave now."

Wang Feng cursed secretly, just being so dazed, they didn't even have a way out, and if they wanted to survive, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight to the death.

"Everything is up to you, little friend Yang."

He Yiming sighed softly.

With things now at this point, the life and death of Wang Feng and others can only be entrusted to Yang Xuan, and all he can do now is try to hold back old ghost Mo Li as much as possible and buy Yang Xuan some time to escape.

"Don't worry, Mr. He, the younger generation will take care of them and nothing will happen."

Yang Xuandao.

"Thank you, the old man will die in peace."

He Yiming nodded gratefully, and immediately devoted himself to the battle. At this moment, the old ghost Mo Li had already blatantly killed him. If he didn't focus on the fight, he might not last too long, and the Tao would be destroyed here.

(End of this chapter)