Whoosh whoosh!!!


    Seeing the friars of Tianyin sect, they rushed down the ten thousand ghost ship one after another and killed them with the ghost gas all over the sky. Wang Feng and the other Qingyang sect disciples turned white.


    There are only a few dozen of them. Wang Feng, who has the highest cultivation, is also the five Heaven of Xianjun territory. How can he defeat these ferocious Tianyin friars?


    "Elder martial brother Wang, what should we do now?"


    Someone said in fear.


    Both sides are completely unequal in terms of quantity and cultivation. What can Wang Feng do? He Yiming, who looked up for help, shouted "elder".


    To say who can save them, that person can 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 much hope.


    It is true that Yang Xuan has great talent and is a rare fairy demon. It is said that he has invincible fighting power of his generation, but after all, it is a rumor. No one has seen Yang Xuan really fight with people. Naturally, he can''t believe it.


    In Wang Feng''s opinion, Yang Xuan can fight with the ordinary lower Immortal King at most if he does his best. He can never compete with the elder Immortal King of Tianyin sect, such as Mo Li, the old ghost. Even the hundreds of Tianyin sect friars, he may not be able to deal with them alone.


    Ghost friars deal with corpses all year round. They are not only brave and good at fighting, but also extremely fierce. They are good at all kinds of ghost control techniques and are very difficult to deal with. In the past, their Qingyang sect disciples were hunted and killed by Tianyin sect disciples when they went out.


    Almost everyone of the disciples of Tianyin sect has one or two ghost servants, and most of those ghost servants are refined from the remains of monks, with cruel and evil means.


    "Go, as long as you get to Yuanshi star, you will be safe."


    He Yiming drank heavily and tried his best to push back Mo Li old ghost. He fought with Mo Li old ghost many times. They both knew the root and bottom of each other. Leaving aside Mo Li''s ghost servants, he even had to be better than each other in terms of strength alone.


    "I''m still thinking about my disciples when I''m dying. You, the great elder of Qingyang sect, are really competent. Unfortunately, you''re doomed to die today. Your next disciples will be buried with you."


    Don''t leave the old ghost coldly. While stabilizing your body and pinching your hands, the void in front of you suddenly ripples.


    Roar!


    At the next moment, accompanied by a ferocious and irritable roar, a huge corpse puppet with ten feet high, green face, tusks and double horns suddenly drilled out of the void and quickly killed he Yiming.


    "With this fairy land ghost servant, I can''t help it."


    While he Yiming was talking, he quickly took out a fairy sword. The sword was about three feet and seven inches long. It was dark cyan all over. A layer of light white flame was wrapped around the blade, emitting a strong smell of just Yang.


    "This is... Qingyang sword!"


    Mo Li looked at the old ghost a little, and his pupils shrank suddenly.


    This Qingyang sword is a pure Yang magic weapon left by Qingyang Immortal Emperor, the ancestor of Qingyang sect. It not only has unparalleled power and pure Yang immortal fire on the blade, but also has a great restraining effect on ghost friars like them, which can not be underestimated.


    While thinking, Mo left the old ghost and Jie sneered and nodded, "well, I didn''t expect that the Qingyang sword is in your hand. It''s really broken iron shoes. It doesn''t take time to find it."


    Half a day ago, their Tianyin sect raided Qingyang sect, because the holy mountain envoy destroyed Qingyang sect in only half an hour, but the subsequent carpet search failed to find Qingyang sect''s treasure Qingyang sword.


    Therefore, the leader of Tianyin sect was furious and ordered the people below to search the whole Qingyang Xianshan mountain to find the sword. Who ever thought that the sword was not in Qingyang sect at all, but was taken away from the Mountain Gate by he Yiming.


    "Hum, you''d better worry about your ghost servant first!"


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


    This corpse puppet is the ghost servant of Mo Li old ghost. He was a barbarian warrior before his death. After his death, he was refined into a puppet slave by Mo Li old ghost with a secret method. He not only has infinite power, has no pain, but also is fearless of death. It is extremely difficult to deal with.


    However, no matter how strong the barbarian corpse puppet is, it can''t stop the edge of Qingyang sword.


    He Yiming urged Qingyang sword with his magic power. One sword after another attacked the corpse puppet. In a moment, the corpse puppet screamed repeatedly, with cracks all over his body. He was black and blue burned by the pure Yang immortal fire on Qingyang sword. In the end, he burst with a bang and completely disappeared.


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


    Don''t leave the old ghost in a rage. Turn your hands and take out a dazzling talisman and stick it on your chest. Your magic power is rising day by day, and your combat power is greatly increased.


    "The divine power Rune of the protoss!"


    He Yiming''s face changed greatly. He looked down at Wang Feng and others and shouted, "what are you doing? Go to yuanshixing with Yang Daoyou immediately."


    "Elder, please take care. If we can get lucky today, we will avenge the elder and all the people of the sect in the future."


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


    Hearing the speech, Wang Feng and other Qingyang disciples were stunned. It was time for Yang Xuan to stay. At this moment, even Wang Feng, who was very unhappy with Yang Xuan, was moved.


    "If you don''t want to die, go quickly. Not only can''t you help, you''ll drag my husband back."


    Wu Lingyan frowned. She almost blurted out this, and didn''t think about what Wang Feng and others would think.


    "Tut Tut, do you already have a master of famous flowers, but it doesn''t hurt. I like Zhao Tianming."


    At this time, a group of hundreds of friars of Tianyin sect, led by a Yin evil man, had surrounded Yang Xuan and all of them. Just now, it was the Yin evil man who claimed to be Zhao Tianming.


    He looks young, but he is the highest among the Tianyin sect friars, and has reached the double heaven of the immortal holy land.


    "Damn, I can''t go if I want to go now."


    Wang Feng scolded secretly. They were so stunned that they had no way out. Next, if they wanted to live, they had to harden their scalp and fight to death.


    "Thanks for everything, young friend."


    He Yiming sighed.


    At this point, the life and death of Wang Feng and others can only rest on Yang Xuan, and what he can do now is to try to delay the old ghost and buy Yang Xuan some time to escape.


    "Don''t worry, Mr. He. The younger generation will take care of them. Nothing will happen."


    Yang xuandao.


    "Thank you so much. I''ll die in peace."


    He Yiming nodded gratefully and immediately threw himself into the battle. At the moment, Mo Li has killed the old ghost. If he doesn''t concentrate on fighting, I''m afraid he won''t persist for too long and will destroy the Tao here.