Natural fairy species

A jade-like forefinger slowly stretched out, and lightly landed on the blood-red dragon head crutch.

Ding!

As if struck by lightning, the ghost mother-in-law's mind instantly disappeared when she was connected to the dragon's head and crutches, leaving nothing.

Her natal magic weapon was originally a black water bottle, but she was struck by the thunder of the gods many years ago in the battle to ambush Daoist Ge Cang.

After finally ingesting an underground yin river, warming and restoring the black water bottle, he encountered Yang Laozu's self-demolition golden pill in the Zongmen war.

At close range, you can only save your life with the magic weapon of your own life in front of you.

The ghost mother-in-law, who was barely saving her life, had no choice, so she promoted the middle-grade magic weapon, the dragon-headed Huaipo staff, and used it as the magic weapon of her own life to nourish it with Dan Qi.

But this amount of time is simply not enough for him to refine his talisman.

The dragon-headed pagoda stick fell from the sky, and the ghost mother-in-law's middle door opened wide, her eyes stared in horror at the moonlight approaching her chest.

"How could this be!"

In her opinion, the dragon-headed Huaipo staff blessed with the secret technique of ghost spirit gate can resist for a while.

At the beginning when Daoist Ge Cang was blocking the door and there was a large formation behind him to help him, Taoist He survived a dozen moves before losing to the serious injury, and was moved back into the formation by the power of the formation.

No matter how amazing and talented this Bai Zichen is, his talent in the way of swordsmanship is unparalleled, regardless of his age and cultivation, it is impossible for him to be stronger than Master Ge Cang.

The ghost mother-in-law with such an idea found out that she was wrong as soon as she came up.

The sword light was far more powerful than imagined, and there was an inexplicable way to freeze the soul, making her reaction a beat slower.

The magic weapon was looked at lightly and dropped with a finger, and he couldn't even win for half a breath.

Otherwise, no matter how bad it is, you can still mobilize the power of the Myriad Ghosts and Lipo Formation to escape back into the formation.

"Huh?"

The moonlight dispersed, and Bai Zichen withdrew from the state of being one with Yue Xuanjian.

With a firm sword in his heart, he found that the ghost mother-in-law was still alive and well.

It's not that she has any defensive secret treasure on her body, but that the two alchemy ghost kings teleported under the sword light, blocking it with their bodies.

"It's no wonder that with Senior Brother Ge's strength, he failed to seize the opportunity to kill a monk who formed an alchemy, and was seriously injured by them and escaped..."

Bai Zichen's gaze was indifferent, without any surprise, as if he was looking at someone who was about to die.

The ghost mother-in-law's mind was frightened by the moonlight, and she couldn't distract herself from controlling the Myriad Ghosts Lipo Formation.

But apart from the two of them, there was another Daoist Jiedan in the field.

Peach Blossom Fairy just thought Yuehua Jianguang was coming towards her, her face paled.

But he quickly realized that he manipulated the Ten Thousand Ghosts Lipo Formation as much as possible, and gave orders to the two nearest alchemy ghost kings.

In front of these ghost kings, there were either alchemy real people or third-order monsters. After death, their souls were refined into the formation, and they became fierce ghosts in the formation.

Peach Blossom Fairy has already flashed back to the mountain gate, and the ghost mother-in-law who consciously escaped a catastrophe and survived the catastrophe summoned the two ghost kings again, this is already the limit of the ghost array.

With two ghost kings protecting his body, he can block even such a terrifying sword attack just now.

What's more, how could it be possible to continuously cast such a mighty combination of body sword and sword light in an instant.

"Wait for Senior Brother Bone to leave..."

Knowing that her life is safe, the ghost mother-in-law turned around and said fiercely when she stepped into the mountain gate.

In the middle of speaking, she lowered her head in astonishment, a little blood spattered on her heart, and a wound as small as a grain of rice caused her body's strength to drain quickly.

"I didn't say I can leave, and the Myriad Ghosts and Fierce Soul Formation is useless... On the day Uncle was buried, there was a lack of a Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator's head as a sacrifice!"

Bai Zichen looked indifferent, and slowly lowered his hand, a ray of moonlight became fainter after penetrating the ghost mother-in-law's chest.

The ghost king with alchemy at both ends split into countless black smoke, and the ghost body with pure yin energy could not withstand the blow of refining the sword into silk.

Yuexuanjian has been cultivated in the sword box for several years, and has long since replenished the original power that was lost last time.

It was the third time he mastered the realm of refining sword into silk, and he became more and more familiar with it, and he knew very well what kind of power contained in this ray of moonlight.

Most of the time, the lethality of the sword silk exceeds the upper limit of the tolerance of the real person Jiedan, and there is no need to deliberately control it.

All kinds of actions are wasting the power of refining sword into silk.

This sword is equivalent to directly killing a real person of alchemy and two ghost kings of alchemy, silently, without any leakage of power.

"Tell Bone, within thirty years I will destroy the Ghost Spirit Sect...to sacrifice to the Qingfeng Sect disciples and members of the Bai family who died at the hands of the Ghost Spirit Sect in the past hundred years!"

The fight is so fierce and it hasn't appeared yet, it seems that the white bone real person is really in the process of retreat.

Bai Zichen looked at the Myriad Ghosts Lipo formation, knowing that the third-order formation cannot be shaken by himself, so he said in a cold voice.

Grabbing the corpse of the ghost mother-in-law, Xiao Ran left.

Thousands of disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect were speechless, staring at the sword light in the distance, most of them hadn't recovered from the previous shock.

"Grandma really passed away?"

A coquettish female cultivator, dressed hotly, murmured.

"Of course it's true. Could it be that the sect is really going to be broken in the hands of our generation... A sword came to the north, and the ancestor of Jiedan was killed in front of the big formation of the mountain gate, and he walked away... No one in the world can defeat such a person ?”

Holding a white fan, the greasy-faced young monk felt the imminent crisis of life and death.

Any real person of Jiedan can laugh at the blatant words about extermination of the sect. There is a third-order large formation guarding it, and there is an ancestor of Jiedan sitting in the gate.

Unless Zhenjun Yuanying takes action, even if there are several times of Daoist Jiedan besieging the sect, they can survive safely.

But the combat power that Bai Zichen showed just now was too terrifying, he completely regarded the Ghost Spirit Gate as nothing, and his aura reached its peak.

The words he left before he left were calm as if he was describing something that was bound to happen, which made all the monks of the Ghost Spirit Sect shudder.

Some of the quick-thinking Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators glanced at each other, flashed a strange look, and invariably had their own plans in their hearts.

"Don't panic, raise the Myriad Ghosts and Fierce Soul Formation to the highest level, without saving spirit stones... There is a third-order large formation, and Bai Zichen can't get in!"

Peach Blossom Fairy's chest heaved violently, and the ghost mother-in-law who was also in the early stage of alchemy died in front of her, still with the help of a formation.

The nine-headed alchemy-level ghost king was wiped out four in an instant, which is equivalent to the accumulation of hundreds of years in the Ghost Spirit Sect, and it cannot be easily made up.

These things almost made her lose her mind and lost her manners in front of the disciples of the sect.

After finishing speaking, he realized that his tone was too weak, and added another sentence: "Senior Brother Bai Gu is about to leave the customs, and the mere Qingfeng sect is here to catch... comfort the disciples, don't make trouble!"

After Peach Blossom Fairy spoke, she ordered two elders close to her to leave together.

But it is very suspicious that these words can have any effect on the hearts of the monks of Ghost Spirit Sect.

Everyone knows very well that only one Daoist Ge Cang of Guangqing Fengmen can beat his own family's ancestors of Dandan.

At the beginning, he was blocked at the door for half a year, which became a joke in Liang Guoxiu's world.

Now there is another Daoist Bai, a more fierce swordsman, who has already beheaded the two alchemy ancestors He Daoren and Ghost Granny.

The real white bones have stayed in the middle stage of alchemy for almost a hundred years. Could it be that they can advance by leaps and bounds after a single retreat, and one enemy cannot win two.

No matter how loyal a disciple is to Ghost Spirit Sect, they dare not be so confident.

People's hearts fluttered, and in the barely calm Ghost Spirit Gate, an undercurrent surged.

Most of the monks are worried about the future, and some of them are already looking for another way out.

...

Bai Zichen returned to Hanxiu Peak just in time for the funeral.

Except for the Bai family members, all the cultivating families in Montenegro sent people to worship and condolences.

Even Qingfeng Sect, three elders came to present elegiac couplets.

A few years ago, the Patriarch of the Qingxi Huang Clan in the later stage of foundation establishment sat down, and the scene was not half as grand as it is today.

"I met Bai Zu."

Seeing the sword light falling, the three elders of Qingfeng sect immediately stepped forward to pay homage.

Except for them, the other Foundation Establishment cultivators were not even qualified to step forward, so they could only salute from afar.

Bai Zichen glanced over, and the three of them had some impressions, but they were not very familiar.

"Gu Xisheng, head of the Qingfeng Sect, came to pay respects to the elders of the Bai clan!"

Just as he was about to walk towards the cemetery, another loud pass came from outside Hanxiu Peak.

Many foundation-establishing cultivators from the Immortal Cultivation Clan showed envy. What an honor it is to have the head of the Qingfeng Sect attend the funeral of a mere qi refining cultivator.

It should be said that this has never happened in the entire history of Montenegro.

But looking at Master Bai standing above him, he felt very reasonable.

The ancestor of the Zongmen Jiedan stayed here for several days. Even if the head of the sect did not come in person, at least a person of the hall master level must be present to make sense.

Gu Xisheng led several elders up to Hanxiu Peak, and the group all changed into plain clothes.

After entering, he saluted, and stood behind Bai Zichen, very low-key, and did not overwhelm the host.

Bai Zichen nodded slightly, and walked towards the cemetery.

Of course he knew that Gu Xisheng came because of him, but he was very satisfied with this attitude.

Bai Jiu'an has passed away and cannot be changed. Even if the monk talks about reincarnation, there must be one who deserves honor behind him.

The best feng shui location of the Bai family had been selected long ago, and the coffin was slowly placed in the cemetery made of second-grade sapphire, covering an area of ​​tens of acres.

The towering and vigorous green cypress trees were purchased urgently by the family from various places, and they are all hundreds of years old.

Bai Zichen dug the first shovel of sand, handed the shovel to Bai Ziying, took out the ghost mother's body from the storage bag, and nailed it to a tree.

"Ghost Spirit Sect has repeatedly invaded our Montenegro. Countless monks in the sect and family have died at the hands of the demon cultivator. The hatred is as deep as the sea... Today, I will sacrifice the life of a monk who formed a pill to sacrifice the spirit of Uncle Zaitian. Within thirty years, I will definitely let the ghost The spirit gate is broken and the sect is destroyed, and the inheritance is cut off!"

Everyone was in an uproar, it turned out that Bai Zhenren disappeared in a day and did such a great thing.

Although they didn't know the process, Bai Zichen beheaded the ghost mother-in-law among two alchemy masters in front of the big formation at the Ghost Spirit Gate.

But the appearance of the corpse of a real person of knot dan in front of his eyes was shocking enough.

"Master Bai Kuang righted the way, cleared the evil spirits with his sword, and he will surely restore the world of Xiuxian to a bright future."

Gu Xisheng bowed down first, causing all the monks to fall short.

The grand burying ceremony lasted for a whole day, and the guests gradually dispersed at night.

After Bai Jiuan was buried, Bai Zichen stayed in the cemetery for another month.

It is not only missing the uncle, but also like saying goodbye to the Bai family with fewer and fewer old people.