In the dark environment, the black shadow flew extremely fast, and was like a ghost, passing through the corpses in a row. Every time it passed through a corpse, its figure became more solid.

Jiang Nan did see such a strange technique for the first time, and was even more afraid of the disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect. When the black shadow penetrated into the eighth corpse, Jiang Nan rushed to the corpse in one step and slapped the corpse with one palm.

‘Boom…’ The corpse exploded, and the black shadow let out a shrill roar, and suddenly soared into the air, becoming more and more faint.

"I still haven't killed it completely!" Jiang Nan said in a secret words, and his palms were combined in front of him and pinched out a strange magic trick. In several confrontations, it can be judged that the cultivation level of this black shadow does not exceed the fifth level of the Yellow Realm. The fifth level of cultivation level can escape from his palm twice, which shows that the magic of the Ghost Spirit Sect is unique.

When he saw Jiang Nan pinched his magic trick with his palms, the black shadow hanging in the air shouted in panic: "Senior Brother Mo, come and save me quickly... This person has a profound cultivation..."

Hearing the black shadow's shout, Jiang Nan's heart sank and unconsciously took a few steps back. When he stepped into the Black Wind Valley, Jiang Nan felt all kinds of dangerous auras, so he was very sure that there must be a person with high cultivation among this group of people. I think that Senior Brother Mo, whom he mentioned, was a dangerous person.

"Haha... I can also meet an eighth-level cultivator here. The small country in the northwest border is not like a remote country at all!" A thick voice came from far and near. A tall and wide-body middle-aged man with two crossed white bones on his head. The sixth and seventh-colored white skulls were strung in circles by him. The middle-aged man walked out of the darkness with heavy steps, his mouth full of blood.

"Tenth level cultivation!" Jiang Nan's face was hard to remain calm anymore. He hurriedly slapped the storage bag, took out two spirit stones and held them in his hand, and quickly adjusted his combat status. The disciples of the fifth-level Huang Realm of the Ghost Spirit Sect made him quite upset. Now a person with a tenth level cultivation appeared, Jiang Nan was ready to escape at any time.

"Senior Brother Mo, you are finally here..." Heiying fell to the middle-aged man with lingering fear: "Senior Brother, you must let out this anger for your junior brother. If he hadn't disturbed him, he would have broken through to the sixth level."

"Hehe... we are brothers, it is my duty to vent our anger for you." The middle-aged man smiled strangely, suddenly stretched out his palm, grabbed the black shadow with a handful of white light gushing out of his palm, covering the black shadow.

"Senior Brother, you..." The shadow was frightened and struggled violently, but could not break free from the light: "Mo Feitong, you are a cunning bastard..."

"I did this for my brother in order to vent my anger for you! Haha... My good junior brother, I wish you a good birth in the next life..." Mo Feitong's expression became more ferocious, and the white light in his palm suddenly contracted, shrinking the shadow junior brother to the size of two fists.

Mo Feitong then opened his mouth wide and swallowed the white light and the shadow junior brother into his stomach. After swallowing it, he licked the corner of his bloody mouth with his tongue, which was indescribable.

"I didn't expect that the disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect had such virtues, hum..." Jiang Nan's eyes flashed with contempt: "You dare to step into the territory of Chu and do evil. Today is your death!"

Jiang Nan did not hesitate, pinched the fire-type magic trick with his palms. With a "huh...", the rich fire element turned into a fire dragon, flew out of his palm, waving his hideous fire claws, and pounced on Mo Feitong.

Mo Feitong touched his slightly bulging belly, looking like he had not yet completely digested it. Seeing the fire dragon rushing towards him, his face remained unchanged. He touched a white skull from his waist and threw it at the fire dragon.

‘Woo… Woo…’ A low ghost roar came out from the skull and rushed into the fire dragon. ‘Wow…’ A strange energy came out from the skull, and the ferocious fire dragon was extinguished in an instant. However, the skull was not damaged at all, and it made a series of whimpers and smashed at Jiang Nan.

"Hehe... the eighth-level soul must be very delicious, sniffy... sniffy..." Mo Feitong swallowed unconsciously and touched Wei Ku's belly again: "Little junior brother, you can't blame the senior brother. You can only blame the arrangement of the teleportation array, which caused Brother Wei to consume a lot of spiritual energy, so you have to swallow you and replenish the loss... Haha... If Brother Wei doesn't replenish the supply, how can you swallow the soul of the eighth-level cultivator? If he doesn't swallow his soul, how can you get out of your anger! Hehe... Brother Wei is so kind to you, you should be grateful to Brother Wei!"

Mo Feitong's palm exerted force, and his bulging belly returned to normal. His entire aura instantly rose to the peak. Then he grabbed a skull with both hands, and made strange syllables in his mouth. The whimpering sounds in the two skulls became heavier, as if several evil spirits were crying and whimpering in the skull.

Seeing the first skull break through the fire dragon and hit it in front of him, Jiang Nan flipped his palms, and the water and fire qi alternated in his palms, and powerful energy exploded instantly and hit the skull.

With a "boom..." sound, the skull was completely shattered. At the moment the skull burst, several soul bodies could be seen flashing and disappearing.

"I still have some ability. I think I underestimated you." Mo Feitong's face showed a look of surprise, and a harsh and ugly voice came out: "Hehehe... I just level eighth level cultivation is impossible to survive under my hands."

Jiang Nan did not answer, and slapped the storage bag and once again cast a short blue blade. "Buzz...buzz..." The short blade made a buzzing sound in the air, and after flying over his head, he shot straight towards Mo Feitong.

"A mere eighth-level cultivation level has a mysterious magic weapon, and its origin is not simple!" Mo Feitong glanced at the Short Blade, and two shimmers suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Hehe, no matter what background you have, my disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect never care. This short blade belongs to me."

The short blade was extremely fast, carrying a green light and shot towards Mo Feitong's eyebrows. When the short blade was one meter away from his eyebrows, Mo Feitong raised the skull on his right hand without any haste and blocked it at the center of his eyebrows.

‘Swish…’ The short blade instantly pierced into the skull, and a 'hiss' sound made in the skull, and cracks spread around from the place where the short blade shot.

Jiang Nan pinched the magic trick with both palms, but his expression suddenly changed. After the short blade pierced into the skull, it immediately lost contact with his mind. No matter how he pinched the magic trick, he could not control the short blade, as if the short blade had gone to another world.

But Mo Feitong's expression was as normal, especially when he recognized the Short Blade as a Xuan-level magic weapon at a glance, he still slowly used his skull to resist it. It can be seen that he was full of confidence and was not afraid of the Xuan-level magic weapon.

Thinking of this, Jiang Nan immediately had the idea of ​​escaping. Not only was the other party's cultivation level two levels higher than his, but his magic skills were also very strange, but more importantly, the skulls hanging around his waist were each of them treasures that had been refined for many years.

There is no advantage to such a cultivator. Jiang Nan did not hesitate and beat the storage bag, and two balls flew out of the storage bag. He grabbed the ball and threw it at Mo Feitong, and at the same time he stuck the remaining immortal talisman on his feet and quickly flashed out of the Black Wind Valley.

"Hehe... I ran quite fast, interesting... Hehe..." Mo Feitong smiled strangely and threw out the skull in his left hand. Two balls hit the skull, bursting out elemental fluctuations. However, the power of the elemental explosion was too weak, which only made a crack on the white skull.

After the skull on Mo Feitong's right hand was stabbed into the short blade, the cracks became denser and denser. After a sound of "Kaku...", the skull shattered, and the green light on the short blade completely dimmed.

Seeing the skulls shattered, Mo Feitong felt extremely painful. Each of the skulls hanging around his waist was made of many years of refining. Over the past few decades, he had only refined ten. Unexpectedly, he had consumed two of them in a row when dealing with the eighth-level cultivator of the Yellow Realm. And he had not hurt the other party yet, which made the murderous intent in Mo Feitong's eyes even stronger. As Jiang Nan flew, a trace of hideousness appeared on the corner of Mo Feitong's mouth, and his whole person suddenly became distorted and suddenly disappeared on the spot.

With the blessing of the immortal talisman, Jiang Nan flew back to the stop of the carriage in a blink of an eye. From chasing the black shadow to flying back, it took only a moment. But here it became a pool of blood, and the He family's bodyguard fell into a pool of blood. Only He Zhonglei was holding a sword and fighting with a man in black.

A second-level Ghost Spirit Sect disciple appeared behind He Zhonglei with a cold expression. He slowly raised his palm and slapped his back silently.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Nan's eyes flashed with a hint of unbearableness, and his footsteps paused slightly, and suddenly appeared behind the disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect. Before the disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect took action, Jiang Nan slapped it out. Before the disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect could understand what was going on, he fell down.

The man in black who was fighting with He Zhonglei saw Jiang Nan who suddenly appeared, and he turned his head and ran away without saying a word. However, before he could take a few steps, he was hit by He Zhonglei with a knife, and scarlet blood spurted out.

He Zhonglei was covered in blood, and there were his own and others. After glanced at He Zhonglei, Jiang Nan couldn't help but shake his head. He Zhonglei's body was covered with shocking wounds, and several other sword wounds could be directly fatal. It was already a miracle that he supported until this moment with the body of a martial artist.

After killing the man in black with one sword, He Zhonglei released the sword as if he was completely relieved, slowly turned around and stared at Jiang Nan.

Suddenly, He Zhonglei knelt down, took out a box from his arms with difficulty, and handed it to Jiang Nan: "Shangxian... Please... help me... deliver this box... to Guanchuan City... He family... He family..."

Every time he said a word, a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth. Before He Zhonglei finished speaking, his head turned and he fell down. Jiang Nan put the box in the storage bag with one hand, and did not dare to stop anymore, so he turned around and was about to fly away.

Just then, one hand suddenly held his ankle, and a weak and low voice sounded: "The Supreme Immortal... The Supreme Immortal... Save me... and take me away!"

He Zhonglei, who was lying on the ground, stretched out his bloody palm, grabbed his ankles tightly, and made a low and weak pleading sound from his mouth.
Chapter completed!