With a angrily shout, Ye Yuan took the initiative to bully himself. More than 1,300 eighth-grade ghosts around him rushed forward, no longer caring about any losses. He exchanged his life for his life and fought for his life. Except for the two green-faced ghosts surrounding the monk, all the other ghosts were controlled by Ye Yuan, and the soul power was consumed by nearly 30%. Ye Yuan was already feeling tired, but at this moment, he was even more determined to kill this person.

Many ghosts surrounded him, and Ye Yuan kept chasing him. He ran for four or five miles. Ye Yuan shot nine Mingwen into the eyebrows of one of the green-faced ghosts. The face of the monk in the Qi Transformation Stage had turned pale and was over-consuming. In addition, he was repeatedly retaliated and was chased for several miles. At this moment, he had already exhausted the oil and dried up the lamp. At this moment, he was backfired by a seventh-grade green-faced ghost. He screamed and bleeding from his seven orifices. However, the green-faced ghost passed through his chest with one claw, pulling his heart out and pinching it.

Ye Yuan also took the opportunity to control the last seventh-grade green-faced ghost, and nine dark texts shot into his eyebrows, controlling the last ghost.

At this point, the entire group of cultivators from the Ghost Reward Sect were wiped out and were killed by Ye Yuan. At this moment, the seemingly disappeared Netherworld Ghost Fire Sword suddenly rushed out from the ground in front of Ye Yuan, and a handful of Netherworld Ghost Fire spewed out from the sword body and rolled towards Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan suddenly sneered in his eyes: "I'm waiting for you!"

These cultivators from the Ghost Sect had almost no friendship with each other. The person who was killed before could leave his fellow disciples mercilessly and escape without any mercies, but later members could also decisively deduce after an attack, waiting for all of these seven fellow disciples to be killed, waiting for Ye Yuan to relax the moment the battle ended, and suddenly took action.

Looking at the light on the sword body, there should be four-grade spiritual weapons, and there is also the possession of the ghost fire in the underworld. After being contaminated, it will be immortal and burned continuously. In the end, the person who hits the sword will be tortured to death by himself. It is extremely cruel, and it is more famous among the many magic weapons of the Ghost Reward Sect.

At this moment, the Netherworld Ghost Fire Sword appeared close to it, and another Netherworld Ghost Fire splashed out, turning into a fire circle to cover Ye Yuan first. The air was filled with cold and strange flames flowing.

A ghost near the surroundings was stained with a trace of flames, and the flames were like bone-attached gangrene, and then the flames spread to his whole body, leaving no residue left before they could barely extinguish.

Ye Yuan's eyes did not focus on the Nether Ghost Fire Sword in front of him, but were constantly sensing and controlling the direction. Seeing that the blink of an eye passed, Ye Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up, with murderous intent in his eyes, cold and cruel, and outlined a Wu Wen flying in and out of the Nether Ghost Fire Sword with one hand. A crack broke into the middle of his eyebrows, and something flew out, and slapped the Nether Ghost Fire Sword with a bang at the moment when the sword body was induced to the extreme.

With a dull bang, the ghost fire on the surrounding Nether Ghost Fire Sword was instantly extinguished as if it had encountered a nemesis, and the sword body was also covered with cracks. At this moment, there seemed to be a little spiritual consciousness inside it was attached to it by a wizard and bound it, and it was shattered by this blow.

A vague cry could be heard even more abruptly ending.

The next moment, I saw clearly that the object flying out of Ye Yuan's eyebrows was a small broken stone tablet. The stone tablet flowed around in front of him and then flew into Ye Yuan's eyebrows and disappeared.

More than thirty miles away, several monks from the Guiyu Sect stood in sequence by the dark Xuanyin Chongshui River. One of the monks sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly let out a scream, and then the scream stopped abruptly. The spirit in his eyes also disappeared in an instant, his eyes became empty, and then his seven orifices slowly stretched out black blood.

One of the monks walked to the monk with a gloomy face. After a little glance, he said coldly: "Die!"

When the few people looked at it, their faces were not very good. They couldn't help but feel a strong look of fear in their cold faces. One of them gritted his teeth and said, "A master of the soul path!"

"A master of the Soul Path appeared here, directly annihilated the soul of the sixth junior brother and committed suicide!"

"Don't let me catch him, otherwise I would have to peel him off and cramp him to light the sky lantern, then pull out his soul and refine it into a ghost, and torture him day and night with the ghost fire of the underworld!"

Everyone was furious and wanted to find Ye Yuan to avenge the monk. They could only stand by the river and look at the rushing black water head without looking back, and said lightly: "My Ghost Control Sect is naturally based on ghost control. They learn how to use the flying sword technique of taking people's heads thousands of miles away. They are not good at everything and deserve it if they die. If things are delayed, I will execute them with my own hands if I don't die."

As soon as these words were said, everyone lowered their heads and closed their mouths. The young man turned around and showed a delicate face, thin lips, slender eyebrows, and a strand of hair floating on his forehead. He was surrounded by yin energy and a long ink-green robe. He looked like a cold poisonous snake.

The young man looked back at the corpse of the man sitting cross-legged, waved his hand slightly, and the storage bag on his waist flew out into the young man's hands, but his body fell like a Xuanyin Chongshui River in front of him. The body seemed to be thrown into a meat grinder, his limbs were broken and blood flew everywhere, but in a flash it was swallowed by the black water and disappeared.

"Have the raft not been done yet?" A cold voice sounded, and someone next to him immediately replied in a cold sweat: "It's done, senior brother!"

After saying that, someone took out a simple raft from the Yin Wood Forest by the river, three zhang long and two zhang wide. The raft was pushed into the water. Gui Chong, the senior brother of the Yugui Sect, took the lead and walked onto the raft. Looking at the unknown end of the Black Water River, Gui Chong said, "Let's go, the only soul-guiding wood in this Xuanyin heavy water river can not sink, and only by following the Xuanyin heavy water river can you reach the target. Don't let someone take it first. If this matter is completed, we will have endless benefits to wait. It is the lowest benefit to be accepted by many elders in the sect as personal disciples."

"Don't worry, senior brother, I know it's amazing!"

Everyone stepped on their pace and went down the river. Two people even rowed the oars made of Soul-Spiriting Wood to speed up the raft. After a while, the raft followed the Xuanyin Chongshui River toward an unknown place. After dozens of breaths, the breath of the people on the raft disappeared. After dozens of breaths, the raft suddenly disappeared on the Xuanyin Chongshui River.

At this time, a powerful marching sound came from the shore. A group of soldiers wearing Daqin armor appeared on the shore. Looking at the remaining traces by the river, several people searched around and immediately someone replied: "Sir, the people of the Guiyu Sect have taken one step ahead, and they are walking on the raft made of the Soul-Starting Wood."

"Make a raft and chase!"

"promise!"

ps: The third update is here! Please give me some advice! Collection, recommendation!
Chapter completed!