The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, the faint candlelight was confusing, the cold blood had already dyed the ground red, and several corpses were lying in the pool of blood.

In front of it, there was an ancient altar with mottled blood. Rusty iron chains hung on the stone pillars, making a slight resentment sound in the wind. There were blood-red scratches on the stone pillars. The broken nails embedded in the scratches seemed to tell the tragic past that its owner had experienced. A gust of wind blew, and the iron chains rustled, as if countless wronged souls wanted to break free from the constraints of their bodies. A stone statue was placed on the altar, and the green candlelight was cast towards the stone statue, reflecting the face extremely terrifying. A broken-armed young man was kneeling in front of the stone statue, holding a bloody head in his hand, and the skull was piled up around him.

The broken-armed young man let the blood fall on his face. Suddenly, he turned his head to look at the man and woman under the altar, with his cracked mouth revealing his white teeth, and smiled sinisterly. Then he turned around and kowtowed three times to the stone statue, putting the bloody head in the palm of the stone statue. The eyes of the stone statue moved slightly, and two red lights slowly shot towards the bloody head. The candlelight on the wall suddenly went out, and the bloody head slowly rose, and the red light was swallowing the flesh and blood on the head.

Soon, the head turned into a white and empty skull, and fell on the altar with a "bang". The candlelight on the wall lit up again, and the terrifying green light shone through the space here. As a beast's roar came from the stone statue, the space began to shake, cracks appeared on the wall, and the soil fell one after another, covering the candlelight on the wall, and the whole space became even darker.

The young man with broken arms laughed wildly on the altar, pointing at the men and women below the stage and cursing: "The Ghost King has woken up, little bald donkey, you and the girls around you are waiting to die!"

"So what about the Ghost King? It's just a masterless ghost with some Taoism. Tuoba Hu, you are a disciple of Taixu after all. You have to practice the authentic Taoism of Xuanmen without practicing, and you have to practice these evil external ways. It's simply a slander for Taixu Temple. The little monk said he wanted to blow your head. Today you want to escape from the little monk's Five Finger Mountain!" Wu Chen snorted coldly, and a seal of heart formed in his hand, staring at the altar with bright eyes.

On the altar, the iron chains were swept up by the strong wind and shook in the air. The inscriptions carved on the stone pillars lit up with dazzling light, and a large amount of cold black air gushed out from the stone statue, slowly spreading around. Everyone seemed to have just fallen into the cold pond in the mountains. A cold cold current hit, and couldn't help but feel shocked.

Gradually, a ray of light and shadow appeared on the altar, and a man walked out of the light and shadow. He was tall, wearing a golden crown, a black dragon robe, and a gold and jade belt. Although his white face was not as terrifying as a stone statue, it also revealed his majesty. The cold wind blew up his clothes, wore jade rings, raised his head and chest, proudly in the world, and countless kingly auras. He opened his eyes and swept towards everyone, and two green flames appeared in his eyes, like green ribbons flying in the wind, never extinguishing, but it made people shudder and could not feel the half-dead warmth.

"Haha, little bald donkey, you just wait for Lord Ghost King to take your dog's life!" Tuoba Hu sneered wildly, as if he saw Youruo and Wuchen lying in a pool of blood, very proud.

"puff!"

A ghost-headed sword stabbed Tuoba Hu's back. Tuoba Hu looked down at the half-piece of the blade on his chest, turned his head in disbelief and looked at the Ghost King, and asked in confusion: "Ghost... Ghost King, why do you want to kill me?"

"Noisy!"

The Ghost King remembered the low and cold voice, then pulled out the Hundred Refining Ghost Blade, waved his arm, and the Tuoba Fox's corpse separated, and the bloody head rolled in front of Youruo and Wuchen. He stared at the two of them with his eyes straight.

The Ghost King held up the Hundred Refining Ghost Blade and pointed at Youruo and Wuchen and scolded angrily: "You are so brave. How dare you disturb me to rest? What crime should you be guilty?"

"The Ghost King, it's not that we intentionally want to disturb you, but it's that he is plotting against you." Youruo said.

The Ghost King kicked Tuoba Hu's body off the altar, snorted coldly, pointed to the stone tablet on one side and said, "Those who are good at entering will die!" After that, the Ghost King exuded endless murderous intent, and the green airflow of the hundreds of refining ghost blades wandered like fire.

"Ghost Flame Slash!" The Ghost King shouted coldly, and the Bailian Ghost Blade slashed out a huge stream of flames, which looked like a big knife, and flew straight towards Youruo and Wuchen.

Youruo and Wuchen flashed on both sides, "Bang!" The ghost flame sword airflow cut the stone wall and the mud and stone flowed backwards. Youruo activated the Aoxue True Art, and the frost quickly covered the stone wall on the ground. In an instant, the candlelight on the lampstand was not extinguished, but was connected to the lampstand by the cold ice frozen into flames. With a finger, the Dongxu Sword swung several Aohan sword energy and headed straight towards the Ghost King.

The Ghost King waved the Hundred Refining Ghost Blade with his backhand, and the ghost flames in the tunnel flowed back to intercept Aohan's sword energy. The air exploded in the air, and the skeletons on the ground were hammered into powder. Wu Chen put his palms together and recited scriptures in his mouth. Countless golden characters and Buddhist sounds rushed to the Ghost King. The Buddha's light reflected the entire space like a layer of gold powder, and the shining light. When the Golden Light Fan sound approached the Ghost King, a green air shield appeared on the Ghost King, blocking the Golden Light Fan sound. Wu Chen formed a magic seal on his hand. The Golden Light Fan sound no longer impacted the Ghost King's shield, but was circling towards the Ghost King like a ribbon.

The two balls of flames in the Ghost King's eyes burned even more, and the momentum of his whole body surged. He waved the Hundred Refining Ghost Blade and slashed directly at Wu Chen. Suddenly, dozens of ghost flame swords flowed towards Wu Chen. Seeing this, Youruo slashed in the air, and a torrent of the Ghost Flame swords were blown away. The huge force rushed around. Youruo took two steps back, and the Ghost King remained motionless. Wu Chen's speed of reciting scriptures was getting faster and his tone was raised. The golden ribbon wrapped around the Ghost King's body was now like a golden bell covering him, and the Sanskrit sound was like a huge bell to cover him from the outside to the inside.

The martial arts of Tianyin Temple are born to restrain evil spirits. Wu Chen used you as the famous "Great Compassion and Demon Subduing" in Tianyin Temple. The Ghost King let out a sad groan, the light of the shield outside his body faded, and the flames in his eyes faded.

The Ghost King swung a knife and forced Youruo to retreat, then turned his eyes to Wuchen and asked coldly: "Are you a bald donkey from Tianyin Temple?!"

"Ghost King, do you have some knowledge? The little monk is the monk from Tianyin Temple, not a bald donkey!" Wu Chen glared at the Ghost King, then closed his eyes and recited the "Great Compassion and Demon Subduing the Demons". The infinite Buddha energy released the abundant heaven and earth from his body. A golden lotus throne appeared under his body, and the light flowed. The Buddha energy condensed into various types of Buddha soldiers in the air, and took turns to bombard the Ghost King. The sound of the Sanskrit golden bell sounded even more violently at this time, and the Ghost King showed a look of pain on his majestic face.

"You can learn the little bald donkey in "The Great Compassion and Demon Subduing the Demons". It seems that your status in Tianyin Temple is not low. It seems that Huijue's old bald donkey is not dead yet. Well, I will kill you, the little bald donkey, and then find trouble for Huijue's bald donkey!" The Ghost King shouted violently, and endless ghost energy surged out, and the shield light outside his body became strong again. He raised the Hundred Refined Ghost Blade, and the ghost energy was swallowed by it. Then the Ghost King roared: "Soul-losing!"

The golden bell of the Sanskrit sound was broken, and the sound of wailing from the Jiuyou of the Ten Thousand Ghosts suddenly sounded in the space. You Ruo flew in front of Wu Chen and pinched a sword technique in his hand. Then the Dongxu Sword's spiritual energy surged and the purple light was dazzling. You Ruo shouted sweetly, and the Dongxu Sword broke out of the air. The majestic sword energy contained the sword intent of Aoxu Snow. Two powerful forces collided together, and Wanji wailed shrillly. The Dongxu Sword was like a purple rainbow breaking through the air wave of the Ghost Slash, shooting straight towards the Ghost King.

"Bang!"

The green shield outside the Ghost King's body was shattered and turbulent flowed. The two stone pillars in front were broken by the airflow, and two pits were smashed on the ground, and the space was shaken violently. Youruo turned around and looked at Wu Chen. Wu Chen fell on the golden lotus throne, stained with a large pool of blood, and his chubby little face lost his blood. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a monk's robe, then stood up with difficulty, and said in his mouth: "One sand, one world, one flower, one day paradise, one tree, one Bodhi, one leaf, one Tathagata. Bodhi Mantra!"

After saying that, Wu Chen's back gradually straightened up, with a abundant green light on his body. The green light slowly rose and overwhelmed his head, like a sprouting sapling taking root and sprouting. Youruo saw that Wu Chen was in good condition, so he raised his sword and rushed towards the Ghost King. The Aoxue Sword Technique was used to fight the Ghost King. Both sides showed amazing power. A stream of power that ruined the world collided violently in this space. Suddenly, a bolt from the blue, and the space collapsed. Youruo and the Ghost King rushed out of the ground and fought fiercely in the air.

If a ghost soul practices without ghosts, simply devours the yin evil energy. If it has a profound Taoist fortune, it can condense the ghost pill for five hundred years, and transform the ghost pill into the infant for five hundred years, becoming a master at the level of the ghost king. If it is provided with the help of the supreme ghost method, it can greatly increase the speed of cultivation, devour the stars and moons, and absorb all the yin evil energy. The ghost king who fought with Youruo has practiced for at least two hundred years. The ghost pill has long been transformed into the infant. Compared with the human race's cultivation realm, he has already reached the peak of the virtual realm.

While Youruo was fighting with the Ghost King, Wu Chen had merged with the endless green light, like a Bodhi tree, and the blood in his body gradually filled with blood. Although the underground space collapsed, it did not cause harm to him. The golden light of the body protected blocked the soil outside the body. Suddenly, a sound was shaking underground, and then a sound came out. Wu Chen turned his head and looked at it, and found that Wangchuan and Liu Xisheng had blasted the collapsed tunnel and walked in.

Wu Chen gestured and hit the top with a palm. The huge mud and rock pressing on him flew out. Wangchuan and Liu Xisheng were stunned at first. Seeing that Wu Chen was buried under the soil, they walked over and asked with concern: "Wu Chen, who injured you? Where is the senior sister?"

Wu Chen stood up and pointed above, saying, "Senior Sister Youruo is fighting with the Ghost King!"

"Ghost King?" Liu Xisheng exclaimed in surprise, with a slightly solemn expression. "There are only a handful of people in this world who can cultivate into a ghost king. At the level of the Ghost King, their cultivation level is at least the realm of the Void."

Wangchuan's face changed and he rushed out of the ground first. Liu Xisheng and Wu Chen then landed beside him. The three of them stared at the air. The Ghost King was in the black air, not afraid of the sun at all. A crazy magic technique was shot out. He was like a demon god tirelessly wielding the Hundred Refining Ghost Blade. The sky was covered by endless ghost crying. In the roar of the wind, the air was rolling in the clouds. Dozens of ghost kings appeared in the air, and countless crazy magic swords slashed at Youruo.

Feng Xue supported Liu Xisheng to avoid the attacks of the demon-sealing slashes. The Dongxu Sword protected Youruo around him, and the purple light was huge, and the endless Aoxu Sword Intent was shot out. Youruo's face was cold and Rushuang, and his hands formed a sword technique. Ten thousand Han plum sword shadows immediately appeared beside him. Yin Han's domineering sword intent was released. She shouted sweetly: "Yingxue carries the frost!"

The sword shadows of thousands of cold plums raised the frost and shot in all directions. For a moment, I don’t know whether the plum blossoms are better than snow or the snow condenses into plums, and the ghost energy that covers the sky and the sun shines with each other, as if the heaven and earth are in a mysterious way, and it is as dark as white.

"No! This Ghost King's cultivation is far more than the realm of rushing to the virtual realm!" Liu Xisheng exclaimed, his eyes firmly staring at the sky.

The figures of the dozens of ghost kings were not phantoms, but were like the original ghost king. The fingers they pinched in their hands were different, and the lights appeared on the Hundred Refined Ghost Blade in their hands were also different.

"I'm having trouble now, Wangchuan, this Ghost King is probably already at the Yuanshi Realm of cultivation! You hurry up and take Youruo and Wuchen to escape. I'll try my best to get some time for you!" Liu Xisheng's face looked very ugly, and he made a hand gesture to urge the "Taixu Dao Method" to fight the Ghost King.

Wangchuan's heart hung his throat, but he still pulled Liu Xisheng. Youruo's cultivation was the highest among them, and she was very mysterious. Wangchuan didn't know what kind of strength Youruo could exert in the late stage of Chongxu Realm, but he knew that if the Ghost King was really in the Yuanshi Realm, Liu Xisheng could not take a move in the other party's hands. Even if it was him, Wu Chen and Liu Xisheng might not be able to retreat safely. For the sake of the present plan, if one can escape, he must stay and fight against the Ghost King with Youruo and buy time for Liu Xisheng and Wu Chen.

"No, Wuchen, you take Xi Sheng away, the farther you go, the better!" Wangchuan shook his head, firm and determined, without doubt.

"Senior Brother, Wu Chen can't leave you and Senior Sister Youruo!"

Just as Liu Xisheng was about to argue, Wangchuan slapped it out with a palm. Wuchen and Liu Xisheng were bound by a soft water spirit power and flew towards the southeast. Wangchuan looked at them and was about to turn around when he heard the voices of dozens of ghost kings overlapping.

"Ghost Flame Slash!"

"Crazy Demon Slash!"

"Soul-lossing!"

"Chasing the Wind Slash!"

"No need to kill!"

"Blood-sucking Slash!"

"Thunder Slash"

...

The body of the Ghost King cut out different sword techniques, and the colorful rainbow penetrated the sky, as if torn this space between heaven and earth into pieces, slashing towards Youruo with the might of destroying the world. Tens of thousands of cold plum sword shadows flew to him. With a loud "boom!", the earth shook violently and made a deep cry. Within a hundred miles of the four fields, where the destructive power passed, the mountains collapsed, the trees fell, and the giant petrol turned into ashes.

Wangchuan's spiritual arms squirmed, and the sky seemed to be hanging upside down like the Yellow River. A huge wall of water fell from the sky, blocking the attack of the Ghost King.

"puff!"

Youruo spit out a mouthful of blood, his body fell to the ground, Wangchuan flew to hug Youruo, and his true energy poured into her body. The Ghost King drew his sword to cut off the water, and it suddenly rained heavily in the sky. The rain wet Wangchuan and Youruo's clothes. In the hazy, Wangchuan gently wiped the blood from the corner of Youruo's mouth, and then stretched out his hand and flew back to his hand. He was about to recite the trick, but Youruo's cold jade fingers blocked his lips, and Youruo's cold but pleasant voice sounded: "Don't leave me again!"

Wangchuan was about to respond, when the heavy rain stopped suddenly, and the strong wind blew their clothes, sleeves and skirts rustled. Wangchuan looked up and stared at them. The Ghost King had already attacked them. He held Youruo and urged his body to jump and flew several miles away.

"Junior brother, the Ghost King in Yuanshi Realm, even if we join forces, we can't deal with it. It seems that you and I are destined to die here today!"

"Senior sister, are you afraid of death?"

"I'm not afraid of you!"

"Okay, I will die together, and I will live together."

Youruo's arms around Wangchuan's neck tightened, and a quiet smile appeared on his face. Then his body turned into a purple light and disappeared into Wangchuan's arms. The Dongxu Sword made a buzzing sound, and a dazzling purple light appeared. The purple spiritual power surged into Wangchuan's body. Wangchuan had never been as close to the heart and blood as he was now, and he even felt that he had merged with Youruo. The true energy in his body was extremely abundant, as if his cultivation had broken through to the original state. When he and the Dao saw that the fog seemed to be a little weaker, faintly a stream of mysterious power was connected to his body through the fog, and there was a layer of icy protection wall formed by the pure yang true energy outside his body.

Tianfeng Jiuyao's armor came, and at the same time activated the "Taixuan Sutra", "Pure Yang True Art" and "Guanghuo Shen Zhi". The spiritual arm appeared and emitted four kinds of lights: purple, blue, red and yellow. He held the Tengser Seal in his palm, and held the cave-virtual sword in his right hand. A purple sword pattern appeared at the center of his eyebrows, with a faint halo, and then a purple light sword flew out from the center of his eyebrows.

Aoxue Sword Domain appears!

With his heart moved, Wangchuan's body instantly appeared on the Aoxue Sword that was inserted into the depths of the ground. The Ghost King fell into nothing and turned around and dozens of figures attacked Wangchuan at the same time. The Changhong broke through the confusion of wind and snow and shot straight towards Wangchuan. The Tengser Seal's Yellow Light was great and flew into the air, like a mountain pressing towards the Ghost King. When the Changhong approached Wangchuan, an ice wall, a fire wall and an earth wall appeared in the air, one blocked by the wall, and one block collapsed, and another block rose from the ground. Until three feet away from Wangchuan, Wangchuan waved the Cave Void Sword, endless Aoxue Sword Intention, Pure Yang True Qi, Water Spirit Power and Thunder Spirit Power surged out at the same time.

"Bang!" The huge wave of air surged to the ends of the earth, and the cliff standing high at the Ice Peak collapsed in an instant. After Wangchuan and Youruo merged, they proudly controlled the sword domain. At the moment when the air wave exploded, his body kept moving and changing positions in the sky. When he finally appeared in the air, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

After the Ghost King slapped the Tengser Seal with a sword, he stared at Wangchuan coldly, "Boy, you can actually merge with the sword spirit, haha, it is also a big strange story in the world! But with the power of you and the two of you, don't you feel a little delusional if you want to win the Lord?"

"Is it a delusional idea? I will find out after trying!"

Wangchuan faced the two flames of the Ghost King, four rays of lightning surged. Above the sky, thunder and lightning filled the sky, the divine punishment shot out the light of destruction, and the deafening thunder rolled up; a trace of star fire was next to the clouds, and the clouds were burning with raging fire. The hurricanes on the ice field raised snow waves, rolled up the petals of the plum forest, and the wind and frost swords covered every corner. The ice field was like a dragon turning over, shaking unknown, and countless chasms stretched to the end of the sky, the horns of the earth, and the rock and stone swords were ready to go in the chasm, and floods and beasts were rushing.

The Ghost King sneered, suddenly pinched his fingers in his hand, and shouted: "Ghost God and Dharma Lord!" His figure suddenly surged several feet, like a giant who was raising the sky. The ghost energy around him was no longer there, and he was replaced by ghost flames. The Hundred Refined Ghost Blade in his hand turned into an ancient long sword.

"Senior sister, success or failure is here!" Wangchuan said silently in his heart, and the Dongxu Sword made a buzzing response. The Aoxue Sword rose from the ground and rushed towards the sky and hung in front of Wangchuan. The Dongxu Sword escaped from his hand and flew into the sword groove of the Aoxue Sword. The Aoxue Sword suddenly retreated and revealed its sharp sword body. Wangchuan pinched the sword technique with his hands, and all the true energy and Aoxue Sword Intent in his body were mobilized. "The dragon strodes his cave and swayed left and right, and the Qiujiang River fished across the hanging rod. Yin and Yang fought hard together, and the sword was closed with his feet and his back."

Wangchuan's right hand kept trembling, and blood overflowed in big mouthfuls, "Fish the Qiu River!"

"Senior Brother?!" The Ghost King had a look of surprise on his face, but it was fleeting. His voice resounded throughout the sword domain: "If you don't have a mad demon, you won't be alive, please feel free! Boy, die!"

After saying that, the Ghost King rushed towards Wangchuan like a flash of lightning, and Wangchuan took action at the same time, thousands of divine thunders, hot fire, wind and frost swords...all seemed to have lost control and wanted to destroy the world!
Chapter completed!