Ghost King? Xuanyuan Peng was shocked. This was an acquired powerhouse equivalent to the tenth level of Lingyou Realm. The king of the tribes of the Nether Clan. Not only did he pull out mountains and carry the tripod, but his spiritual wisdom was no less than that of humans. It was quite terrible. At first, there were only two people, so how could he dare to turn his head and stay. He breathed a sigh of relief and ran wildly.

The two ghost kings who were chasing from behind saw that their speed was as fast as the wind, gradually fading away. They came a little late and were unable to reach it, and suddenly two sword energy were blasted out.

"Boom!" Two white and miserable bone sword energy illuminated the dark space in an instant. The place where they passed was blown into two huge earth dragons, shaking countless cracks, and slashing towards Xuanyuan Peng's back.

Xuanyuan Peng could feel the shocking sword energy that broke through the air without turning back. He shouted, "Sword energy is like rain", and projected the eight-level magic sword out, turning into thousands of sword energy light spots, attacking the space behind him. At the same time, his arms shook, and the eight-level mysterious clothes on his body took off with a squeak, like a human-shaped shield, with a strong light tower, protecting him.

"Bang...shela..." Two ghost king sword energy shattered thousands of sword rain, slashing the long sword splashed inch by inch. In the burst sound of cracking silk, the level 8-level mysterious garment looked like vulnerable tofu, torn into hundreds of pieces by the sharp sword energy, and flew like ashes...

The sword energy of the Ghost King was like two nightmares, chasing him quickly, slashing like lightning!

Seeing that Xuanyuan Peng was about to be caught up and killed by two ghost king sword energy, the ghost soldiers who stopped in the distance shouted in unison to cheer for their ghost king. Suddenly, a shiny energy light suddenly burst out from Xuanyuan Peng's naked body, like a small sun lit up in his chest and abdomen...

Swish... Xuanyuan Peng's speed suddenly increased, like a stream of light, disappearing into the darkness ahead. If it weren't for the dazzling flares of the sun bursting into his body, the ghost soldiers would not be able to see his figure clearly.

"Boom!" Two ghost king sword energy slashed out two huge gullies on the spot where Xuanyuan Peng disappeared.

Tens of thousands of ghost soldiers did not expect that the Ghost King would fail to attack, and no one dared to say a word for a moment. Two magnificent figures landed among the ghosts. The mighty aura made the ghosts hurriedly make a clearing space, and no one dared to get close. It was the two ghost kings who took the action just now. One of them said in a sequel: "I didn't expect that the human monk would hide a secret treasure, but unfortunately he let him escape."

The other ghost king remained silent and saw the rapid escape spot of the dark space far ahead disappear. He turned around and left surrounded by a group of ghost generals.

The Ghost King who spoke was the king of this tribe. This battle destroyed more than a dozen ghost generals and made him angry. However, under his command, the Ghost General was like rain. Seeing Xuanyuan Peng running away without a trace, he couldn't find him even if he wanted to chase him, he snorted coldly and disappeared on the earth.

As soon as the two ghost kings left, the gathered ghost soldiers dispersed and returned to their respective tribes.

At the exit of the crack of the world, Xuanyuan Peng was panting, and the cold sweat on his back. If it weren't for the help of the great saint of the Golden Toad to help him suddenly increase his speed, he would really not have escaped the pursuit of the sword energy of the two ghost kings. The fierce murderous aura that almost slashed into his skin was like a thorn in his back, which made him feel goosebumps on his back.

He used his magic sword robe to cover himself, and it was torn to pieces. The power of the Ghost King was evident. The two ghost kings, any one, were definitely top graduates who had exceeded the power of hundreds of cows. He, a cultivator who had just stepped into the threshold of the Ninth Realm, did not even have the power to resist a move.

He was worried that the Ghost King would chase him, so he released the Demon Flame Ghost General and jumped onto his back. A thought was transmitted. The Demon Flame Ghost General flapped his wings and flew upwards towards the sky like a big crack in the sky.

Huhuhuhu... The first level of the underground world disappeared rapidly under him, and it was finally about to see the light of the sky again after being contrary to the earthly world for more than ten days.

The demon flame ghost general was extremely powerful, carrying Xuanyuan Peng, and flew like a giant eagle for more than a day. Finally, he soared into the sky and rushed to the high altitude on the ground from the extremely deep underground world with a crack in the world.

Xuanyuan Peng sat on his back. Looking around, it was the moment when the moon was hanging high and the stars were dotted. He couldn't help but feel happy. The creatures of the Nether clan, who had lived in the underground world that had no sunlight for many years, would be depressed if they climbed to the ground full of yang energy and shining brightly, and their eyes might be blinded by the dazzling sunlight. It was midnight, which just avoided the fear of the devil-flame puppet ghost generals.

The creatures of the Nether tribe under the moonlit night do not affect the activities of the earthly world at all.

His thoughts were passed on to the demon flame puppet, driving him to flap his wings and fly towards a densely populated grassland town.

The wind was whistling and the stars were shining. The feeling of flying on the moonlit night made Xuanyuan Peng, a monk who had just come from the dark underground environment to the earth, feel particularly comfortable and natural.

The demon flame puppet ghost general flew extremely fast, and the storm of his wings blew, pressing the grass waves below. When the sun was about to rise, the outlines of the market tents in the distance appeared in front of Xuanyuan Peng. He slapped the ghost general's back, and the demon flame flapped its giant wings and slowly flew to the ground. He was included in the ninth-level magic bottle.

Xuanyuan Peng took a big stride and walked towards the market town. The morning breeze before dawn blew his long hair. He quickly changed into a tailor-made Taoist robe, with his chest embroidered with the monk's logo of the natural door. It was a yin and yang pattern surrounded by a cluster of green grass, symbolizing learning from nature. This Taoist robe was worn by ordinary clothes, not a body-protecting black robe. His original level 8 robe was torn to pieces by the sword energy of the Ghost King.

The journey of more than ten miles disappeared at his feet. When he walked into the market town, it was already bright and all kinds of breakfast and snack stalls were crowded with people. He bought a breakfast and ate it with the mutton pancakes from the grassland. The Taoist monks in the Xuanhuang Continent need a lot of nutrition to temper their bodies and do not avoid meat. If they eat vegetarian food alone, they will not be able to satisfy the energy replenishment required for huge power.

After eating and drinking, he walked to the horse market and spent money to buy a fat and strong Pegasus. Last time he fought with Ye Rongtian, Shangguan Yan won a generous amount of gambling funds, and gave him a total of 50,000 taels of silver alone. He stored it in a gold, silver and jade talisman that belonged to him, which could be collected at any time in money shops in various places. There was also some silver in his treasure bag, so there was no need to worry about daily expenses.

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Chapter completed!