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"I didn't expect that, when we meet again, not only will you be able to see my true body, but your strength will be several times stronger than before."

The shadow was forced back, and with a slight sway, his figure appeared.

This once-familiar face to Qin Sang showed that he was the lost Flying Yaksha.

From his mouth, an unfamiliar voice came out, hoarse and low, giving a very difficult feeling when speaking, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Before Flying Yaksha, he had no independent consciousness, his expression was rigid, and he would only obey his master's orders. Every action was accompanied by bloodshed and killing.

It's changed now.

Although his body was still filled with corpse aura, he could recognize his identity as a corpse refiner at a glance, but his expression was far more vivid than before. His black eyes turned slightly, and he stared at Qin Sang with a strange gaze.

Appears to be a living person.

Qin Sang's pupils shrank, he knew that this ghost must have given birth to a sanity, but he did not expect his sanity to be so high, no different from a normal person.

Is this the original, or the memory of Flying Yaksha has not completely disappeared, and has been fused by ghosts?

What shocked Qin Sang even more was that before being taken away, Feitian Yaksha's cultivation was only equivalent to a monk in the early stage of forming a pill. The strength shown in the brief collision just now is not weaker than him!

"Who are you?"

Qin Sang asked in a cold voice, but without the slightest hesitation, he reached out to recall the ebony sword and flicked his fingers.

The ebony sword turned sharply in the air, and countless sword qi and sword lights erupted, turning into a dazzling sword wheel, instantly annihilating the bone dust flying in the sky.

The sword wheel fell from the sky, covering all directions, suppressing the Flying Yaksha.

He would not show the slightest mercy to the ghosts who took Feitian Yasha, and decided to kill the other party as soon as possible, so as not to let the other party be prepared and cause extra trouble.

Feitian Yasha's face showed a hint of confusion, and said faintly: "Yeah... Who am I... I don't remember! There seems to be a white character in my previous name... Why don't you just call me Bai."

When he responded to Qin Sang, the sword wheel was like a wonderful flower, blooming to the extreme.

There was no fear in Bai's eyes, he raised his head slightly to look at the sword wheel, and stretched out his ghost hand forward, as if he was in a hurry, and suddenly turned into the shadow of countless ghost claws.

For a time, the bone dust between the two was swept away, and the space was divided into two halves.

Half of it is an imposing, invincible sword wheel.

The other half was dark, filled with corpse aura, and the outline of the ghost claws could hardly be seen, and it seemed that the sky was full of ghost claws, and its momentum was no less than that of the sword wheel.

"My flesh and bones are rotting, and I don't know when to grind them into dust... My memory is withered and rotten like my primordial spirit. Only this lonely soul is left, trapped in this world... confused, persistent... for an almost impossible obsession Perhaps, in another thousand or ten thousand years, the soul will also completely perish. I would also like to thank you for sending me this body, so that I can finally see a glimmer of hope."

Bai seemed to be familiar with how to speak, the speed of speech became faster, and the articulation became clearer and smoother. He was very happy to talk, as if he was communicating with Qin Sang, and he seemed to be talking to himself. The content was mysterious and confusing.

The ghost hand stirred the situation, transformed into ten thousand, and took the sword wheel with a tough attitude.

In the sword wheel, the sword qi was born and destroyed, and was torn apart by the ghost claws, and some ghost claws were chopped into pieces by the sword qi.

But the sword light differentiated from the real sword light is not only not affected by the ghost claw, but is more dazzling and dazzling.

The rumbling sound continued.

Thousands of claw shadows were instantly shattered by 30% by the sword wheel. Seeing this, Bai snorted coldly from his throat.

‘Whoosh! ’

In an instant, the claw shadow suddenly retracted inward and merged into Bai's arm.

At the same time, the corpse qi was exhausted, and the arm was exposed, black as black iron, and when the fingers moved, the joints made a sound of gold and iron colliding, as if it was really made of iron and stone.

The sword wheel is about to approach.

Bai's eyeballs moved, his palm was vacantly grasped, and he suddenly shot towards the center of the sword wheel. A huge ghost claw easily shredded the sword energy and penetrated into the sword wheel.

'boom! ’

The power of this ghost claw shadow is far from comparable to the previous phantoms. Not only was it not cut off by the sword wheel, but it was stirred violently inside, and the sword wheel fell into a short stagnation, showing signs of instability.

Qin Sang's face sank, his hand chanted a tactic, the sword wheel burst out, and the extremely bright sword light turned into a thick beam of light, which shook the ghost's claws and stabbed at Bai's real body at an astonishing speed.

Seeing this scene, Bai's eyes narrowed, and his figure retreated violently, but it was still not as fast as the beam of light, and he was finally submerged in the beam of light.

The beam of light carried the might of the sword wheel, and the aftermath rushed out far away before dissipating. Several bone mountains behind Bai were penetrated by the beam of light, leaving a row of large holes.

'when! ’

The beam of light dissipated, and a surprising scene appeared.

Bai was intact and uninjured. His arm was still held high, blocking the front, and the corpse energy in his palm surged, forming a solid barrier, which even forcibly resisted the body of the ebony sword.

The ebony sword trembled, and the sword glow was hesitant, unable to penetrate the corpse aura. Seeing this, Qin Sang had no choice but to withdraw the ebony sword, looking at Bai with a little more solemnity.

This time, it was the real fight, neither of them suffered, but it seemed difficult to beat the other.

"Your strength is good, but if you want to suppress me, it's not enough."

White said lightly.

"Is it?"

Qin Sang snorted coldly, his wings shook behind him, and the corpse coffin flew out of the body, changing rapidly in mid-air, only to hear a crackling sound, and the coffin board turned into pieces of armor, which were tightly attached to the avatar's body. , into a suit of armor.

The next moment, the incarnation's eyelids moved slightly, his eyes opened, red as blood, and there was a hint of madness and bloodthirsty in the depths of his pupils, which was shocking to watch.

At the same time, Qin Sang looked directly into the avatar's eyes, secretly activating a secret technique to forcibly suppress the avatar's backlash.

The blood in the avatar's eyes gradually faded, and he stood silently behind Qin Sang.

Perceiving the breath of the avatar, a strange color flashed in the white black eyes, and his expression was solemn, "Your means are really endless, and there is actually an external avatar whose strength is no less than the main body."

Hearing this, Qin Sang took a deep look, and he could see the identity of the avatar at a glance.

"What about him?"

Qin Sang snorted coldly and ordered the avatar to take action.

He and the incarnation outside the body, one left and one right, rushed towards Bai together.

Qin Sang activated the ebony sword again, transforming it into a sword wheel, and the momentum was stronger than before.

Not to be outdone, he was dressed in armor and held a blood sword.

This blood sword unexpectedly fits the incarnation outside the body.

When Qin Sanggang turned into refining the blood sword, he checked carefully, and there was no secret memory left by others in the blood sword.

When searching for the soul, he also learned the origin of the blood sword. It was obtained by a young man surnamed Fang accidentally, not a reward from the ancestors of Black Snake Mountain, and he left it to the incarnation as a weapon.

The cultivation base of the incarnation has reached the peak of the Core Formation Stage, but only by holding the top magic weapon can he display his true strength.