Beiyin Great Sage

On the top floor of the restaurant, several people walked to the window and looked in the direction of the sound.

Although they were far apart, in the sight of several people, the figures of Zhou Jia, Fu Longze and others in the distance were clearly distinguishable.

"Zhou Yi!"

"The master behind Taobao, the director of Bingshan Dark Shop, has a mysterious origin. It is said that although his cultivation level is not high, his strength is extremely great."

"How dare he provoke Old Monster Sang?"

"Some say he is an immortal species, some say he is a legendary species, and of course some say he is nothing. Today is about to open his eyes."

Conversations continued one after another, and there was a lot of discussion.

"Now that he's here, Zhou Yi must be somewhat confident, but after all, this is the territory of the Ghost Control Sect, so I'm afraid we won't be able to fight."

"otherwise."

Someone shook his head:

"Old Monster Sang is an immortal species after all, and his status is respected. If he doesn't fight back if someone knocks on his door, where will he put his face in the future?"

"That's the truth."

"I wonder who loses and who wins?"

"Monster Sang has a gloomy nature and rarely takes action, but after all he is an old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years. How can Zhou Yi be his opponent?"

"But if he takes the initiative to come to the door, there should be a slight chance of winning."

"..."

The onlookers were obviously not interested in the cause of the incident. They were only curious about which of the two was stronger and weaker, and whether they would take action.

When it comes to victory or defeat,

Most of them are more optimistic about Old Monster Sang.

After all, for seventh-level silver, the longer one lives, the stronger one becomes. How terrifying is the background of the old monster Sang who has lived for tens of thousands of years?

Zhou Yi is no more than sixth level!

Even if it is a legendary species, I am afraid that it is no match.

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Cai Yuzhen put down the tea cup, walked out of the stone pavilion, and looked in the direction of the sound, frowning slightly and her beautiful eyes flickering back and forth.

"Yuzhen."

A beautiful figure appeared beside her and said slowly:

"Is this the existence you want me to attach myself to?"

Qianying's facial features are exquisite and her temperament is dignified. The colorful clothes don't look gaudy at all when she wears them, but she looks like a flying fairy.

It was Xue Baimei, one of the elders of the Jushan Gang.

She and Cai Yuzhen are old friends, and they are both seventh-level women. They have been keeping warm in the Jushan gang for many years, but now they have their own ideas.

Cai Yuzhen voted for Zhou Jia early, while Xue Baimei intended to control the Ghost Sect.

Needless to say, there are benefits to joining the Ghost Control Sect. It is easy to enjoy the shade with a big tree at your back, but the big branches are leafy and it is difficult to get ahead even at the seventh level.

So I also considered switching to another place.

But for Zhou Jia, a man whose cultivation, strength, identity and background are all a mystery, he has some concerns in his heart and it is difficult to make a decision.

"Too impulsive."

Looking into the distance, Xue Baimei shook his head and said:

"Old Monster Sang is an immortal and has the body of a heavenly ghost. Even the leader of the Ghost Control Sect wants to betray him, but Zhou Yi actually takes the initiative to provoke him."

"My Lord is not that kind of person." Cai Yuzhen said calmly:

"Monster Sang must have done something to violate the Lord's taboo, otherwise it wouldn't be like this."

"So what?" Xue Baimei hummed:

"In this world, the strong are respected. There are many people who don't like Mr. Sang, but after so many years, who dares to provoke him?"

"Well..." Cai Yuzhen tilted his head:

"Bai Mei, you seem to be sure that the Lord is no match for Old Monster Sang?"

"What?" Xue Baimei raised her eyebrows:

"Do you think Zhou Yi has a chance of winning?"

"I don't know." Cai Yuzhen said expressionlessly:

"But the Lord is by no means a reckless person. Since he dares to come this time, he is naturally not afraid. Since I have known the Lord, I have never seen him lose."

"Really?" Xue Baimei's beautiful eyes flashed:

"Then we'll see."

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"Seventy-eight!"

"seventy-nine!"

"..."

"Eighty-five!"

Tianhe was still counting slowly, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Fu Longze's heart, making him breathless.

I wanted to take action, but I didn't dare.

At this time, people from the Ghost Control Sect had appeared nearby, and a formation covering several nearby blocks wasolating the inside and outside.

A hundred breaths away, there are few pedestrians below.

"Zhou Yi."

The earth trembled, as if a huge heart was beating slowly, and Old Monster Sang's suppressed angry business came from below:

"Since you insist on seeking death, then I will fulfill your wish!"

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, a stream of black smoke burst out of the ground, like a black dragon scroll, and swooped at Zhou Jia's place with the sound of ghosts crying and gods howling.

"die!"

The word "death" is like an imperial command issued by the gods in the Netherworld.

The sound comes out.

More than a hundred people who were close enough to escape in the near future fell to the ground, all their lives were taken away, and the death intention rushed towards the figure above.

"snort!"

Zhou Jia snorted softly, waved his hand to shake the Tianhe River, and turned into a streak of thunder and hit the black smoke.

Royal Thunder Slash!

Magical skill!

The thunder ax falls from the sky, as if tearing apart the heaven and the earth, recreating chaos, and the power of the thunder is the nemesis of the black smoke.

With just one touch, the black smoke melted away.

"Peng!"

The sound of collision sounded, and two figures emerged from the void.

Zhou Jia has bulging muscles and stands in the air holding a giant axe. Opposite him is a person wearing a black robe, his appearance hidden under a hood, and a black staff swaying gently in his hand.

"Sang Lao!"

Fu Longze's eyes twitched.

He never expected that with just one blow, Old Monster Sang, who never showed his true face, would be forced out of his true form.

even,

Depending on the situation, it's still slightly below.

"thunder!"

Under the black robe, a pair of dark eyes looked directly at Zhou Jia, and his voice was hoarse:

"Good ax skills, good thunder control skills, such talent, you are truly a legend, no wonder you dare to trouble me."

"So much nonsense."

Zhou Jia stepped forward with his ax in his hand, and his figure instantly appeared in front of the opponent. The huge ax blade turned into a flash of cold light and chopped down hard on the head.

The simple moves, performed in his hands, impressively integrated source techniques, secret techniques, and martial arts into one.

Even if you can see it all, you can't hide or escape.

"when……"

The melodious collision sounded again.

The contact points between the ax blade and the staff caused ripples visible to the naked eye, and Old Monster Sang's body fell downwards involuntarily.

"ah!"

An angry roar sounded, and Old Monster Sang swayed and rushed against the trend.

"Woo..."

As he waved the staff in his hand, streaks of black smoke emerged from it, and in an instant it was like thousands of ghosts crying and demonic sounds entering his brain.

The corpse on the ground instantly turned into a mummy, and all the essence of the body was swept away by it.

Not just corpses!

The grass and trees withered, the rocks dried up, and the houses turned into dust. It seemed that everything had reached the end of life and everything was dead.

Even Zhou Jia felt that the energy and blood in his body were surging endlessly, his energy was exhausted, his spirit was weak, and his movements were even momentarily sluggish.

As an immortal who has lived for tens of thousands of years, Old Monster Sang has a terrifying background.

If it weren't for the formation of the Ghost Control Sect, this soul-stirring demonic sound alone would kill a quarter of the people in the core of the Southern District on the spot.

"Peng!"

"when……"

The crash sounded again.

This time, Zhou Jia was obviously at a disadvantage. Black smoke with long tail flames rushed in disorderly, knocking the thunder and scattering it in all directions.

Not only his cultivation base, but also his secret skills, mysterious weapons, and Old Monster Sang are not bad either.

"good!"

Zhou Jia looked up to the sky and roared, his eyes lit up, and he almost turned into a thunder statue, wielding a huge ax and rushing towards the black smoke:

"This is enough to see."

He knew he was no longer weak, but he didn't know how strong he was.

After all, the opponents he has encountered over the years, even at level seven, cannot put any pressure on him. Now it seems that only immortality seeds can do that.

Royal Thunder Slash!

Lightning flashed across the sky, and ax blades danced wildly across the sky.

The two of them fought, ax blades and staffs collided, roars swept through, and the ground suddenly sunk, and a bottomless pit appeared.

Old Monster Sang's face was gloomy, and anger was building up in his heart.

Zhou Jia's thunder power was his nemesis. Although he still had some methods to use, he seemed to be at a disadvantage.

Damn it!

With a bite of his steel teeth, his body instantly became insubstantial and appeared behind Zhou Jia, his staff moving forward.

He is the body of a heavenly ghost, and his physical body is between reality and reality. He is not good at confronting head-on enemies, and his strength is to restrain ghosts and enslave them.

Even a thought can control the shadow ghost with sixth-level silver cultivation.

"Peng!"

The staff collided with the lightning, and black smoke and thunder appeared.

Zhou Jia's body trembled slightly, and when he opened his eyes, he was about to activate his violent qualities, but suddenly he frowned and retreated backwards at the same time as Old Monster Sang.

"enough!"

A cold voice sounded in the field:

"Don't forget where this place is? Are you going to give up if you really have to destroy the South District?"

"Five ghost boys!"

"Master of the Ghost Control Sect!"

Old Monster Sang and Zhou Jia spoke in unison. They looked at each other and slowly put away the energy that was about to move.

The person who came was short in stature and looked like a dwarf. He was dressed in purple robes and had a small face that showed a menacing expression. He was none other than Wugui Tongzi, the leader of the Ghost Control Sect.

The Five Ghost Boys have five external incarnations, and the one in the field should be only one of them.

"snort!"

The purple-robed dwarf snorted and said:

"Sang, what's going on?"

"nothing."

Old Monster Sang said in a muffled voice:

"Someone is just looking for trouble."

"Really?" The purple-robed dwarf's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at Zhou Jia. Compared with the old monster Sang, his voice was obviously much softer:

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, what's going on?"

"Simple." Zhou Jia shook his wrist, and the thunder ax staff in his hand suddenly turned into a thunder chain and plunged into the ground.

"Crash..."

The chain extended infinitely until it penetrated into the ground, pulling out a human figure.

The figure with a pale complexion and frightened eyes was none other than Fang Zhensun.

"Old Monster Sang!"

Zhou Jia held the chain in his hand and said lightly:

"Everyone gets the stolen goods, what else do you have to say?"

"..."

Old Monster Sang's face was gloomy, and his breath surged from time to time.

"Sang, you are already a grown man, why are you still doing this kind of thing?" Seeing this scene, how could the purple-robed dwarf not know what happened? He shook his head and said:

"Let's do this. It's better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. You two give me a face, so there's no need to fight. You, surnamed Sang, give fellow Taoist Zhou a lot of divinity, and let this matter end."

"how?"

"Ten percent?" Mr. Sang opened his eyes:

"Five ghosts, this..."

"Huh?" The purple-robed dwarf's face darkened, and a dark wind suddenly blew up from the ground:

"What, you don't want to?"

"No."

Old Monster Sang was obviously a little afraid of the other party. His voice weakened and he lowered his head subconsciously.

"Go and get the divinity." The purple-robed dwarf waved his sleeves and looked at Zhou Jia again:

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, how are you doing?"

"That's all."

Zhou Jia's eyes flashed:

"Since the sect master has said it, why shouldn't Zhou be unreasonable? So be it."