Changsheng, invincible from taking a concubine

Jiang Chuan raised his eyebrows.

I don't know where this idiot got his sense of superiority from.

He actually asked him to be a bachelor leader.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in this position."

The old man raised his hand to stop him from saying.

"Young man. I'm afraid you don't know the biggest benefit of becoming the leader of my Ghost Sword Sect."

"Oh? Tell me. What's special."

The old man smiled confidently.

"Do you know how many years it took for Ghost to cultivate to the sixth level of Hidden Yuan?"

"I don't know."

He stretched out three fingers.

"Only three thousand years."

Jiang Chuan looked surprised.

"Such a loser."

The old man, who was about to continue bragging, froze.

I didn't expect him to say that.

But he still endured it.

"Then do you know what his talent is?"

"A yellow third-grade martial soul."

"Haha, I didn't expect you to know this."

"Yes, he is only a yellow third-grade martial soul. Theoretically, he can only reach the third level of Yin Yuan."

"If you want to improve it later, you need to work ten times harder."

"But he only took three thousand years to reach the sixth level of Yin Yuan."

"Aren't you curious why?"

Jiang Chuan looked indifferent.

Anyway, no matter what kind of cultivation method it is, it definitely has nothing to do with him.

After all, he is unprecedentedly bad at cultivation qualifications.

The old man saw that he was so uncooperative, but he continued.

"Have you heard of Rakshasa women?"

"Yeah. It seems to be a woman of the Rakshasa tribe."

"Yes. Then you should not know that practicing with a Rakshasa woman can greatly improve the speed of cultivation."

Jiang Chuan shook his head.

He really didn't know this.

The old man waved his hand, and ten stunning Rakshasa women appeared in front of him.

It was just like the legend.

The Rakshasa women were all beautiful with fair skin.

Their whiteness is a sickly white.

This racial feature is quite obvious.

"How is it? They are beautiful, aren't they?"

"As long as you have sex with them, you can speed up your cultivation."

"You still don't want to be the leader of this sect?"

Jiang Chuan still shook his head.

"Not interested."

The old man's face darkened.

"Give me a reason."

"It's very simple. Generally, I don't have any thoughts about things that others have used. Is this reason enough?"

"Haha, really. So you are going to stand on the opposite side of this old man?"

Jiang Chuan still shook his head.

"You? You are not worthy."

The old man laughed.

"Interesting, very interesting. Then I want to see what you have the right to say this to me, a Hidden Yuan Great Perfection."

"Go, kill him."

The ten Rakshasa women turned into ten extremely fast sword lights, forming an airtight sword aura around him.

And at this moment, a white sword light broke their encirclement.

With a boom, the aura dispersed, and the ten Rakshasa women were shocked and retreated again and again.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the momentum was weakened.

The strength of the ninth level of Yin Yuan was fully demonstrated.

These Rakshasa women who were only at the third level of Yin Yuan were not her opponents at all.

"Husband. Don't be fooled by this old guy."

"These are all Rakshasa hybrids. Real Rakshasa women are more beautiful than them."

"And the most typical feature of Rakshasa women is that their eyes are red in addition to their fair skin."

Jiang Chuan was surprised. He didn't expect that she even knew this.

The old guy opposite had a dark face. Another ninth level of Yin Yuan appeared.

But such a bastard was not worthy of being his opponent.

"Boy, you don't think you still have a chance to choose, do you?"

"When you come to me, you only have one choice. Otherwise, it's a dead end."

"Think about it for me. Opportunities are not always available."

Jiang Chuan raised a middle finger.

"Old man, you are not worthy."

"Haha. Very good, there is a road to heaven but you don't take it, there is no door to hell but you break in."

"In that case, let me show you what will happen if you refuse me."

The gray sword light came.

Jiang Chuan wore a black glove and pointed out.

The sword was also pointing to the universe.

This time, the power was much stronger than before.

128 sharp sword qi shot out like a Gatling gun.

The old guy quickly blocked and swung his sword to disperse these sword attacks.

But no matter how fast his sword was, he was still hit by dozens of swords.

But he was no longer a human.

As a zombie, such an attack could not kill him.

He retreated dozens of meters and looked at the dozens of fatal piercings on his body, but his face showed disdain.

"That's it?"

Jiang Chuan smiled and pointed upwards.

The old man frowned, looked up, and suddenly showed astonishment on his face.

"Damn it! It's the Zhenwu Breaking Heaven Sword!"

"Who are you!"

With a loud bang, the tens-meter-long giant sword formed by the spiritual power fell down.

The old ghost didn't think twice and stabbed upwards with a sword.

The bluestone slabs on the ground cracked inch by inch under his feet, barely resisting the might of the sword falling.

In Jiangchuan's hand, the Mingwang Sword exuded a dangerous aura, and in the other hand he held a short sword with array patterns.

The Liangyi Huanxu Array and the Sancai Guiyuan Array were released at the same time with Lao Busi as the center.

The huge spiritual power storm directly submerged him.

Angry roars sounded.

Ten mixed-blood Rakshasa women rushed forward to self-destruct, trying to destroy the two formations.

But facing his firepower, such an attack did not have much effect.

The blood-colored spiritual power storm slowly dissipated.

Above the ground, the huge Zhenwu Potian Sword also disappeared into the air.

The old man stared at the man in front of him for a long time without speaking.

A gust of cold wind blew, and his body turned into ashes and was swept into the sky.

Liang Mengyun stared at this scene blankly, feeling that her worldview was a little unstable.

Last time she didn't see clearly how he killed Guijianchou.

But this time, she clearly felt the horror of the series of attacks just now.

This is no longer something that an ordinary Hidden Yuan Realm can deal with.

Jiang Chuan retracted the Ming Wang Sword and turned to look at this girl.

Looking at her blurred eyes, he held her slender waist and whispered in her ear.

In an instant, Liang Mengyun's pretty face became hot.

"My husband, you are annoying."

She ran away after saying that.

My husband is too cruel.

He actually wanted to do that kind of thing in such an open place.

This time, without the help of Zhulan and the other four sisters, it is obviously impossible to eat her here.

Jiang Chuan's mouth curled up slightly, and he was really an attractive beauty.

Especially the robes given by the system.

Those long legs really tempted people to commit crimes.

The sword intent that was condensed before was consumed a lot.

This time, it will take more time to clear all the evil spirits here.

Time passed half a year in a flash.

On the Thousand-foot Compass Boat.

"It's so strange, why do I feel that this Ghost Sword Sect is not so gloomy?"

"Yeah, I think so too."

"Hey, is it fun for you to worry about such things?"

"Yes, we have all passed the thunder tribulation and become Hidden Yuan Realm cultivators. Why hasn't my husband come back yet?"

A group of resentful women waited for a long time, but Jiang Chuan never showed up.

At this moment, a sword light shot over, piercing through the defense of the Compass Boat and landing on it.

Seeing the newcomer, all the female cultivators showed excitement.

"My husband is back!"