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On Liangjie Mountain, Feng Zishu and the others had just finished killing a small group of sixth-grade ghosts, and they were not about to relax. When they were about to start, everyone was shocked.

"what is that!"

Someone shouted.

No need for him to shout, everyone else has seen and felt it.

Right in front of them, a golden vortex suddenly took shape.

Within the vortex, a golden waterfall flows down, which is 10,000 meters high!

And everyone, in that golden waterfall, felt the power of a saint!

"Appearance of a saint... a saint..."

Feng Zishu's eyes widened, looking at the golden vortex in disbelief.

Fang Yi suddenly laughed loudly.

"Hahaha, the saint appears! The new saint of the human race! The new saint of the human race is going to save Chu He! With the saint here, Chu He and Mu Yingjin will be fine!"

Zhang Heng also heaved a sigh of relief and cursed bitterly.

"What the hell, this new saint is a thief. He hasn't come out since he was made a saint. I didn't expect that he was hiding in the Liangjie Mountain. He wanted to find a chance to kill the strong man in the ghost world."

Feng Zishu smiled slightly.

"With the new saint here, the spirit ghost king is no more than a first-rank ghost king. No matter how strong he is, facing the new saint, he will have to shed a layer of skin if he is not dead."

"Hahaha, with the appearance of the new saint of the human race, the ghost king will definitely be hit hard. Then I will see how the ghost cultivator will attack our human race!"

"Xin Sheng! Xin Sheng!"

In the human camp before Liangjie Mountain, dozens of great Confucian auras soared into the sky, looking at Liangjie Mountain from a distance.

"It turns out that Xinsheng has been in Liangjie Mountain all along, no wonder we couldn't find him."

Old Gong said slowly.

Dean Mu Tong nodded slightly and spoke.

"The first time Xinsheng made a move, there must be a big fish, at least in the ghost king realm."

"Could it be? Is it the Spirit Ghost King?"

Mu Tong shook his head, looking at the majesty of the saint in the distance, his eyes were full of longing.

"Longxi, what do you say?"

Elder Gong looked at Longxi Daru beside him, and asked with a frown.

Ever since Chu He was expelled from the academy, Longxi made a fuss, but Chu He had already left, and Longxi couldn't do anything about it. Since then, he has been silent.

Long Xi shook his head, a strange look appeared in his eyes.

Mr. Gong snorted coldly and stopped talking.

A hundred miles away from Chu He, Mu Yingjin suddenly saw the golden vortex in front of him, he was shocked, he made a mistake and almost fell to the ground.

Her own strength is not as good as Chu He's, and her speed is not as good as Chu He's. In addition, she started a quarter of an hour later than Chu He. According to her speed, she will have to arrive in nearly five minutes.

She was surprised but not surprised by such a saintly appearance.

Because it's not the first time she saw it.

The last time was when he beheaded the third rank ghost general Yu Feng.

The appearance of a saint image basically means that Chu He has been driven to death.

Mu Yingjin gritted her teeth, forcibly resisting the coercion of the saint in the sky, and kept running forward.

"Chu He! You better hang on to me a little longer, I don't want to go over and collect your body!"

"Even if you die! You must die behind me!"

On Liangjie Mountain, Ghost King looked at the scene in front of him and opened his eyes wide.

"This is...the appearance of a saint..."

The Ghost King murmured silently.

"It turns out that the new sage of the human race is you, and the new sage is you! But how is it possible?"

"You are only in the fourth-rank realm, how could you trigger such a powerful saint appearance..."

Chu He couldn't see the image of the saint behind him, but his perspective was in front of a waterfall.

Under the waterfall, there was a man with a long sword on his waist and a gourd in one hand, and he laughed loudly.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning."

"Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like blue silk..."

"... together with you, we will eliminate the eternal sorrows."

After reading the last sentence, the man laughed three times, drew out his long sword, and swung it out.

Chu He followed his appearance and swung his sword.

In an instant, the dull dagger that had not dissipated appeared in the sword aura, and gradually dissipated, dyeing the entire golden sword aura black.

In another instant, a burst of literary energy gushed out from Chu He's body, attached to the sword energy, full of the majesty of a saint.

Finally, the Wanmi Waterfall rushed to the sea, and above the waterfall, a figure appeared with black hair, which gradually turned into white hair and merged into the waterfall.

On the Wanmi Waterfall, some people sang loudly, and some people echoed. Then, countless people gathered on the waterfall and sang the first four lines of the wine together.

By the last few words of the fourth sentence, they all gradually dissipated.

The sword energy passed by slowly, seemingly very slowly, and arrived in front of the Ghost King.

The Spirit Ghost King let out a scream, and his ghostly aura surged up, enveloping the Wanmi Waterfall in an attempt to stop it.

But when the waterfall hit the ghost energy, it was like hitting tofu, and the ghost energy was completely shattered.

The black and dull killing intent was stained with ghost aura, cutting the ghost aura to pieces, and even more killing intent came along with the ghost aura, trying to cut the ghost spirit king's ghost aura.

The Ghost King gave a strange cry, his right hand suddenly grabbed his left arm, screaming in agony, he pulled off his left arm abruptly.

In an instant, the left arm that was pulled off suddenly became a black knife, and the surrounding ghost energy continued to gather on the black knife.

The ghost king grabbed the black knife with his right hand, shouted angrily, and slashed towards the waterfall and the black sword energy full of killing intent, sword intent and coercion of a saint.

The black knife collided with the sword energy, and it shattered inch by inch until only the hilt remained.

Behind the handle of the knife, the Spirit Ghost King roared angrily, and a stream of blood suddenly splashed out from the blood-colored vertical pupils of his eyes.

Essence and blood spewed out, the spirit ghost king's aura suddenly declined, and the ghost aura dropped in vain, faintly shattering.

Essence and blood gathered on the hilt of the knife, and the remaining inch of the blade changed from black to red, forcibly resisting the already riddled sword energy, screaming and howling continuously.

Chu He gritted his gums, and there was only a trace of elegance left in his body, barely maintaining the waterfall image.

Suddenly, Chu He let out a loud roar, and the last trace of cultural energy merged into the waterfall, and the image of the waterfall rushed towards the Spirit Ghost King abruptly.

With a bang, like a thunderbolt, the meaning of the saint above the waterfall suddenly exploded and scattered out, covering a radius of hundreds of miles, all the meaning of the saint was scattered. Twenty years later, this place will become the land of the saint.

The image of the saint disappeared, and Chu He lost all strength, and fell to the ground with a plop.

He took out the heart sword with difficulty, slowly propped up his body, and looked at the dust gradually dissipating in front of him.

This sword has already used all his literary energy, and it is also his strongest sword.

He didn't expect to kill the ghost king, he only wanted to force the ghost king back.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the Spirit Ghost King appeared.

The original black robe has been completely shattered, and under the black robe, ghost energy continues to permeate, trying to restore the injured place.

But the prestige of a saint, Wuguang's killing intent lies in it, no matter how much ghost energy there is, it will be extremely difficult to recover.

The ghost king's left arm was broken, and the ghost energy was blocked, but there was no sign of growth.

On the face, a pair of blood-colored vertical pupils have faded a lot, almost like ordinary ghost kings.