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The cold words are like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month!

The harsh blowing makes people feel cold. Pinshu..

A strutting young man walked out of the woods, with thin eyebrows and a square face, elegant eyebrows, piercing eyes and full foreheads, and he was not angry and mighty;

Wearing a Confucian robe, a piece of lavender jade pendant around the waist, exquisitely cut through, faintly auspicious.

Standing condescendingly on a strange rock face about two feet high, his eyes were cold and staring at Cangsong, and more accurately, he stared at Yang Qifeng beside Cangsong.

"Cangsong, you escaped from Qingyun. It was me who took you in regardless of the previous complaints. I never thought that the one who took in turned out to be a white-eyed wolf."

"Ghost King,"

"There is no balance between righteous and evil, I Cangsong is a person of righteous way, and I have been righteous all my life,"

"As a Qingyun disciple, how can you get along with your demon sect," Cang Song was awe-inspiring, and he stretched out his finger and pointed at the ghost king's generous statement. At this moment, it was like a saint possessing his body.

"The Demon Cult?" The ghost king smirked, his voice was full of deep anger, and he recounted extremely indignantly: "When you came, you were talking about the Holy Cult!"

"Shengjiao, ridiculous!" Cang Song's voice was ironic. He deliberately separated the four words and preached literally ridiculously.

"You are in vain for life, acting without scruples, killing without evidence, there are more than thousands of people who died in your hands, you are also worthy of a holy word, calling you a demon, this is all praise to you,"

"Everyone is punishable by the evil spirits!"

"Uncle Cangsong is right, everyone is punishable by the demon cult thief!" Yang Qifeng smiled with his palm, and he praised Cangsong.

"For the demons, why talk nonsense with them, just kill them!"

"Thank you for the head, Cangsong knows what to do," Cangsong said with a correct attitude, lowering his eyebrows and bowing his waist, he carried his hands on his back.

At this moment, something appeared in his hands. It was more tacky and looked like a fire stick, but it could be a fire stick if it appeared in Cangsong's hands at this moment.

This is precisely the combination of the Blood Devouring Orb and the Dementing Stick with Zhang Xiaofan's blood as the matchmaker to become the Soul Devourer!

The Blood Devouring Orb was created by the old Blackheart, the master of the Demon Cult Blood Refining Hall in the early years, and can draw a lot of blood to recover from his injuries.

The Dementing Wand is a peerless magic wand that has been handed down since ancient times. The two were transformed into a peerless weapon due to the fusion of Zhang Xiaofan's blood. At this moment, this treasure of Xiaofan's housekeeping appeared in Cang loosen his hand.

Cang loosely held Soul Eater tightly, and he rebuked the ghost king and said, "I am the real person in charge of Qingyun, and there has been no great master since the foundation of the world."

"You have gained the Dao, and you can ascend to the immortal world in the future. If you abandon your magic skills and choose to surrender, I Qingyun will not kill innocently. I will bypass you and let you die at the end of your life."

"What a benevolent Qingyun, what if I choose not to surrender?" Ghost King preached coldly.

"Don't surrender, then die!" When he said the word for death, Cang Song's hand was sour and violent, endless black light rose up, and a stern voice resounded, countless grievances entwined with the soul, resentment and fierceness. It broke out instantly.

The Soul Eater at this moment finally showed the majesty of a peerless murderous soldier, whose power surpassed Zhang Xiaofan's use by at least two or three times. Without Zhang Xiaofan's deliberate suppression, Soul Eater could finally wreak havoc.

Soul eater is like lightning, incredibly fast, and when the violent rises, it has already fallen.

With a bang, Soul Eater's accurate life was on Yang Qifeng's back. Suddenly, Yang Qifeng did not react. He only tried to hide, but most of the power of Soul Eater still bombarded him.

With blood constantly overflowing from the corners of his mouth, Yang Qifeng's face was pale, and a black air began to spread across his face. He looked at Cangsong beside him and did not question, but calmly preached: "Good, good, good!"

"The King of Ghosts is a good calculation, abandon a book of heaven, let Cangsong gain my trust, and then play a double here to lower my alert, and then launch this deadly sneak attack."

"This is not a fatal blow," the ghost king slowly shook his head. He looked at Yang Qifeng, his eyes were full of solemnity, and his tone was awe-inspiring.

"It's worthy of being a great master since the beginning of the world. After I got the Soul Eater, I went to the ancient battlefields of ancient times to continuously collect the souls to increase the power of the Soul Eater, but this sneak attack still only injured Real Yang."

"If this blow hits me, I will definitely die,"

"It's a pity that Zhang Xiaofan doesn't know how to lift up. This Soul Eater is his life treasure. If he takes the shot himself at this moment, it will double the power of Soul Eater."

"But I haven't killed Zhenren Yang, but it's enough now,"

"Enough," Yang Qifeng took out a handkerchief as white as snow from his arms and gently wiped the blood from his mouth. He looked at the masters of the magic sect that kept appearing.

The four sages of the King of Ghosts, Qinglong, Baihu, Youji, Xuanwu, and Mr. Gui, as well as the Fairy Sanmiao of the Hehuan School and his outstanding disciple Jin Pinger, and other masters of the Hehuan School.

Changshengtang Yuyangzi, other big and small masters of the Demon Sect, they all gathered here.

"All the masters of the magic sect are gathered here, but all of them are the generation of ants. They don't touch the immortal way, and I don't know the nobleness of the immortal way,"

"All the chickens are vulnerable!"

"It's True Person Yang, this master of the Demon Cult doesn't come into your sight, what about me?" As the ghost king said, the four-legged and two-eared Fulongding had been suspended in front of him, and the Fulongding appeared blue.

As the ghost king began to use the Four Spirits Blood Array, his Shura power began to unblock, the color of Fulongding gradually began to evolve toward the blood color, and the blue color continued to fade.

The blood color rose a little bit, began to erode the blue color, and finally Fulongding became blood red.

Suspended in the air, he looked extremely coquettish and unusual. The ghost king's eyes were full of fierce and hostile eyes, like a fierce beast, constantly staring at Yang Qifeng.

"Not enough, Fulongding lays the four spirit blood formations, you get the power of Shura, and it's almost the same as the beast demon~www.wuxiaspot.com~ so you can block me,"

"If you only have this hole card for the ghost king, then the demon sect will be removed today." Yang Qifeng threw his handkerchief away, and he said calmly with his hands on his back.

"Brother Ghost King is not enough, then let me add an old man," a hearty and thick voice sounded, endless flames spread, an old man was like a holy fire, the flame burned all over him, and he walked out.

"Fenxiang Valley Cloud Old Valley Master,"

"It's the old man," Yun Yilan stood by, and there were not many elders of Fenxiang Valley behind him. Fenxiang Valley is a decent person. How can everyone be in the same way as the Demon Cult, and there is only one ambitious like him. Dare to join the magic sect.

"Yang Zhenren has no great master since the creation of the world, and his strength is unprecedented, and there is no one before and after,"

"But a pity, you are too strong, so you are going to die."

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