Reborn as a demon cultivator, picked up a zombie planet at the beginning

The young monk, with two swords on his back, always had a smile on his face.

Among the disciples of Shenggang Sect in the Qi Refining Stage, only one person behaved like this.

The fourth in the inner sect of Shenggang Sect, Ouyang Hao!

After five years of joining the sect, his realm rose rapidly and he entered the eighth level of Qi Refining.

The most impressive thing about this person is that he kills demon cultivators without mercy.

After the five sects destroyed the demons, three of the top ten disciples of Wuji Sect’s inner sect died at the hands of Ouyang Hao.

So much so that the remaining disciples of Wuji Sect said that they would rather meet a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage than meet Ouyang Hao.

If they met a righteous cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, they might still have a chance of survival.

But Ouyang Hao must be killed!

The great elder of Shenggang Sect praised Ouyang Hao and said that as long as Ouyang Hao successfully established his foundation, he would accept Ouyang Hao as his personal disciple!

It can be said that Ouyang Hao is a rising star in Shenggang Sect.

The three Qi Refining disciples ahead of him didn't dare to say they could beat him 100%.

This guy came to Taipingfang in person.

He obviously didn't come to buy things.

Chu Xuan was not afraid of Ouyang Hao.

With his current strength, it was not difficult to kill Ouyang Hao.

What he was worried about was whether there were others following Ouyang Hao.

If there were foundation-building cultivators from Shengang Sect hiding behind, it would be troublesome.

After thinking about it, Chu Xuan decided to keep his troops in place and act according to circumstances.

Click, click.

Ouyang Hao had a clear goal and ran straight to the teahouse.

A cultivator just walked out of the teahouse and saw Ouyang Hao. He recognized him and was immediately surprised, "Ouyang Hao?!"

Ouyang Hao raised his eyebrows, looked at the man, and smiled, "Do you know that you have ruined a big thing?"

The casual cultivator was stunned.

Before he could speak, Ouyang Hao suddenly drew his sword.

The sharp sword light flashed.

The man's legs were cut off at the knees.

"I don't know if you have any connection with the demon cultivators, so I'll spare your life and interrogate you later."

Ouyang Hao ignored the cultivator who was lying on the ground and wailing, and rushed into the teahouse at a faster pace.

Chen Ge and Wei Hua had been waiting for Zhang Cheng's arrival, so they kept their eyes and ears open, and their nerves were always tense.

The sound at the door of the teahouse naturally reached their ears.

"Ouyang Hao!"

The two looked at each other in shock.

Immediately got up and jumped out of the window next to them.

Chu Xuan sat in his original position, motionless, and still drinking tea.

After a few breaths, Ouyang Hao came to the second floor of the teahouse.

His eyes swept through every cultivator.

"What are you looking at?"

A cultivator was very impatient with being looked at, and immediately shouted.

Ouyang Hao didn't say a word and directly drew his sword.

The sword light flashed by.

The cultivator's right arm was cut off at the root.

Amid the other party's unbelievable screams, Ouyang Hao spoke lightly, "Shengang Sect Ouyang Hao, hunt down the remnants of Wuji Sect."

"Did anyone leave just now?"

He pointed his sword at the man's other shoulder.

As if to say, if you don't answer, I'll cut off your other arm as well.

The unlucky monk shouted in horror, "Yes! Two people jumped out of the window! They ran to the south!"

Ouyang Hao frowned and rushed to the window immediately.

As expected, he saw two figures driving flying magic tools and preparing to escape.

Ouyang Hao immediately threw out a flying sword, rode on it, and chased after them.

The monks in the teahouse were all in shock.

They began to talk about who this Ouyang Hao was and why he was so rampant.

When they knew Ouyang Hao's identity, the monks gasped and kept silent.

This is a genius disciple of Shengang Sect in the Qi Refining Stage.

He was also valued by the Grand Elder of Shengang Sect, and was almost booked as a personal disciple.

With such a status, who would dare to provoke him?

The cultivator whose arm was cut off endured the pain and hurried to stop the bleeding.

This loss could only be swallowed.

Chu Xuan sat there waiting, and there was no second figure chasing him.

He stroked his chin, thinking.

"It seems that there is only Ouyang Hao."

"This is a big fat sheep..."

Chu Xuan only thought for a moment, then controlled the flying sword and followed him in a low voice.

In the air.

Three streams of light chased each other.

Chen Ge and Wei Hua's flying magic weapons were only of medium quality.

However, Ouyang Hao was a genius disciple of Shengang Sect in the Qi Refining Period, and was valued by the Grand Elder, so his magic weapons were naturally not bad.

His flying magic weapon was of top quality.

There was such a gap in flying magic weapons.

Chen Ge and Wei Hua were naturally caught up by Ouyang Hao soon.

"Die, you scum of the Wuji Sect!"

Ouyang Hao still had a warm smile on his face, but his tone was extremely vicious.

He put his two fingers together and stabbed forward continuously.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.

Several spiritual fingers like small swords shot out.

This is the famous Qi Refining Stage mid-grade spell of the Shengang Sect, called "Spirit Sword Finger".

The advantages are that it consumes less spiritual power, has a long attack distance, and a fast attack speed.

The disadvantage is that the power is average.

But when chasing, it is of course the most appropriate to use this method.

In an instant, the spiritual sword fingers surged like a rain curtain.

The pupils of the two shrank, and they tried their best to dodge.

But they could only dodge part of it.

The space for them to move gradually shrank, and soon they could not avoid it.

In the end, they had to condense a small shield with a sinister aura behind them.

This is the Mysterious Shield, one of the defensive spells that Wuji Sect's Qi Refining disciples must learn.

However, they are only at the fourth level of Qi Refining after all, how can they compare with Ouyang Hao, who is at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

The Mysterious Shield only blocked two spiritual sword fingers before it suddenly collapsed.

The rest of the spiritual sword fingers mercilessly bombarded the two men, blowing away their flying magic weapons.

The two men spurted blood, and the flying magic weapons also broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Ouyang Hao immediately chased after them.

A moment later, in the open space in the forest.

Ouyang Hao looked at the pale-faced Chen Ge and Wei Hua and smiled.

He directly threw the blood-stained package in his hand.

A good head rolled out of the package.

It was Zhang Cheng who died with his eyes open.

"I was out on a mission and met this guy. He was really stubborn and refused to speak."

"I cut off his limbs and threw him into an anthill, letting him be bitten by thousands of ants. Only then did he speak."

Ouyang Hao said lightly.

Chen Ge and Wei Hua saw Zhang Cheng's miserable death and felt extremely desperate.

"You two are so weak."

"You can't even take my spiritual sword finger."

"I won't make much contribution if I take you back to the sect."

"It's better to kill you."

Ouyang Hao smiled and drew out the two swords behind him.

At this time, a strong wind suddenly came.

Ouyang Hao's face changed slightly, and he suddenly drew his sword and slashed behind him.

Dang!

A stone was suddenly chopped off by him.

Walking towards him was a white-faced monk with a jade-like face.

However, his facial features were not soft, and he had a sharp temperament.

The appearance of the white-faced monk made Chen Ge and Wei Hua stunned.

Someone would actually save them?

"You look quite powerful. Which scum of Wuji Sect are you?"

Ouyang Hao looked at Chu Xuan for a few times and suddenly asked.

He felt a hint of threat from this white-faced monk.

It means that the other party must be quite powerful.