There's a ghost inside me

In the valley.

The Wang family's spiritual masters were exuding awe-inspiring momentum.

"I never believe that Wang Tian can do this!"

The middle-aged man with a hook nose said hatefully, "There must be a big problem!"

Next to him, an old man hesitated, "Wang Can, you have to think about it..."

"No need to say more!"

The middle-aged man named Wang Can waved his hand and said, "This is the only way in front of me. It is impossible to turn back."

"Oh~"

Everyone from the branch of the Wang family around him sighed.

At present, whether "Wang Tian" breaks through the seventh level of spirit master is the top priority. Instead, the previous Beiming Ghost seems to have been ignored...

"How could it be possible to achieve this with Wang Tian's qualifications?"

Wang Can's eyes were sharp and he stared at the figure in Tianchi and said coldly,

"Who are you?"

......

"Tian'er, let me see your natal spiritual weapon."

At this moment, Wang Fengsan, the head of the Wang family, was actually extremely complicated.

Based on his understanding of Wang Tian, ​​how could the other party force Su Han to lose voluntarily and even absorb all the spiritual energy in the entire Tianchi Lake?

Even the stars of the Wang family are probably far less than one-third of the other party's. How incredible it is!

But, if there is really no problem...

"good!"

Surprisingly, Jiang Xiao answered without any hesitation, and did not even ask about the reason behind it.

"Does it mean..."

Suddenly, Wang Fengsan couldn't help but feel a little hope in his heart.

"If you really become the seventh-level spirit master, then I will take you to devour the evil beast of the sinking ghost later."

Wang Fengsan's originally old-fashioned expression calmed down a little, and said, "The sinking ghost is now tortured by us and is dying, and only one breath is left..."

The words fell.

Jiang Xiao raised his right hand with a faint slight grip on his five fingers.

Then...

Swish-

A bloody sword light tore the entire world!

"What?"

"What?"

"this?!"

In an instant, the audience was shocked.

The power of a sword carries the surging momentum, and wants to break through the mountains and rivers!

Wang Fengsan had no time to think about it, and in an instant he used his life-saving ability and a layer of light curtain condensed on his body.

Even so.

The blood-like sword light still broke through Wang Fengsan's spiritual barrier.

The whole person flew backwards hundreds of meters away, and at the same time, the entire valley was cut through a huge crack by this sword...

Swish!

Inside and outside the Tianchi, everyone looked at the young man holding the sword in unison.

No one wants this scene!

At this moment.

Jiang Xiao stood in the middle of Tianchi, wearing black clothes flying freely.

A blood-colored vertical pupil magic sword in his hand emitted extremely rich blood light, as if it was poured out of the blood of the mysterious ghost, making people feel throbbing in their hearts when they stared at it.

"Is this my strength now?"

Jiang Xiao looked indifferently at the sword mark that was hundreds of meters long in front of him, and then his eyes moved to the Xuanwu Sword.

A thread of blood slowly stretched out from the blood-colored vertical pupil and pierced into the flesh and blood.

The right arm of the ice-skinned jade bone was stained with a strange crimson...

"How could it be?"

In Tianchi, the Wang family members were completely stunned.

Everyone never expected that "Wang Tian" would suddenly attack and kill the head of the Wang family!

"Finally..."

Wang Xi bit his cherry lip lightly, knowing that the situation had developed to the most serious level.

"What's going on?"

Su Han looked at the young man holding the sword in confusion, and his heart suddenly jumped.

Bloody vertical pupils... Xuanwu Sword...

"Bei Ming Ghost!!!"

Almost instantly, everyone in the valley was shocked.

He recognized the once most powerful treasure of the Tianji Palace, the extremely ferocious sword!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Including Wang Xi, the Wang family sequencers in Tianchi fled quickly in horror.

In response to this, Jiang Xiao stood there, with the corners of his mouth seemingly upside down.

Next moment—

"Speaking of this mask is really uncomfortable to wear..."

Jiang Xiao slowly took off the mask with his left hand, revealing a handsome face, and his dark eyes seemed to contain stars, which was fascinating.

The faint flame mark between the eyebrows added a touch of evil spirit, and the hair was fluttering, free and easy.

Swish!

A spiritual light burst into pieces in his left hand, and a black sword emerged out of thin air.

At this moment, the dark blade body added some blood-colored patterns of flames, and the sharp blade edge emitted a wisp of cold air...

One sword and one sword.

Black Too Knife, Blood-colored Demon Sword...

Bang!

Jiang Xiao suddenly took a step forward.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged.

The mighty power in his body ventedIt was out, like a flood passing through the border, sweeping across the eight deserts, unstoppable!

"As you wish..."

Jiang Xiao was alone, looking down on all the heroes and said, "I am here, Beiming Ghost, here!"

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"Wang Tian is actually dressed as a Beiming ghost!?"

"When did the Beiming Ghost sneak into my Wang Family's Secret Realm?"

"Why are Beiming Ghost or Spirit Master?"

"Like a white ghost, a demon disguised by the human spirit master?"

"What a terrifying spiritual pressure!"

"hiss--"

"As soon as this evil beast stepped into the seventh level of spirit master, he had spiritual pressure that was not inferior to that of the eighth level of spirit master!?"

Outside the Tianchi, the Wang family’s spiritual masters were confused in their minds.

Still no one could have imagined such a scene!

Especially at this moment, the spiritual power released by the Beiming Ghost was even more like a surging sea, so heavy that it was difficult for me to breathe, which was greatly limited.

You must know.

After all, the Eighth-Level Spirit Master is a minority. This time, the only middle-aged man with a hook nose and the old man in the villa is Eighth-Level Spirit Master.

Even Wang Fengsan, the head of the Wang family, is only at the peak of the seventh level, and it is precisely because of this that it is difficult to convince the public.

Su Han looked at this scene unacceptably, "Bei Ming Ghost... actually appeared in this way..."

at the same time.

In the villa at the top of the mountain.

It is a closed iron chamber full of a strong smell of blood.

"Huh? This breath... is so powerful!"

The old man in black robe suddenly raised his head and his eyes became cold, "Is it the Beiming Ghost that appeared?"

"It hurts...it hurts...it hurts..."

In front, several black iron chains penetrated through the limbs of the little girl with her little head lowered, her white and tender arms drooped unhappily, and she no longer had the previous fierce aura.

The bloodless little mouth opened and closed weakly, murmured with unbearable pain.

In the past few days, the old man in black robe has tried his best to torture the little girl with a watermelon head in order to take care of Wang Tian or Wang Xi.

This can be seen just by the bloody smell in the air that is more than several times richer.

Even if it is a mysterious ghost, the blood in the sinking ghost's body is about to be exhausted at this moment, especially the natal soul body has been erased mostly...

The black iron chains that penetrated the limbs were attached to the thunder power that made the Xuangui tragic and tortured his mind all the time.

"This group of damn evil beasts! They really dare to come!"

The old man in black robe said angrily, "The decayed ghost is the life ghost prepared by my Wang family for the genius in the clan. How can you let the Beiming ghost kidnap him??"

"Today, you two evil spirits will die here!"

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