In the sky, the ten demon cultivators, including Long Wu, were like tigers entering a flock of sheep. The disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect were killed, with people rushing over and over, and blood flowing into a river!

The two Nascent Soul Elders who show off their power on weekdays are facing the demon cultivators who are like wolves and tigers! They can only look horrified and strive to protect themselves! They never thought that these demon cultivators far away in the demon realm would run to the Ghost Spirit Sect to slaughter!

However, before they could escape from the heavens, the head of the Jinjiao clan and Mo Ran, one left and one right, blocked the retreat of the two Nascent Soul elders.

The rumbling sounds of explosions and shrill crys in the center of the Ghost Spirit Gate came one after another!

At this moment, an extremely angry ghost roar came from the main hall. Immediately afterwards, dozens of black shadows shrouded in the gloomy ghost energy rushed out of the giant hall with a strong murderous aura.

The person in charge has the cultivation level of the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage, wearing a black robe, and the cold and ghost energy around him seems to be liquefied.

This man glanced outside the hall, frowned and shouted gloomyly: "What are you, the group of demon cultivators? How dare you attack my Ghost Spirit Sect? You are so impatient. Today, the Japanese seat will tell you that you will never come back!"

"What's the point? I just don't like you guys, people who are not human, and ghosts!" Mo Ran, who was indifferent by nature, sneered coldly when he heard the words of the person in the leader.

"Hehe, we will accept all of the demon pills of so many demon cultivators today!" Next to the person in charge, another middle-stage Ghost Spirit Sect elder in the Ghost Spirit Sect said with a ghost voice.

Seeing the head of the Ghost Spirit Sect appear, Long Wu said to Long Xiao: "Fight quickly and decide quickly, Long Xiao, the head of the Ghost Spirit Sect will be handed over to you!"

"Yes!" Long Xiao nodded and moved his body, he came to the head of the Ghost Spirit Sect. "Dare to go crazy in front of me, it's simply a matter of seeking death!"

As he spoke, a silver-gray mace had already appeared in Long Xiao's palm! The powerful magic power in his body, mixed with resentment towards the monks of the Ghost Spirit Sect, was all concentrated on the mace.

At this moment, the mace, which was more than three feet long, had the fluctuations of magic power on it, sweeping out like a turbulent wave, towards the head of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

Thinking back then, after Long Xiao passed the heavenly tribulation, he was at the weakest time. He was an elder in the Ghost Spirit Sect who was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage. He pursued him relentlessly and almost killed Long Wu and Long Xiao!

Long Xiao has always remembered these things, and now he has found the outlet of venting. The anger that has been suppressed for a long time finally burst out at this moment...

Seeing that Long Xiao was actually a demon cultivator in the God Transformation Stage, the head of the Ghost Spirit Sect suddenly shrank. His figure was instantly wrapped by the cold ghost energy. It completely turned into a dark shadow.

This shadow floats like a ghost! However, just as the shadow stopped for a moment, Long Xiao's figure appeared quietly behind him, and the mace brought a strong wind, hitting the shadow like lightning.

Just as the mace was about to hit the shadow, the head of the Ghost Spirit Sect was almost conditioned reflex. He suddenly squatted down and directly penetrated into the ground and disappeared!

Seeing this scene, a sneer suddenly appeared on Long Xiao's murderous face. He poked out a palm and slapped it hard at the ground. The surging magic power in his body was directly transmitted to the ground through his palm...

With a loud bang, a huge pit several feet deep sank on the ground in an instant. However, during this period, no figure of the head of the Ghost Spirit Sect was found.

Just as Long Xiao frowned, a black fog suddenly appeared on the ground several feet away from the giant pit. During this period, there was a blood-red rune. As the runes flashed a few times, the figure of the head of the Ghost Spirit Sect suddenly disappeared strangely.

At this time, in the air and on the ground, a group of demon cultivators fought with many elders of the Ghost Spirit Sect! They saw these elders of the Ghost Spirit Sect pinch the same magic tricks in their hands.

From these people, black blood beams emerged. These beams were like strange snakes, wandering back and forth, roaring towards the demon cultivators.

Faced with these extremely strange beams of light, the demon cultivators did not dare to be careless at all. They waved their claws one by one. In an instant, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the entire area, and sharp claws tore the beams apart.

However, before the demon cultivators showed their pride, the torn beams of light instantly recovered as before! They turned into strange snakes again and shot at the demon cultivators.

"Don't waste your magic power. We will come to fight with these cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect in close combat!" Seeing that the beams of the Golden Dragon clan leader were extremely strange, he hurriedly reminded everyone.

Hearing the words of the head of the Golden Dragon Clan, a group of demon cultivators were carrying afterimages, with sharp murderous auras. With a few ups and downs, they came to the Ghost Spirit Sect and the elders approached, and the two sides immediately burst into an extremely fierce battle.

For a moment, magic weapons in the air flew, and claw shadows flashed. The roar, angry curse, and gloomy ghost roars were completely connected to the sky, making a sound...

Seeing the battle intensified, Long Wu's body was erratic, as if he was looking for something. Suddenly, a thin figure came into Long Wu's eyes.

When Long Wu noticed this person, the elder with the middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivation in the Ghost Spirit Sect also saw Long Wu. He felt a familiar breath from Long Wu.

A moment later, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Long Wu with an expressionless face and said, "I have seen you, you are the demon cultivator who was hiding in the bamboo forest back then!"

"So many years have passed, I'm really afraid that you are dead!" Long Wu sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"It was all those timid and fearful monks back then that you were able to escape from my hands! I didn't expect that in just a hundred years, you have actually cultivated to the same level as me, but now I have been able to collect the demon pills of ####!

The man looked at Long Wu with cold eyes. As soon as he finished speaking, his hands hidden in his sleeves suddenly raised, and the cold ghost energy lingered on his palms. As his fingers changed, a black and red beam of light directly tore through the void and shot towards Long Wu.

Seeing this beam of light, Long Wu's face darkened. While he took a few steps back, a silver ball of thunder instantly condensed in his palm! It immediately turned into a stream of light and faced the beam of light.

"Bang! Sharp!" A sound that made the scalp numb sounded from the collision point. Then a violent gale swept out in the shape of a fan.

Several low-level monks from the Ghost Spirit Sect who were relatively close to the surrounding area were transformed into nothingness. On the hard bluestone ground, spider-like cracks spread several feet away...

After the attack, Long Wu couldn't help but frown slightly. The old enemy in front of him was obviously stronger than Elder Fan who fought with him!

And the elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect stepped back ten steps! The man's face was extremely ugly, and his eyes flashed with a pair of cold light were full of shock.

While shocked, this person had a rough understanding of the thunder ball shot out by Long Wu! This thunder ball is obviously not a thunder magic practiced by ordinary monks!
Chapter completed!