"That's all you have? It really disappoints me."

My other hand patted his chest like a ghost.

Ren Baogai could only release his hand holding the sword, use Qing Kung Fu, and retreat like lightning.

A large one-meter-high handprint passed faster than him.

The first form of burial mahamudra.

boom!

He used his witchcraft power with both hands to seal the big hand seal, but was knocked away.

Peng!

He crashed into a large snowdrift, and the gray snow fell down, submerging him.

I snorted coldly and flicked my backhand, Ding! The sword penetrated the old tree dozens of meters away very quickly, causing the snow on the tree crown to fall with a puff.

"That's it?"

I waved my hand and patted the traces of gray snow on my brocade robe. The clouds were calm and the wind was gentle, and I didn't even take a step back.

All the jeers seemed to have been silenced.

The core disciples watched this scene with their mouths wide open and their eyes bulging.

Seeing the terrifying scene in which Ren Baogai, who was incomparably powerful in their impression and ranked second among his disciples, was knocked away by the sword without even being able to move past me, I suspected that I was dreaming.

boom!

There was a loud thunder-like sound on the ground, the snowdrifts shattered, and Ren Baogai jumped out covered in blood.

The cold wind froze the blood on his face. His eyes locked on mine fiercely, but he didn't dare to take action easily.

I stood with my hands behind my hands and looked at him quietly.

Ren Baogai's expression was unpredictable, but he was indeed scared of being beaten.

As the saying goes, an expert can tell if something is there as soon as he reaches out his hand.

He knew that if he dared to charge alone, being beaten down would be the most likely result, which was not what he wanted.

Ren Baogai's eyes were red, hatred was accumulating and boiling. He suddenly looked at She Ping and then at Wu Zong.

The intention is self-evident.

I saw it in my eyes and suddenly raised my head and laughed: "Hahaha, Ren Baogai, don't use such covert eyes to signal, just tell them your request to join forces to fight against the enemy.

For me, it's a good thing, because I don't have to worry about cleaning them up one by one.

"You, you, and you!"

I pointed at the thirteen candidates and increased my volume: "On the same score, as long as you can defeat me, from now on, I will withdraw from the competition for the sect leader, come on."

After I said these arrogant and shocking words, I stood in the wind and snow. The wind could not blow an inch, and the snow could not stain even an inch.

"Arrogant."

"So arrogant."

"court death."

All the candidates cursed angrily, and at the same time, they showed off their magic weapons and weapons.

Wu Zong and She Ping exchanged glances and nodded silently, reaching an agreement.

At this moment, I have become the public enemy of these core disciples.

"superior!"

Wu Zong raised his knife and shouted fiercely.

The next moment, thirteen figures released monstrous energy fluctuations and rushed towards me at the same time.

While charging and killing, all kinds of witchcraft are launched.

With Wu Zong, Ren Baogai and She Ping's witchcraft attacks were the most powerful.

Seeing that I was about to be overwhelmed by the colorful energy shock, I made no move.

The eyes of the thirteen candidates who were charging were filled with surprise, but the next moment, they understood why I didn't move.

Three green-faced, fanged, unrivaled first-level ghost kings suddenly appeared behind me.

One man and two women, both of whom are over 2.8 meters tall, are several times larger than a normal person. They are suspended three feet above the ground, with dark evil energy rising into the sky.

The male ghost king among them is actually Sima Yuan.

Sima Lizhai's second uncle.

When this guy was first sealed by me, because his physical body was destroyed, his soul level dropped to half a ghost king level.

Later, I controlled his soul.

What surprised me was that three days before the Xiaoxue solar term, Sima Yuan's soul recovered to the level of a ghost king after a long period of cultivation.

This was an unexpected gain.

And after he was promoted to the level of Ghost King, he realized a certain unique ghost technique on his own. Therefore, among the many Ghost Kings under my command, his strength can be ranked second.

Sima Yuan became my helping hand.

Counting him, I already have thirteen subordinates of the Ghost King under my command.

As for those purple-clothed ghost subordinates? They are rarely used now. After all, the challenges I face are becoming more and more intense. If they are not at the ghost king level, they are basically of no use.

The ghost king whose soul is controlled by the thread of his mind does not have to worry about betrayal. Therefore, all the ghost kings, including Sima Yuan, have received the teachings of the Three Talents Formation of Ghost Dao.

And I set the rules. If I leave this world one day, the ghost magic of Maoshan in the memory of the ghosts under my command will leave with me and will not remain in the memory. In this way, I will not worry about the secrets of the ghost gate.

The technique has been spread.

I made this setting on a whim, but for some reason, the setting was successful.

It seems that it meets the standard of invisibility in this world. In this case, I will certainly not be polite.

Let’s talk about now.

After sacrificing the three ghost kings, I ignored the surprised reactions of the sect master and elders, but locked my consciousness on the thirteen core disciples and ordered in a cold voice: "Knock them all down."

boom!

The three-headed ghost formation composed of Sima Yuan and other three-headed ghost kings moved.

Rotating like a disk, the ghost energy was everywhere, and in an instant the thirteen disciples who were frightened were covered within the attack range of the ghost energy.

She Ping, who was forced immediately, revealed the true form of the fifty or sixty meter long snake demon.

As for the other disciples, as long as they are non-human, they all show their true form.

For example, a certain male disciple appeared as a zombie with a height of 2.5 meters, while another female disciple, a half-step ghost king with green face and fangs, showed up.

There is no other way, under the pressure of the Ghost Dao Three Talents Formation formed by the Ghost King, who dares to hide his clumsiness?

It's a pity that no matter whether they use the forbidden magic amplitude or not, and no matter whether these guys use powerful magic weapons, everything is false in the face of absolute strength.

One effort will bring down ten!

All kinds of witchcraft, witchcraft, ghost magic, and corpse energy are all in vain in front of the Three Ghost Kings.

In just five breaths, all the magic tools and weapons of the thirteen core disciples were knocked away. Each one of them screamed and was knocked to the ground extremely unwillingly by the ghost kings.

Feeling the killing intent in my heart, the Ghost King struck hardest at She Ping and Ren Baogai.

Due to the face of the sect master and the elders, they did not take the lives of these two heinous scum on the spot. However, Ren Baogai's five limbs were interrupted, and She Ping's snake tail was torn off by the ghost claws, and after revealing his human form,

It was a tragic situation with limbs broken.

As for Wu Zong and the others? They were just trapped in the snow. Their internal organs were slightly displaced, but they were only slightly injured.

The ghost energy subsided, and the three ghost kings were suspended three feet above the ground, with disdain in their eyes.

For them, it is simply a piece of cake to deal with a mage who cannot reach the level of a land god.

What's more, with the blessing of the Three Talents Formation, basically, the opponent simply fell down before the three ghost kings could move their muscles. This was too unchallenging.

"Ah!"
Chapter completed!