Zhenren Ming suddenly activated his magic power and poured it into the Netherworld Sword in his hand.

This spiritual treasure-level sword immediately shone green. As a sharp sword light slashed out, countless ghosts flew out from the blade and turned into ferocious ghost faces, rushing towards Li Muran with the sound of ghost crying.

The white bone puppet raised a bone arm to block the sword light. With a "puff" sound, the sword light dissipated, and there was no even a shallow knife mark on the bone arm of the white bone puppet.

The bone puppet's bone arm swung, and the bone arm suddenly extended to dozens of feet long, with a huge bone claw spreading, and grabbed Zhenren Ming.

Those ghosts were good at devouring flesh and blood and the spirit of cultivators, but they had no way to use this white bone puppet. The white bone puppet easily broke through the encirclement of countless ghosts, and in the blink of an eye, the Bone Claw grabbed several feet in front of Ming Zhenren.

Zhenren Ming was shocked. He swung the Nether Ghost Sword in his hand continuously, but he could not cut off the bone arm at all, or even forced him back.

Bone claw grabbed Ming Zhenren with one hand and pinched him hard

Zhenren Ming's body immediately turned into a blood mist and burst out, but the next moment, his figure appeared again on a ghost, and it seemed that he had not been affected much, but was just a look of horror.

"The ghost shadow escape technique is quite brilliant." The young monk snorted coldly, then waved his sleeves, and a ray of light flashed, and two seven-color moths flew out from it.

The two moths flapped their wings gently, and immediately a large number of seven-colored spiritual flames surged out, igniting the surrounding void, forming a surging sea of ​​fire in an instant.

A large number of ghosts were swept into the sea of ​​fire, and then immediately turned into wisps of blue smoke and disappeared.

Zhenren Ming was shocked and quickly changed his magic trick. The remaining ghosts spit green ghost fires, gathering into a large-scale ghost fire, facing the seven-colored sea of ​​fire that was cast by the seven-flame moths.

As soon as the two flames came into contact, the ghost fire was immediately swallowed, unable to stop the spread of the seven-colored sea of ​​fire.

In a moment, the seven-colored sea of ​​fire broke through the encirclement of countless ghosts and swept towards Ming Zhenren. As soon as the ghosts around them were exposed to the seven-colored spirit flames, they immediately turned into a wisp of blue smoke and were completely burned between heaven and earth.

"What a domineering flame magical power." Zhenren Ming's face changed drastically, and his heart sank.

A white bone puppet with the late-stage strength of the true body has already restrained his sword magical powers, which makes him very difficult; coupled with this terrifying seven-colored spiritual flame, Zhenren Ming is even more difficult to resist.

After all, Zhenren Ming was a great monk in the late stage of the True Body stage and acted very decisively. Just as the seven-colored sea of ​​fire was about to surround him, he suddenly shouted loudly, and his body turned into more than a hundred black air and shot towards him.

The young monk sneered, then closed his eyes.

At the same time, a small crack suddenly broke in the middle of the young monk's eyebrows, and a black divine eye appeared and a dark gaze shot out.

Under the eyes, everything around him fell into boundless darkness, and this space was temporarily sealed. More than a hundred black auras transformed by Zhen Zhen were fixed in this dark space.

Although the divine eyes only lasted for a moment, it was this delay that the seven-colored sea of ​​fire had trapped the more than a hundred black auras transformed by Zhenren Ming, without leaving a single one.

With the light sound of "Puff", these black gases immediately dissipated and disappeared when they encountered the sea of ​​fire. Only one black gas might not have been swallowed up immediately, and the figure of Zhenren Ming also emerged on this black gas.

Zhenren Ming's face was ashes. He could not escape from the heavenly world even if he used the magic method of disintegrating the demon. Now his aura is very weak, and he is even more inauspicious.

Through the sea of ​​fire, Zhenren Ming saw the cold eyes of the young monk. He knew that begging for mercy was useless, so he had to activate his true energy with all his strength and use the Nether Ghost Fire that made him famous to resist the surrounding seven-colored sea of ​​fire.

The two seven-colored moths opened their mouths and sprayed them, and each had a seven-colored glow that penetrated into the seven-colored spiritual flames, which immediately made the seven-colored sea of ​​fire more vigorously.

In addition to being shocked, Master Ming injected all his remaining magic power into the Netherworld Ghost Sword. The Ghost Sword immediately turned into a green light, rushed out of the sea of ​​fire like lightning, and slashed at the young monk.

His approach seemed to be to die together.

However, just as the Netherworld Ghost Sword was about to be cut on the young man, a bone-shaped arm suddenly stretched out from the side, and actually grabbed the Netherworld Ghost Sword with one hand.

The Netherworld Ghost Sword struggled hard in the bone claws, making a buzzing and wailing sound, but it could not break free from the bone claws.

Although the Netherworld Ghost Sword failed to kill the middle-aged and young monks, the strong wind mixed with it shattered the young monk's body protection light and directly slashed the young monks.

Although this strong wind was just the remaining power accompanied by the full force of the sword, its power was also extremely terrifying, enough to break the mountain and crack the earth. However, a faint golden light suddenly appeared on the surface of the young monk's body, and a layer of fine golden unicorn suddenly appeared on his body. This strong wind was blocked by the golden unicorn, and it was blown through the young monk like a breeze blowing his face, unable to hurt him at all.

Seeing this scene, Zhenren Ming felt cold in his heart and had no other thoughts.

The seven-colored sea of ​​fire spread to the side of Zhenren Ming. The demonic light of Zhenren Ming's body protection was swallowed by the seven-colored sea of ​​fire like a paper. Then, Zhenren Ming's body was also stained with some seven-colored spirit flames.

As soon as the seven-colored spiritual flame touched Zhenren Ming, it immediately burned very quickly and spread. In an instant, Zhenren Ming was swallowed by the sea of ​​fire.

The body of a dignified late-stage monk was ruthlessly swallowed by the sea of ​​fire and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

After the body of Zhenren Ming was burned, a green soul shrank in its original place.

With this soul alone, as long as you touch the seven-colored sea of ​​fire, you will definitely be the end of your soul scattered.

But at this moment, the sea of ​​fire suddenly stopped and no longer surged forward.

The young monk said coldly: "I heard that the souls of millions of mortals in Liangzhou City have taken away some of them and refined them into the Netherworld Ghost Sword. Today I will let you taste the taste of being swallowed by these ghosts one by one."

As he said that, the young monk stretched out his finger and bounced a beam of light into the Netherworld Ghost Sword. The blade trembled violently, and at the same time, many ghosts flew out of it.

These ghosts were forced by the surrounding seven-colored sea of ​​fire, and gradually leaned towards the soul of Ming Zhenren in the center of the sea of ​​fire.

Zhenren Ming was shocked, and he had seen the pain of ghosts backfire many times in the classics, which was what he was most afraid of.

"Puff" several seals penetrated into the soul of Zhenren Ming, leaving him without magic power and unable to even self-destruct the soul.

Those ghosts that had lost control flew to the soul of Zhenren Ming, and immediately opened their bloody mouths and bit the soul of Zhenren Ming crazy.

The cry of pain came from the soul of Zhenren Ming, but the cry became weaker and weaker and disappeared completely soon.

After one stick of incense, Zhenren Ming's soul was completely torn and swallowed by the ghosts around him. This once prominent late-stage demon, finally destroyed both body and spirit.

The young monk sighed lightly, and a seven-colored sea of ​​fire rolled up, burning all the ghosts around him into blue smoke.

The sea of ​​fire rushed to the high altitude and immediately burned the hall through. The cave ban outside the hall was immediately penetrated by flames, revealing the starry night sky.

The young monk put away the bone puppet and the seven-flame moth, flashed and sank into the night sky.

The monks of the Netherworld Sect around the cave saw the figure soaring into the sky, but immediately disappeared without a trace and could not be pursued.

In fact, even if they can really catch up, who among them dares to chase and kill?

When an elder surnamed Liu from the early stage of the Netherworld Sect saw this scene, he was frightened and did not dare to fly high into the sky but checked the traces of the figure.

"Elder Liu, the sect leader's natal soul lamp has also been extinguished." A monk from the Dharma Realm sighed and said to Elder Liu.

Elder Liu felt a chill in his heart. He looked at the night sky and murmured: "Who is this? In one night, he destroyed two senior elders in the middle stage of the true body and the leader of the late stage of the true body in this sect, and then used his strength to leave such supernatural powers. Wouldn't it be unrivaled in the world?"

"Do we need to notify other demon sects immediately?" asked the Dharma-Second Cultivator.

"It must be absolutely confidential at this time." Elder Liu pondered for a moment and said: "If other sects know that this sect lost three masters overnight, the status of this sect will be lost. We will also face the threat of being annexed by other demon sects and killing us. When we take sufficient precautions, even if this matter spreads, we will not face the disaster of extermination immediately."

"But, what if that person goes back, how should we deal with it?" The monk from the Dharma-Second asked worriedly.

"Hmph, if that man wants to kill you, can you still survive until now?" Elder Liu said coldly: "Since he has left, he just doesn't want to kill me, so you don't have to worry."

"Yes" the expression of the monk in the Dharma-Second Period relaxed slightly.

One month later, the great power of Zhongtu, Tianjiemen, one of the five major demon sects.

The cave palace of the Demon Cave, which is usually strictly prohibited, is now open and no one is guarding it.

In the dark night, a faint figure flew here, looked at the cave door intently, and sneered.

"It seems that they have expected that I will come." The figure simply removed the hidden art. His figure revealed himself and turned into a young monk, which was Li Muran.

Li Muran walked into the cave openly, and the divine thoughts he released immediately sensed several powerful auras.

Li Muran was stunned, but his figure did not stop and still flew into the hall ahead.

In the hall, five demon cultivators sat here. After Li Muran entered this place, they stood up at the same time. One of the gray-haired old men bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist Li, it's you."
Chapter completed!