For a moment, Lang Yifei took a breath of air, and was glad that fortunately he and the old ghost were not enemies. Otherwise, having such an enemy would have been a headache. It was elusive and impossible to guard against. He didn't know what was going on, but a monk was wiped out completely, and there was not even a slag left.

A monk died here for no reason. Logically speaking, no one would notice that so many monks here disappeared for no reason.

Although the old ghost did nothing, don’t forget that there are more than one monks who are guarding here, and there are five monks of the same realm.

They took everything the old ghost did and immediately flew over and scolded, "Who are you and why are you attacking us? If you don't give me an explanation, don't want to leave here."

Seeing that the old ghost had acted sharply and vigorously, he was not dragging his hands at all, and his methods were cruel and cruel, so he was not easy to mess with. Therefore, he did not take action directly. Instead, one of them spoke first to drag them down, and the remaining one sent a message to other monks and asked them to come and support him.

When the old ghost heard this, he looked at Lang Yifei. Although they had not known each other for a long time, the meaning in the old ghost's eyes, Lang Yifei understood it in seconds, and immediately shouted angrily: "Tell me, let me die..."

As soon as Lang Yifei finished speaking, he aimed at someone and poked him directly with a spear.

Seeing this, the old ghost laughed and cursed, "Good guy, he is even more rude than me. Grandma, how can I lose to you?"

After saying that, the old ghost aimed at the remaining one and immediately shouted: "Today I want to see who can leave, hum, the soul transformation method..."

Lang Yifei held the Sky-Devouring Soul-Splitting Spear and poked the monk's lower body. The monk had never encountered such a fighting style. He was in a hurry to face Lang Yifei's attack.

However, he was in a hurry, but Lang Yifei was very awake. He exerted force on his hand and saw a silver light flashing on the tip of the Sky-Devouring Soul-Splitting Spear, which was pointed out by him.

The monk felt the dazzling light in front of him, subconsciously closed his eyes, and his figure quickly retreated.

"I want to run away? It's not that easy!" Lang Yifei sneered when he saw this, and his body turned into a stream of light and chased after him.

The sky-devouring soul-splitting spear suddenly pierced the monk and picked him up. Then he raised his palm and slapped the monk in the chest.

Then with a long spear, the monk was thrown to the ground by him from the air.

Then he looked at the old ghost and saw that the old ghost had not finished the battle, he couldn't help but laugh at him, "I said, Brother Ghost, you're too slow, do you need help?"

"I'll go, you dare to laugh at me, look at you behind you, two more monks come, don't cry at that time..."

When the old ghost heard this, his face changed, he cursed angrily, exerted force on his hand, and saw a dark light flowing in his hand. This time it was not the soul transformation technique, but the ghost shadow whip.

After all, the attack distance of the Soul Transformation Technique is limited, and the attack can only be maximized when it is close.

The monk was at least five feet away from him at this time, and the monk didn't fight with him at all. He was running desperately. The old ghost was so angry that he was angry that he was furious.

Immediately used the ghost shadow whip, and saw a black shadow emitted from his palm. The black shadow suddenly appeared, like a stream of light, and it was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, I chased after him.

Seeing this, the monk wanted to fight back, but the black shadow did not attack him, but wrapped around him.

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The monk suddenly felt a powerful pulling force and his body approached the old ghost uncontrollably.

Seeing this, the old ghost shook his figure and the dark light in his palm flowed. He used the Great Soul Transformation Technique. Before he could attack the monk, he made a hissing sound in his chapter.

"No!" Seeing this, wasn't this move the old ghost killed his fellow practitioners just now?

Thinking of his fellow practitioners' miserable situation, the monk shouted unwillingly.

Listening to the heart-wrenching roar of the monk, the old ghost shivered and got goosebumps all over his body.

Even so, he was not ruthless and printed his palm on the monk's chest.

In an instant, the erosion power of the Soul Transformation Technique turned the monk into a pool of blood and sprinkled from the air.

At the same time, Lang Yifei also fought with the two monks who came to hear the news.

However, facing two cultivators of the same level, Lang Yifei was obviously a little difficult to deal with.

These two monks were different from before. Lang Yifei made a quick move before, and the monk had never encountered such a fighting style as him, so he was killed by him without any mistakes.

However, these two monks came prepared and cooperated tacitly, so they did not give him any chance. They surrounded him tightly and kept a very close distance from him.

As the saying goes, one inch long and one inch stronger, but this is not absolute. If he is far away from these two monks, he can still not be inferior to the clan by relying on the advantage of the spear. But now these two monks have obviously seen through his thoughts and will not give him a chance at all.

At such a close distance, his Sky-Devouring Soul-Splitting Spear could not exert its power at all.

"Damn it, retreat..." Faced with the attacks of the two, Lang Yifei placed the spear over his head and blocked the swords of the two, and suddenly pushed forward with force.

Naturally, the two of them would not be pushed away by him. They both exerted force on their hands, and under the pressure of Mount Tai, they were about to change the battlefield from the air to the ground.

It seemed that after seeing through the two of them, Lang Yifei naturally would not fly backwards as they wanted with their attacks.

The two were stunned, and one of them said, "Good guy, you react very quickly. Tell me what you meant. I can't kill you."

While speaking, the two of them did not pause, but chased after them.

"Sweeping thousands of troops..." Lang Yifei did not answer them, but swept the thousands of troops with one move. He saw gun shadows dancing and suddenly turned into whirlwinds to attack the two of them.

"Hmph, the trick of the devil, scatter..." Seeing this, another monk suddenly withdrew his sword and fisted. The fist wind whirled, and defeated Lang Yifei's whirlwind with one punch.

Lang Yifei was shocked. Facing the two people with tacit understanding of the color scheme, he did not dare to be careless at all. He glanced at the old ghost and found that the battle had ended. He was smiling happily on the side to see his embarrassed look.

He couldn't help but curse, "Okay, you old ghost, if you want to collect the body for me, you'll be gloating there, but I will definitely pull you up before I die."

"Damn, if you don't take you like this, just let me tell you straight away if you ask me to help you. Why is it so scary? I'm so scared!"

The old ghost laughed and scolded when he heard this. Although he was talking, his figure did not stop. Just as he finished speaking, he came to the two monks.

A whirlwind immediately fired and separated the two monks.

"Are you a ghost cultivator? What a ghost dragon dance, Haoranzheng

The genius is invincible…”

The old ghost separated the two of them and was one with Lang Yifei. The pressure on Lang Yifei's side was greatly reduced in an instant. The spear danced, and the silver light shone under each move. With the help of Lao Gui, it was a proud and the salted fish turned over.

The monk who fought against the old ghost obviously recognized the old ghost's identity. He turned out to be a Confucian monk. Now the old ghost is so good.

On one side is the gloomy ghost energy, on the other side is the righteous energy of heaven and earth. Both have been mortal enemies since ancient times.

For a moment, the two of them had incompatible skills, and it depends on who could survive to the end. However, Lang Yifei swung his vile move and stabbed the enemy's chest with a shot. Then he exerted force in his hand, and the sky-devouring soul-splitting spear flashed brightly.

With a bang, the Sky-Devouring Soul-Splitting Spear exploded in the cultivator's body. The cultivator didn't even have time to scream and was blown to pieces.

For a moment, flesh and blood flew everywhere. Lang Yifei was caught off guard and was shot in his face by blood, in an extremely embarrassed manner.

Although he was embarrassed, compared to Lao Gui, he was a little better. He couldn't help but provoke: "Old Gui, do you need help?"

Hearing the ridicule in Lang Yifei's words, the old ghost was hit by the Confucian monk's righteous energy, and a wisp of black smoke instantly emerged from his body.

Not to mention how frustrated I was in my heart, I immediately cursed: "Stop talking nonsense, this person is incompatible with my martial arts, why don't you come and help me quickly."

"Ha ha!"

Lang Yifei laughed loudly, instead of continuing to speak, but expressed his answer with his actions.

With Lang Yifei's joining, the pressure of the Confucian monk increased suddenly. After looking around, he was isolated and helpless. He shouted loudly for a moment, and instantly shot a thunder in his palm, trying to make the noise here bigger.

Only in this way can he attract more people, and only in this way can he have a chance to survive.

Otherwise, facing the old ghost's ghost skills and Lang Yifei's monster attack, he would have been required to punish his life here after a long time.

If he had known this, he wouldn't have come here at all.

Unfortunately, he had known it before he could not buy a fortune, so he had no chance.

Seeing his thoughts, Lao Gui and Lang Yifei looked at each other and launched a final fierce attack. In their opinion, the movement here would inevitably lead others to come. They must kill this person before others come and hide it. Otherwise, with the strength of the two of them, it would be impossible to shake the army of monks brought by Ouyang Peng.

The use of the Ghost Shadow Whip and the Soul Transformation Method has been very successful every time. Lang Yifei saw the opportunity and made a move to Pojun, and suddenly stabbed out the Sky-Devouring Soul-Splitting Spear in his hand.

The Confucian monk was unable to resist the joint attack of the two and died with hatred.

Just as the Confucian monk died, more than a dozen lights escaped from a distance. The old ghost and Lang Yifei looked at each other and immediately flashed away and hid in the void.

"Where are people? Why can't people be seen?" One of the monks said with a puzzled expression.

"There are still traces of battle here. It seems that it has just ended and its aura is strong, so they must have not gone far." Another monk said.

"Since there is no one, should we go back? Report to Mr. Ouyang at this time and let him deal with it?"
Chapter completed!