Chapter 67

"Uh!"

Like a fierce ghost howling, like a bitter soul howling, the table Junting roared ferociously, and the broken blood hole in her chest was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Zhuo Wenbin, who had originally attacked her, was blown out by its blooming blood light.

Buzz!

The void surged, the ripples spread, and ye Xuan suddenly appeared, which also changed the old ghost's face. The steps under his feet regressed, and there was a look of panic in his eyes.

"Kill!"

She was insidious, resentful and roaring. Table Junting's eyes were red and her face was extremely ferocious. When she stepped out, she suddenly appeared in front of Zhuo Wenbin. When her hands poked out, ten bloody nails extended and directly tore Zhuo Wenbin into pieces.

"This... What is this?" Looking at the terrible appearance of Jun Ting at the table, the ghost was shocked and exclaimed.

"My good niece, I have become a half ghost and an immortal existence. You can't kill me."

The ghost shadow is graceful and the Yin Qi regenerates. Zhuo Wenbin's body condenses out. Obviously, the attack on table Junting has not brought him any harm.

"Blood soul Dharma!"

The blood light was chaotic and angry. A pile of extremely mysterious scriptures suddenly appeared in the mind of table Junting. Although she couldn't understand it, she seemed to have a feeling. She knew what method to use to really kill Zhuo Wenbin, which also made her roar directly. The whole person turned into a blood light and swallowed Zhuo Wenbin in an instant.

"Ah!"

In the terrible blood light, Zhuo Wenbin was frightened to find that the half ghost body he had just gathered was disappearing rapidly. This shock made him feel the fear of death.

"I... I'm immortal... Ghosts... Ghosts always save me..."

Zhuo Wenbin howled bitterly. His voice became weaker and weaker. He was directly and completely swallowed up by the blood light, and he didn't even have any residue left.

Bang!

When the blood light passed away, the body of table Junting appeared, but her face was extremely pale, and she was weak and panting, but her open and closed eyes had an unspeakable hatred.

"No... impossible... Impossible..."

"He is a half ghost, but an immortal existence. How can he be killed?" The old ghost's voice trembled, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

"Immortal?"

Ye Xuan looked contemptuous, and his voice said calmly, "don't say a small half ghost body. Even if it is a legendary immortal God, you don't dare to say that you are an immortal existence."

"You mortals are really stupid."

As ye Xuan's voice came to his ears, the ghost old man suddenly woke up and suddenly looked at Ye Xuan. The steps under his feet fell back, and his eyes showed an extremely frightened color. He said, "you... Who are you?"

No wonder the ghost is so afraid of Ye Xuan. He can save a dying person and give the other party such strange power. If ye Xuan is an ancient martial artist, it is impossible. But if ye Xuan is a monk, his means are very different.

Now!

Ye Xuan was very calm, but his momentum was very thick, just like a mountain oppressing the ghost old man's heart.

"I give you two choices, one is to decide on it, the other is to be killed by me." Ye Xuan said in a low voice.

With the mountain like pressure and the feeling of death invasion, the ghost has lived for decades. His vision is extremely poisonous. How can he not see that ye Xuan is not just talking, but really has the idea to kill him in his heart.

"Mr. Ye, it's just the saying to stay on the front line and meet you in the future. Although I don't know who you are, I'm a disciple of Longhu Mountain. If I die at your hands today, Longhu Mountain will not let you go in the future." Ghost old color is fierce inside stubble way.

"Kill him!"

Ye Xuan whispered softly and didn't even have any nonsense, while the table Jun Ting smiled ferociously, turned into a blood shadow again, and devoured the man violently.

"Soul killing curse!"

Ye Xuan said that when he turned his face, he turned his face, which directly changed the ghost's face. He quickly pinched the law and made a decision. A dark light bloomed from his hands and quickly photographed the table Junting.

"Er!"

Yin light invaded the body and immediately hit table Junting. The blood light around her was slightly illusory. Obviously, table Junting suffered some trauma under the magic of ghost old.

"Huh?"

"It's a little interesting."

Seeing the art in the ghost's hand, ye Xuan's eyes lit up and crossed the color of playfulness in his eyes.

If ye Xuan is right, this person's technique is the ghost art, but this technique is extremely low-end, it doesn't flow at all, and ye Xuan doesn't look at it.

What really surprised Ye Xuan was that even if it was a non-standard technique, it also needed to be inspired by aura, which was also a symbol of stepping into the cultivation of immortality. But from the ghost old man, ye Xuan didn't feel the slightest aura, and it really surprised Ye Xuan that he could use the ghost technique without aura support.

"Step back."

Under Ye Xuan's greeting, table Junting took a vicious look at the old ghost and didn't give it a shot directly.

But this situation is not what ghost always wants to see. He would rather fight with table Junting than face Ye Xuan. As an abandoned disciple of Longhu Mountain, although his cultivation is not high, he feels extremely sharp. If ye Xuan makes a move, he will never be spared.

"Mr. Ye, don't force me."

Looking at Ye Xuan walking towards himself, the old ghost kept retreating, with a golden bell in his hand and a desperate look in his eyes.

Boom!

One step out, the void burst. In the frightened eyes of the ghost old man, ye Xuan already appeared in front of him. Before he shook the golden bell, ye Xuan's crystal like jade palm had been pressed on his spirit.

"Let me see why you can use the ghost art without any aura in your body."

"Soul searching!"

Ye Xuan's eyes burst into strange blood light, which immediately made the ghost old man's eyes dull, as if he had lost his soul and turned into a walking corpse.

Ten minutes later, when the blood light in Ye Xuan's eyes dissipated and his palm was taken away from the ghost, he saw that this person was like a pool of mud soft to the ground, and his lax eyes proved that this person had died and could not die again.

The death of old ghost didn't make ye Xuan's mind fluctuate at all, but there was a look of admiration in his eyes.

As the name suggests, soul searching and soul snatching is an extremely vicious secret technique. It can not only read the memory of the ghost old man, but also annihilate the ghost old man's soul when this technique is performed. There will be no chance of reincarnation.

From the ghost old man's memory, ye Xuan finally understood why the other party was not an immortal, but could use the ghost art.

Longhu Mountain, the holy land of Taoism, was a real immortal in the distant past.

Guilao's real name is Liu Qi. Guilao is just his pseudonym. He was originally a disciple of Longhu Mountain. He was chased and killed by Longhu Mountain because he stole the true solution of the nether world. Only then did he hide in Jiangnan City.

And that's not the point!