The fierce fighting spirit of the human monks was suddenly raised to a high point.

"Xu, how dare you interfere with the training of the disciples of the Ghost Palace? Do you think that the Duye Ghost Palace is not as good as the Yuanshi Sword Pavilion!"

At the same time, a darker and colder thought was conveyed in the black mist.

"When did you see me touching the kid?"

Rolling his eyes, Xu Wujiu pointed at Gui Wu and said, "But if I stop you, I won't violate the rules of the Ghost Palace."

Perhaps because he felt his tone was a little soft, he immediately added with a sneer:

"Everyone in the Jiang Pavilion can do nothing about me. Even if all the palace masters from the Ghost Palace are here, what do they have to fear!"

When Chen Ping below saw this, he couldn't help but feel wildly in his heart. How long had it been, and he still didn't forget to show off.

"Old Xu, you have to thank your old friend who brokered the deal for you, otherwise Spiritual Venerable Fancang alone would be enough to cut off your body!"

The huge ghost spirit is ridiculing constantly.

"Fancang Spirit Master?"

Chen Ping was slightly startled, almost subconsciously thinking that Mu Laogui was calling him.

But immediately his expression fell, and Zhenjun Chongtian Long sent a message: "Where did Fan Cang Spirit Master come from?"

Not long after, the experienced Tianlong responded with a message.

There are only a few crosses, and it is obvious that he knows very little about the transformed god.

"The deputy master of the Sword Pavilion."

Chen Ping's eyes flashed.

This person possesses an extremely powerful sword body. After the master of the pavilion passed away, he became the first god of the sword pavilion.

As for why a monk born and raised in the Central Sea Region took the title of Fan Cang Dao, the reason is unknown.

"Zhenren Haichang, Zhenjun Yuanyan, Spiritual Lord Fancang..."

Chen Ping felt as if his bones were stuck in his throat when he thought that one of his carefully selected realm numbers was occupied by a "blocker".

And Mu Laogui ridiculed him in front of Wan Xiu, which made Xu Wujiu's face instantly turn cold.

"The secret place on the Heavenly Beast Island..."

Xu Wujiu moved his lips, and the two of them exchanged thoughts quickly.

"Yeah?"

After pondering for a while, the fog around Mu Laogui exploded, and a piece of lighter gray gas separated.

After crying like a ghost and howling like a wolf, he transformed into a handsome male cultivator, who was exactly the immortal face of Tuoba Qian.

"Boy Chen!"

Xu Wujiu ordered to Chen Ping on the spirit ship.

"senior."

Chen Ping did not dare to delay and flew close alone.

The man and the ghost were clearly discussing something, and the tense atmosphere before had dissipated.

"Do you want to cooperate with Mu Laogui and be the mastermind behind the scenes?"

Xu Wujiu blinked and said in an erratic tone.

"As long as the two seniors like it, the junior will be furious and have no complaints at all!"

Chen Ping said without hesitation, bowed to Gui Wu, and said respectfully: "Young man, Chen Ping has met Senior Mu."

"Mulao Gui, look, this is the magnanimity of my human monk!"

Xu Wujiu glanced at Tuoba Qian, who didn't understand etiquette, and said sarcastically.

"The people who are the best at pretending are the humans."

The old voice in the ghost mist snorted and said to Tuoba: "Useless thing, I specially chose a remote sea area for you to practice, but you couldn't win it for a long time, and you were even surrounded and suppressed back to your lair."

"Palace Master, this disciple is guilty."

Tuoba Qian was unable to quibble after Chen Ping was swept away.

God knows how unlucky he is!

In the mainland of Yuanyan Islands, no one has even taken the step of becoming a god in tens of thousands of years.

As soon as he came to practice, he met Chen Ping, who was like a freak.

After hundreds of years of growth and half-step of becoming a god, he suspected that the god-forming forces in the Central Sea were behind it.

"My palace master has discussed with fellow Taoist Xu, and you two will have a one-on-one fight."

Mu Laogui said coldly.

"Disciple, obey."

Tuoba Qian was not only not afraid, but also a little happy.

"The loser will be annihilated from top to bottom in ashes!"

After sweeping away all the creatures in the room, Xu Wujiu said lightly:

"Boy Chen, do you dare!"

These words echoed in the abyss, not only the Yin spirits and zombies, but also the human monks could not help but feel terrified.

Liang Yingzhuo, Ke Yi, Bu Ningmei, Gu Zuiwei, Liu Yuze, Tianlong and other Nascent Souls all looked at the man.

Their lives were taken away by others, and they were angry, but after the anger, they were extremely sad.

Gazes passed across Chen Ping's body, looking forward to, despairing, believing, and wondering...

"Tuoba Qian!"

Chen Pingping pointed with an expressionless expression and said in an indifferent tone:

"Mystical power is a killing technique. It not only differentiates between superior and inferior, but also determines life and death!"

"Boom!"

As soon as these words were spoken, strange waves surged away one after another. Tuoba Qian's consciousness was severely shaken, and he immediately fell into a rotating quagmire.

He had come into contact with people who overestimated their abilities, but this was the first time he saw a ghost.

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Chapter completed!