The words showed that Leng Wusheng was hiding with the thunder, and his heart was anxious and angry, and he wanted to cut the poison into pieces. He felt that this guy was controlled by Liumingtan, so he felt relieved to let him guard him, but he didn't know what method to use to take off his body, so he could ignore his orders.

"The scattered cultivators are also a group of rats, rats who seek profit and avoid harm, and damn rats..."

The successive failures made his heart turbulent. An unexpected accident occurred in the Liuming Altar in Xicheng, which made him extremely shocked and angry. He was entangled by the heavenly thunder, which made him even more irritable. When the fifth heavenly thunder fell, he recognized him as the person who responded to the disaster. Don’t look at the heavenly thunder as a human. Once it was triggered, he would definitely lose "surplus" and make up for the "deficiency", unless the disaster clouds dissipated.

"The zodiac flame, endless scorching sea, and repaying the three lives and three lives of hatred, cleansing my heart, and slaughtering the spirit curse..."

He was in the center of the city and was already disturbed by the heavenly calamity. Two other magic weapons were damaged. Although they were all low-level magic weapons, it really made him feel distressed.

As Ling Yan, the poisonous spirit fire suddenly ignited violently in his Dharma body, and his brocade robe was automatically windless, and the scattered black hair also floated backwards. The poisonous spirit fire did not hurt him, but he saw his cheeks wrinkled, as if he was extremely painful.

It was soon after that, and the fifth heavenly thunder suddenly arrived, like a water snake rolling its huge body and falling down.

Leng Wusheng's eyes flashed with cold light, and suddenly formed a bottle seal. He turned slightly, and a white light came from his fingertips, which forced the sky thunder. Suddenly, the sky thunder collapsed silently. Leng Wusheng then spit out a mouthful of blood, controlled his Dharma body to fall to the ground, took out a bottle of Hundred Grass Pill from the storage bag, and immediately sat quietly to regulate his breathing. His face improved a little.

"Slaying Spirits" is a secret method of the Temple of Heaven's missionary mission. Its power is almost magical. It can mobilize all the cultivation of the Dharma body to one end and fight against the enemy with the strongest state of the body. Unfortunately, after blooming for a moment, it will be subject to a certain degree of backlash, and the enemy's moves determine the severity.

At this moment, the dark curtains above Jincheng suddenly collapsed inch by inch, and the turbid air scattered. It was about to condense but it had completely collapsed. This scene fell into Leng Wusheng's eyes, which suddenly made his heart frenzy again. His barely calmed down his mood was like a turbulent sea. A series of sorrow and thoughts flashed one after another. The cool eyes turned blood red, which was a sign of being possessed by the devil.

"No... it's definitely not... Who broke the Liuming Altar? I want you to be doomed and never regained... Yes, doomed and never regained, and the loss is so great, how can I communicate with the leader? How can I be worthy of my master... doomed and never regained..."

He was gradually crazy and began to speak incoherently. After a while, he saw his body leaping towards the turbid air layer. The turbid air was disintegrating inch and heading towards the face. You can imagine how much turbid air there was, and he was also a flesh and blood body, so how could he not be affected?

And at this time, he was seriously injured by thunder and his mind was also blurred. Otherwise, how could he seek death and break into this turbid air layer?

The body-protecting spiritual energy disintegrated in an instant, and it was a bit crazy. It was stained with turbid air and could not extricate itself. If he was awake at this time, he might transform himself into the Shura demon body.

But don’t forget that the catastrophe cloud has not dispersed, and there are still two thunders that have not yet descended. The catastrophe cloud seems to have a sense of Leng Wusheng’s madness, and suddenly a small thunder like a silver snake fell down, and Leng Wusheng’s heavenly spirit disappeared silently.

His expression was stunned, and only a trace of reason left him telling him that Daoji had been damaged by the thunder and seemed to be unharmed, but the thunder came towards him Daoji.

After the catastrophe cloud fell down the silver snake, it disappeared. After less than a moment, it suddenly saw dense black spots falling in the night sky. Leng Wusheng's only remaining reason told him to escape quickly!

But the Dharma body came up uncontrollably. When I got closer, I realized that they were all the demons of disaster, densely filled with "desireless devils", "desire evil demons", and accompanied by a small number of "mistresses of all wonderful appearance demons".

Since the thirty-three days after the cultivators of the outer realm have fallen into madness, they will descend to devour your Taoist foundation, cultivation, true spirit, and law body until they transform you into a catastrophe demon. All the catastrophe demons are controlled by the Spirit Demon Lord. They are the things that the cultivators in the True Realm hear about.

If Leng Wusheng made a turn and ran away on his face, at this time, the "Mysterious Demons" in his eyes were evolving into a celestial girl, like a banished immortal, making him unable to wait to pounce on him.

"The farce is over?"

Just like the sound of thunder, Leng Wusheng suddenly awakened, but he saw that there were thousands of demons in front of him, still like a celestial girl, but he had no trace of desire. He could wake up at the critical moment, and after the Dao Foundation was damaged, he was indeed worthy of his cultivation.

Just as I was about to escape, I sensed a panic light falling.

"Sky Thunder?"

Spiritual Awareness is much faster than vision, but the facts make his scalp explode, and he is shocked: "Sword Intention!"

This word became his last words. The panic light had already fallen, reflecting the dark sky. But when the sky was torn apart on both sides, I saw the real appearance of the panic light. It was a thunder but not thunder that stretched across the sky. Because its light was too strong, I couldn't see the specific color.

As Leng Wusheng fell from top to bottom, the demon of robbery was hard to escape, and they all turned into dust and dissipated. Before they could be finished, the thing that looked like thunder but not thunder continued to fall along the track. The turbid air scattered in the sky was melted clean by the high temperature like ice and snow. When the thunder dissipated, the turbid air in Jincheng had completely disappeared, leaving only a trace of it that was still floating in the low altitude, but it was no longer a weather.

Ji Xiuzhu and Shi Tai were fifty miles away from Jincheng, and they could barely sense movements, but this scene surprised the two of them and said, "Senior Gu (first seat)? How could he be here?"

Seeing that the disaster had dissipated, the two of them were together and they stretched out their bodies and headed towards Jincheng.

Zhenren Xianyun sensed the person who came to see the sword intent as early as the appearance of the sword. Looking at the clean scene, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's true that he has the style of Zhenren Gu."

After speaking, he also fell down and saw a figure suddenly appearing over Jincheng. He was wearing a mysterious black Taoist robe, who was about forty years old. At first glance, he looked ordinary, but his two sword eyebrows soared into the sky, as if they were full of heroic spirit. His black hair fell, and was blown by the breeze, and he was indescribable. He stood with his hands behind his back, stepping on a flying sword under his feet, his eyes had no other colors, and he looked faintly at Jincheng below.

Zhenren Xianyun stepped on Ruiyun and slowly greeted him. He came closer and cried a Taoist ceremony and said with a smile: "Xianyun has seen Zhenren Gu. After a long time of separation, the Zhenren style remains the same. I am afraid that the only family of Zhenren is the only one."

Master Gu is a legend in the real world. Almost no cultivator in the world doesn't know him. His name is Gu Qingyun. More than 4,000 years ago, he forced his way through the 49th tribulation, trying to break through the Pure Yang Pass and turn into the Pure Yang Sword Immortal of the Free World, but he didn't know why he failed.

He failed to survive the 49th Tribulation, but he still lived and lived very well, but his cultivation level dropped from the Grandmaster of Tribulation to the Longevity Realm, and then he rarely took action since then.

"Xianyun, you little devil are cursing me, saying that I don't know what you have?"

Gu Qingyun had known that he was here and turned his eyes lightly. He had been practicing Taoism for a long time and called him a little ghost. However, the True Realm is speaking with strength. Whoever has the power to control the power of speaking can control the right to speak. Therefore, those who have the ability to cultivate immortality and above are called real people. Unless they are of the same sect, they do not judge the level of seniority by their seniority.

Xianyun was not angry, but smiled bitterly: "Real person calmed down, Xianyun didn't know that the real person had come in person, and he had lost his mistakes and hoped to forgive his sins."

"This is so interesting. This place is not your Yuqing Sect's Smoky Rain Platform. Why do you think of yourself as your master? I ask you, can the filthy ghost king be found?"

Yanyutai is the main hall of the Yuqing Sect and Ceremony, and it is also a place to receive distinguished guests.

In the same age, Gu Qingyun did not give Xianyun any face. His domineering voices would be different from him if he had changed to a real person here.

Zhenren Xianyun was not angry at all. As he revealed the topic, he was about to answer, but his spiritual consciousness swept across Jincheng, but his heart suddenly burst into tears. He swept back and forth like he was disbelief, but his face became solemn.

The spiritual awareness of the Changsheng True Man has been advanced to become spiritual consciousness, breaking obstacles, realizing falsehood, and realizing truth, so that it can be used for spiritual awareness. Such cultivation as Nine Life makes the "Celestial Fox Fantasy Moon Law" almost have no effect.

"How could this be? I was still there before..."

Xianyun was slightly annoyed, and his family had attracted attention for the heavenly disaster and the abnormal movement of the turbid air, and they forgot all their original purpose. Without Gu Qingyun's reminder, he still didn't know that the filthy ghost king had transferred here at some point.

"Sacrificing so many mortals will lead to such a result? I have long said that your Yuqing Sect is too worried. No matter how much the Ghost King is, even if the Ghost King of the Underworld comes to Qingzhou, I will make it unable to eat it and take care of it..."

The Yuqing Sect planned to pass the Qi with Jianzhai. The sword master Li Daochun had no objection or agreement. Therefore, he had never sent anyone to help him, but Gu Qingyun came.

Gu Qingyun sneered, and saw Xianyun feeling quite ashamed, so he sneered again. After a while, he said, "Is the thing you have found "the filthy ghost king?" and still say that the old demon from the filthy abyss sneaked into Qingzhou thousands of miles to give birth to his clone? What are the benefits for him to eliminate the evil of our two sects?"

"Isn't you afraid that we will give up all our revenge? Can its nest stop us from joining forces?"

Xianyun coughed, covering up his embarrassment, and said timidly: "The real person thinks it is not a filthy ghost king, but what is it?"

Before Gu Qingyun could speak, at this moment, Shi Tai and Ji Xiuzhu came with Ji Sui Fengyunxi and Nine Life. When the idle clouds saw it, the auspicious clouds under him suddenly increased, forming a platform that could accommodate people. The cloud platform overlooking Jincheng was quite a sense of freedom.

"This monster?"

When Shi Tai saw Gu Qingyun, his face was solemn, he saluted the sword, and replied respectfully: "Disciple Shi Tai, I have seen the first seat of the good sect. The first seat of the good sect knows that this monster is a random cultivator, called Jiuming, and is from the raccoon clan."

Gu Qingyun nodded, but stopped paying attention. Jiuming suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Shi Tai was present and did not dare to flatter him.

Xianyun was busy recommending him and pointed at Ji Xiuzhu and others and said, "This is Ji Xiuzhu, Ji Suifeng brothers, and Yunxi, all of whom are of high quality in qualifications and nature. Our sect will need to see these people in the future."

He also pointed Gu Qingyun and said, "This is Gu Qingyun, the true man Gu, who has forcibly survived the 49th level of disaster and will never die. The true man's name should be well-known."
Chapter completed!