The point that Lu Chen was aimed at was not Ning Wuya himself, but an arrow suddenly shot out of the figure in a hurry.

The arrow is not something else, it is the feather crossbow that comes from his own hands.

Only one person has the Yusha Crossbow, that is, Ning Wuya.

Lu Chen looked carefully and saw that the one who was killed and fled was Ning Wuya himself?

In this way, Lu Chen could not ignore it. Although Ning Wuya is a true immortal and does not belong to the Netherworld camp, Lu Chen could not sit idly from the friendship between the two.

"Peng!"

The situation changed very quickly, Ning Wuya ran in front with a woman with a pretty good-looking woman with a messy hair while running away. The second-level master of the true immortal and three ninth-level immortals behind were soon killed by four ghost kings who were catching up.

Only Ning Wuya and the woman were left, and were surrounded by several ghost masters who were catching up.

The monks in the underworld did not take action immediately, and looked at the woman's thoughts with a silver smile.

"Hehe, I escaped quite quickly. The man has been waiting in the battlefield for more than a year. I haven't been close to the woman for a long time. I've been a little girl. I'll spare you if you've been a man." The person who spoke made Lu Chen smile bitterly. He met an acquaintance today, but Ning Wuya was the only one. The speaker was wearing the Taoist robe of the Qianggui Sect. Lu Chen thought about it and immediately searched from his memory to see several monks who had seen him as a joke outside the battlefield and followed Kong Le.

Two Level 3 Ghost Kings and two Level 2, one of them was seriously injured, but it was not serious. At this moment, the three of them were looking at the woman who was being protected by Ning Wuya and were drooling.

Hiding in the dark, Lu Chen heard Ning Wuya stop the woman who was only a level nine immortal behind him to protect him, and gritted his teeth and said in grief: "I can't imagine that the scum of the underworld can succeed."

"Damn, what are you? Get out of here..." One of the second-level ghost kings summoned hundreds of ghosts and thousands of souls, whistled and rushed over, and his palm was full of yin energy.

Ning Wuya shook off the magic weapon short crossbow without arrows, pulled out a low-grade high-level flying sword and came forward without fear of death.

"boom!"

The palms and swords collided, and Ning Wuya vomited blood and flew backwards. The woman ran over and helped Ning Wuya who fell to the ground with a sad cry: "Wuya, how are you?"

Ning Wuya coughed a few mouthfuls of blood, and grabbed the woman's little hand tightly with guilt and said, "Xiaoyu, I failed you, I don't have the ability to protect you."

"No, Wuya, Yu'er has been following you for the kindness of God. I don't regret it. We will die together." The woman named Xiaoyu cried bitterly, but she was unable to do so at this moment, so she could only wait for death.

"Oh, I have a love and a lot of intentions. The man is moved. Haha, Fourth Senior Brother, this kid and Xiao Niangpi are actually Taoist couples. If he was asked to watch us and Xiao Niangpi, it would be very interesting." The second-level ghost king smiled in a silence.

Several monks who moved to the Ghost Sect also laughed. The fourth senior brother was a master of the third-level ghost king. He nodded and said, "Good idea, hehe."

"You... are shameless..." Ning Wuya and Xiaoyu's expressions suddenly changed when they heard this, and their two faces with heavy anger turned into ashes in an instant.

"Wuya, we will see you again in the next life." Xiaoyu was so strong that she could not escape the disaster. She lifted the flying sword and was about to wipe her neck.

But the second-level ghost king was already prepared, his body turned into mist and quickly rushed to Xiaoyu, raised his finger and shook the flying sword, and pushed the two apart with a nipple.

Then someone stepped forward and held Ning Wuya who was about to fight to the death. The other two stepped on Xiaoyu and said to the fourth senior brother: "Senior brother, you come first."

"Shameless, vulgar, you must die a bad death..." Ning Wuya struggled desperately, but the two of them had higher cultivation than him, and they could not break free from their devil claws no matter what.

The fourth senior brother smiled and began to untidy his clothes, peeling his clothes layer by layer. In his opinion, Ning Wuya and Xiaoyu were not threatened at all, and all the robes and armor were retreated.

Lu Chenhen, who was hiding in the jade tiles, turned red, and he wiped the corners of his lips and showed a ferocious expression: "Bastard, this is your own death."

With a cold shout, Lu Chen suddenly drilled out of the jade tiles, and sent a message to Jin Xiu blocked the other two people's way, while he himself slapped Luo's throat in a quiet voice.

Bend the bow and arrow, and complete it in one go, and the mana is madly poured on the feathered arrows that are only lower-level middle-level.

This arrow is different from the feather crossbow in Ning Wuya's hand. It was refined in the late stage. Although it is only at the lower level, the Nanqi Dasheng technique has reached the changes in the secret of heaven. With Luohu's almost abnormal explosive power, before the arrow has taken action, a low buzzing sound came from the forest. Then, a little light green flare gradually magnified a hundred meters away from the right hand of the fourth senior brother.

"Swoosh..."

Without saying anything, the feather evil arrows came out, and the shaking tail feathers of the arrows split the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth, making a harsh buzzing sound.

The four masters of the Ghost Sect who moved to the Ghost Sect just noticed something wrong, and saw the fourth senior brother who was half naked not even screaming, and were directly bombarded by Yusha to blood rain.

The pungent smell of blood immediately covered the forest for hundreds of meters in a radius... Lu Chen also escaped from behind the tree. With his strange body technique, the dragon soul sword was held in his right hand, and his left hand secretly buckled the thunder and was ready to go. He took a few steps to kill another level 3 ghost king.

"Die..."

"Clang...clang...clang..."

The violent sword rays sounded instantly, and the ghost king had a level three level. In terms of strength, it was not weaker than Lu Chen, but Lu Chen had the Nine Evil Yuanying and was used in the Magic Qian Realm. His magic power was like a surging river in the Yangtze River. His body was powerful and not a ghost cultivator could possess. After several battles, the cultivator retreated repeatedly.

Without three breaths, he forced him far away, then pointed to the Yanyan Curse, and burned him completely when the monk caught him off guard.

Putting away two souls wandering in the space, Lu Chen raised his head and took a deep breath, his chest was undulating, and his eyes were exposed with a dark gold light that would make people tremble all over his body when they were caught. He stared at the two second-level ghost kings who held Ning Wuya.

The changes in the field scared the four people completely. When the two second-level ghost kings saw Lu Chen's appearance, they immediately showed unbelievable eyes: "Is it... it's you?"

Lu Chen raised his right hand holding the Dragon Soul Sword tightly and wiped a blood stain on his face. He smiled evilly: "The two senior brothers still recognize me."

Before entering the battlefield, the two of them had ridiculed Lu Chen's cultivation level and joined the ranks of Ghost King. When they first saw Lu Chen, it was almost the same as watching a joke. How could they have thought that in just one year, the ghost fairy boy who was once ridiculed by the disciples of the Ghost Sect could kill two level three ghost king masters in a row in an instant. It would be strange if they were not surprised.

"You... why did you attack us? You... we are the same disciples..." The two people, who were completely shocked by Lu Chen's strength, trembled and accused them.

"Members, I'm a pussy..." Lu Chen's gangster's surname exploded and scolded, "Don't be with you." Lu Chen's fierce light was filled with rampant evil spirits, the demon was flying, the cold wind was shrill, and the roaring demon sound penetrated the two of them, which scared the two level 2 ghosts kept trembling.

"You...you you..." One of them said stutteringly: "If you dare to kill us, the eldest brother is nearby, and you...you you will not die well."

"Senior Brother, you say it's Kong Le." Lu Chen approached step by step, his fierce eyes becoming more and more ferocious: "Kong Le must be with you, and it's not a good thing. Don't worry, one day he will end up with you. Go and die..."

It would be fine if it didn't matter. When it came to Kong Le was nearby, Lu Chen's murderous intention was even stronger. He didn't want Kong Le to chase him here to recognize him. He growled, and Lu Chen took the steps to the flames of the burning sky. The flame curse instantly gave out several fingers. The two second-level ghost kings resisted one of them, but one of them was hit and turned into ashes.

In addition, he turned around and ran away. He had already found the voice transmission jade in his hand and spread the news. But at this moment, hundreds of sword lights from somewhere suddenly appeared, and hundreds of swords divided the man into countless pieces. He could not die any more miserable.

Two second-level ghost kings, two third-level ghost kings, Lu Chen's light flashed again, and there were 70 more immortal honors. Lu Chen was not happy but sad, and thought to himself: "Damn, this little bit of cheapness is all for the old ghost of Kuyou again, alas!"

Killing was like a common occurrence for Lu Chen. This guy cleaned up the Qiankun bag, waist card, and soul remnants at the speed of flowing clouds and water, and then turned his eyes to Ning Wuya and Xiaoyu who were surprised...

Xiaoyu's expression was obviously confused. Gai didn't know why this ghost cultivator killed his fellow disciples. Judging from the ruthlessness of his attack, he was not as strong as a master with similar cultivation skills as Ning Wuya.

As for Ning Wuya, it was even more incredible. Until Lu Chen walked up to him, he didn't recognize him.

"Who are you? What are you doing?" Ning Wuya thought it was a black man and fighting in the nest. Of course, he would not think that a master in the ghost world in the Midlands would let him go.

Lu Chen smiled, squatted down, stared at Ning Wuya and said, "Brother Ning, don't know him anymore? Is it me?"

"You..." Ning Wuya's heart, which was occupied by fear, suddenly became empty and was immediately occupied by doubts. After he looked carefully, he suddenly found out from his memory about this seemingly strange but familiar face.

"You? You are Lu Chen..." Ning Wuya screamed in shock.

When he was in the Immortal Realm, Ning Wuya had seen Lu Chen with his own eyes, who was powerful and powerful, killing all directions. But at that time, he was all focused on Lu Chen's original evil demon, and he did not have a deep impression of the Dharma body. If Lu Chen had not given a reminder, it would be hard to say that he could recognize it.

However, when I saw the hideous and playful face nearby, Ning Wuya finally remembered the figures who used to be called the God of Killing in the Immortal Realm, and his eyes were filled with ecstasy.

Lu Chen pulled Ning Wuya up and smiled and said, "Hey, I thought Brother Ning had forgotten Mr. Lu."

"How can it be?" Ning Wuya, who was reborn after the disaster, was not only grateful, but also grateful. He hurried over and helped Xiaoyu up and introduced: "Xiaoyu, this is the friend of the lower world that I told you, Lu Chen."

"Ah?" Xiaoyu was so scared that she opened her mouth slightly because of surprise. She gently covered it with her hands, adding a lot of charm and making people feel pity.

"It's a beauty, no wonder Ning Wuya is willing to sacrifice his life to save him." Lu Chen saw the relationship between the two and thought to himself.

Xiaoyu exclaimed in surprise: "He is Lu Chen? The killing god in the lower realm you are talking about? Isn't he (8) a few years shorter than you ascend to the sky? How could he be so powerful?"

Ning Wuya crossed the river first. At that time, Lu Chen was still at the edge of the Eternal Chang River, and then went back to explore the Four Immortal Palaces, which delayed many years. During this period, Ning Wuya was doing well in Yunzhong City. I accidentally joined Shangqing Palace by chance. As a twelve-tribol scattered immortal, he has only reached the level of a true immortal in recent years. Finally, he met Xiaoyu and the two became Taoist partners. Ning Wuya liked Xiaoyu very much and told her completely about the experience of the lower world. Among them, Lu Chen, the mythical character, mentioned it many times with extremely rich descriptions, so Xiaoyu had a deep impression of the name Lu Chen.

But what I saw today made both of them feel like they were dreamy. Ning Wuya was stunned when he heard Xiaoyu ask. He just met Lu Chen, his old friend, and was rescued by him, but he didn't expect this at all. Xiaoyu asked the question, and he looked at Lu Chen with disbelief and asked, "Huh? When did you come up?"

"Three years ago, stop talking. There are pursuers behind you. Find a place where no one is talking." Lu Chen ignored Ning Wuya's inquiry, pulled the two of them up and left.

"Three years ago? Ghost Lord? Awesome..."
Chapter completed!