"Fifth Game!"

Chen Xinghe was fully alert.

This is the fifth game. If you pass it smoothly, you may be able to escape.

But……

Is it that simple?

The Ghost Clan Dynasty brought the Huangquan monks to summon the ghost cultivators to bet on a big bet?

Chen Xinghe doesn’t believe it!

He didn't believe it was so simple.

With a "bang", a figure stepped onto the ring.

Chen Xinghe was shocked, and countless ghost cultivators on the surrounding mountains were also quite surprised.

I saw a young man wearing a sword box, wearing a light Taoist robe, with a Tai Chi diagram on his chest, and a copper tiger ring on his thumb.

"Xin Weiran?"

This was really unexpected. Xin Weiran actually stepped onto the ring to challenge as a ghost.

"Hahaha! We're meeting again! Chen Xinghe."

"In order to wait for this day, I have been looking forward to it for a thousand years. You don't know how difficult that taste is!"

"Do you want to see my true face? I, Xin Weiran, was originally tall and had the spiritual roots and Taoist body, but because I came from a concubine's womb, I was a concubine's son. Those people could deprive me of my spiritual roots and Taoist body at will. If I hadn't had the talent for soul division, I would have died without a place to bury me."

"Chen Xinghe! For the past thousand years, I have been looking for a stop, hoping to gain strength to return to the clouds! However, so many choices are not suitable, I finally chose you!"

"Hahaha, do you feel very honored? If you want to blame, go and blame those people! I am a victim and a living dead man wandering around the world..."

With the scammering laughter, Xin Weiran pulled open the broad Taoist robe, and revealed his true body with a wave of stench.

What kind of body is this? Half-lived and half-dead, half-decay and half fresh, covered with terrifying scars! The spine behind it was even hollowed out.

"Ahhhhhh..." Xin Weiran screamed fiercely at the sky, crazily exuding the resentment and pain that had accumulated for thousands of years.

"Roar..." The black wave rushed outward, and Chen Xinghe felt dizzy and almost fell into a coma.

The surrounding mountains have layered bone walls, even so, still cannot withstand the hatred of thousands of years.

"Boom..." Several pavilions and towers collapsed.

This scene calmed the ghost cultivators present and looked at Chen Xinghe's arena.

Many nearby arenas were affected, and the people on the stage temporarily stopped and looked here.

I saw that Xin Weiran had golden and black talismans covered with all his body, and his body was covered with various talismans. The talisman power and mantra power were quite mysterious.

Such methods must be made by experts, indicating that there are people who are in the sky and the earth who are Xin Weiran’s guardians, otherwise they would never live today.

"Hahaha, thank God for letting me meet you!"

"Chen Xinghe, you have extraordinary luck. I will lend you 90% of your luck and only 10% of your protection, so you can always break through when you experience life and death in the past two years."

"This is called Jedi and Heaven, hahaha, Jedi and Heaven!"

"I am the shepherd, you are the lambs I carefully selected. After raising them for so long, I finally want to harvest them."

Chen Xinghe made a move and released the flying sword, opened the body formation and prepared to turn into the Monkey King. Unexpectedly, a black talisman was stuck on him in the flash of light and shadow.

Without any signs, the talisman attached to Xin Weiran suddenly appeared on Chen Xinghe.

"Hahaha, enjoy this moment! Dedicate your fire spirit root to me, and dedicate your flame body to me."

Chen Xinghe was furious: "Where are dreaming?"

"At your level, I can't understand the height of these talismans on me!"

"Ji..." With Xin Weiran as the center, countless talismans were swept up, and one after another trapped Chen Xinghe.

"Not good!" Chen Xinghe was shocked. He had never had such an experience. He broke out and tried to break free, but it was useless.

"Don't make a pointless struggle!"

"I have fought with you several times and have figured out your height. It is hard for you to imagine who my talisman came from. It is an existence beyond the Nascent Soul."

"Move it for me..." Chen Xinghe roared, his body trembling slightly and moving an inch.

Just one inch, no matter how much you have, you can't.

Xin Weiran nodded: "I am worthy of the person I like. I can move under the constraints of the talisman, which further proves that my choice is correct."

Chen Xinghe was suppressed in full swing and gritted his teeth and said, "Old Ghost Xin, I am a monk who climbed up from the bottom. But there is no Tianling root or Taoist body. You made the wrong plan."

"For today, I have been preparing for a thousand years, so naturally I have to investigate it clearly."

"You are a cultivator with two spiritual roots. You have practiced the Yuan Sutra of Burying Heaven and Burying the Yuan of the Great Desolation. Your right hand is a bit strange and can erode magic weapons or even spiritual weapons."

"I want to take away all your chances."

"This world is so cruel! Everything you have will be for me, and your opportunities are divided into different levels. Everything I don't like is swept away, and everything I like is carried forward."

"Chen Xinghe! Don't worry!"

"Think about it, it may be a relief for someone in the world to use your power to climb the sky in the clouds step by step."

Chen Xinghe was angry and said, "Old Ghost Xin, what were you thinking when you were taken away by someone's spiritual roots and Taoist bones?"

"I know what you want to say." Xin Weiran slowly approached and said, "You want to say that others harm me, and I harm others, what's the difference."

The resentment ran away, and Xin Weiran shouted loudly: "I was in my infancy at the time, I know what a big deal! Don't worry, I will avenge us both. No one of those people will run away. And my half-mother brother who moved the world will be imprisoned and tortured for millions of years..."

"Those people are your enemies, not mine." Chen Xinghe did not give up hope. He was still struggling hard, hoping to break free from the shackles, although the results were minimal.

"Buzz buzz..." Chen Xinghe felt something was wrong, it was a big deal.

This is the source of ominous premonition.

"Hahaha, come on! Fire Spirit Roots, use all the remaining spiritual roots of my body as fuel, burn it! "

"By the way, there is your light spirit root. Under this talisman circle, let's add power to the fire spirit root and ignite!"

Amid the buzzing sound, Chen Xinghe felt that he had lost the most important foundation.

"Spiritual roots? Is there really a way to seize the spirit roots?"

Xin Weiran was slightly stunned, then excited, moved, excited, with more than a dozen expressions mixed on his face, and finally shed tears: "I finally took this step, I have become a cultivator of the Tianling Root. No wonder they want to plunder the foundation of others and get it for nothing, it's so comfortable."

Chen Xinghe knew this was difficult!

The spiritual roots are gone! It's really gone!

The cultivation level begins to fade, and it will be permanent!

Xin Weiran suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it, and said happily: "Come on! Exchange the base of the root bones, and start with the spine."

"Boom..." Chen Xinghe's body shook violently, and he was in pain!

This pain will never be forgotten for life!

The pain of lightning strike is not as good as the pain of this kind.
Chapter completed!