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Cold words are like the cold wind in the twelfth lunar month!

The bitter blow makes people feel cold in their hearts.

A middle-aged scholar with a stalking head walked out of the woods. He had thin eyebrows and square faces, elegant eyebrows, bright eyes, and plump foreheads. He had a momentum without anger in his elegance;

He was wearing a Confucian robe and a light purple jade pendant with his waist. It was exquisite and transparent, with a faint auspicious aura.

Standing condescendingly on a strange rock about two meters high, staring at Cangsong with cold eyes, and more accurately, Yang Qifeng staring beside Cangsong.

"Cangsong, you escaped from Qingyun, I took you away from you. I never thought that the one who took you was an ungrateful wolf."

"Ghost King,"

"The right and evil are in harmony. I, Cangsong, are the right path for the rest of my life."

"As a disciple of Qingyun, how can you join the demon sect with you?" Cang Song was righteous and stretched out his finger and pointed at the Ghost King to speak with graciously. At this moment, he was like a saint possessed.

"Demon Sect?" The Ghost King laughed angrily. His voice was filled with strong anger, and he said in extreme indignation: "When you came, you were talking about the Holy Sect!"

"Holy Church, ridiculous!" Cang Song's voice was sarcastic. He deliberately divided the four words and preached heavily on the two words ridiculous.

"You are in vain and act without any scruples, killing without any evidence, and you have more than thousands of people who die in your hands. You are worthy of the word "holy" and call you a demon. This is all praise for you."

"Everyone of the thiefs of the Demon Cult can be punished!"

"Uncle Cangsong said it well. Everyone can kill the thief of the Demon Cult!" Yang Qifeng smiled and said to Cangsong with a smile.

"Why do you have to talk nonsense to the thieves of the Demon Cult? Just kill them!"

"Thank you for your advice. Cang Song knows what to do," Cang Song said with a straight face. He lowered his eyebrows and bowed his waist. He carried his hands on his back.

At this moment, something appeared in both hands. This thing was more vulgar and looked like a fire stick, but at this moment it could appear in Cang Song's hands, how could it be a fire stick?

This is the combination of the blood-devouring bead and the soul-capturing rod and Zhang Xiaofan's blood as a medium to become the soul-devouring!

The blood-devouring bead was created by the old man, the leader of the Blood Refining Hall of the Demon Cult in the early years. It can absorb a large amount of blood to recover from his injuries.

The soul-catching rod is a peerless magic wand passed down from ancient times. The two turned into a peerless weapon because Zhang Xiaofan's blood fusion. At this moment, this treasure that Zhang Xiaofan's guardian appeared in Cang Song's hands.

Cang Song held the soul-devouring tightly, and he scolded the Ghost King in a tone and said, "My leader Qingyun is the supreme master since the creation of the world."

"I have attained enlightenment and can ascend to the fairy world in the future. If you destroy your demon skills and kneel down and choose to surrender, I, Qingyun, will not kill innocently. I will bypass your life and let you die at your death."

"What a kind Qingyun, what if I choose not to surrender?" The Ghost King preached coldly.

"If you don't surrender, then die!" When talking about the word "death", Cang Song's soul-devouring souls burst out, endless black light rose, and a shrill voice echoed, and countless wronged souls entangled the soul-devouring souls, and resentment and ferocity erupted in an instant.

At this moment, the Soul Devouring finally showed the aura of a peerless fierce soldier, with its power exceeding Zhang Xiaofan's use at least two or three times. Without Zhang Xiaofan's deliberate suppression, the Soul Devouring could finally rage.

The soul-devouring was like lightning, extremely fast, and it fell down when it burst out.

With a roar, the Soul-Devouring hit Yang Qifeng's back accurately. He suddenly attacked. Yang Qifeng did not react. At most, he just tried his best to hide, but most of the Soul-Devouring power hit him.

Blood continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth. Yang Qifeng's face was pale, and a black air began to spread on his face. He looked at Cang Song beside him and did not question him, but said gently: "Okay, okay, okay!"

"The Ghost King is so scheming. He gave up a book of heaven and gave Cangsong my trust. Then he acted as a double act here to reduce my vigilance and launch this fatal sneak attack."

"This is not a fatal blow," the Ghost King shook his head slowly. His eyes were filled with solemnity and awe-inspiring tone:

"I am worthy of being the supreme master since the creation of the world. Since I obtained the Soul Devouring, I have gone to ancient battlefields of all ages and constantly collected the wronged souls to increase the power of the Soul Devouring. But even this sneak attack still only hurts Zhenren Yang."

"If this blow hit me, I will definitely die."

"It's a pity that Zhang Xiaofan is irresponsible. This soul-devouring is his own treasure. If he takes action personally at this moment, it can add twice the power of the soul-devouring."

"But even if you haven't killed Zhenren Yang, it's enough at this moment."

"Enough," Yang Qifeng took out a snow-white handkerchief from his arms and gently wiped the blood from his mouth. He looked at the magic sect masters who were constantly appearing.

The four holy envoys of the Ghost King Sect, Qinglong, White Tiger, Youji, Xuanwu, and Mr. Gui, as well as the Sanmiao Fairy of the Hehuan Sect and his outstanding disciple Jin Pinger, among others, the other masters of the Hehuan Sect.

Yu Yangzi of Changshengtang, and other masters of all kinds of demon sects, all gathered here.

"All the masters of the Demon Sect gather here, but they are all ants. They do not touch the path of immortality and do not know that the path of immortality is noble."

"It's all native chickens and tiles that are vulnerable!"

"It's worthy of being Zhenren Yang. This master of the Demon Sect doesn't catch your eye. So what about me?" As the Ghost King spoke, the Fulong Cauldron with four legs and two ears had already been suspended in front of him, and the Fulong Cauldron Cauldron appeared in a blue color.

As the Ghost King began to use the Four Spirits Blood Formation, the power of Shura began to unseal, and the color of the Fulong Cauldron gradually began to evolve towards the blood color, and the blue color continued to fade.

The blood color rose little by little, and began to erode the blue color. Finally, the Fulong Cauldron evolved into a blood-red color.

It was floating in the air, looking extremely charming, and the Ghost King's eyes were filled with ferociousness, like a ferocious beast, constantly staring at Yang Qifeng.

"Not enough, the Fulong Cauldron has set up the Four Spirits Blood Array. If you gain the power of Shura, it is almost the same as the beast monster. You can block me with this."

"If Ghost King, you only have this trump card, then the Demon Cult will be removed today." Yang Qifeng threw the handkerchief in his hand, and he told calmly in his tone with his hands on his back.

"The Ghost King is not enough, so what about me," a cheerful and thick voice sounded, and endless firelight spread. An old man was like a sacred in fire. The flames burned around him, walking out in a dragon and tiger steps.

"The old master of the Yun Valley in the Burning Xiang Valley,"

"It's me," Yun Yilan stood aside. There were no elders from the Fenxiang Valley behind him. The Fenxiang Valley was a decent person. How could everyone be with the Demon Cult? Only those who are so ambitious dare to join the Demon Cult.

"As the supreme master since the creation of the world, Zhenren Yang has great strength and is unprecedented, and has never been there before,"
Chapter completed!