"Old bastard? Boy, I originally wanted to keep you alive, but you have successfully angered me. Don't worry, I won't let you die comfortably. I will make you into a brat and accept my torture day and night.
!" Anger burst out on the face of the white-faced ghost, and a pair of cloudy eyes turned completely white in an instant. Ye Wenlong's words had successfully aroused his murderous intention. Even if Ye Wenlong killed the black-faced ghost, he
I have never been angry.
Everyone has a reverse scale, and the reverse scale of the white-faced Yang ghost is the "little white face." It is said that life is unpredictable. This white-faced Yang ghost was originally the illegitimate son of a nobleman when he was a child. Later, he was framed for treason because he offended the powerful.
The entire family was brutally killed by the Nine Tribes, and even his underground mother was found out and targeted. Fortunately, his mother got the news in advance and sent him to him in advance. He became a fugitive on the run, and his mother was not spared either.
He had a fair face, good looks, and a good voice. Later, he was accidentally taken in by a female troupe leader and made him the leading actress. The female troupe liked him very much, but she was not good-looking, and she was very tall.
Fat and short, he became the personal favorite of the female class leader through coercion and inducement. At that time, he was still young and had nothing to do with him. Later, as he grew older, he gradually understood that he was a softie and a pretty boy, and for someone older than him,
He became more and more disgusted with the fat class leader in his twenties, and even more disgusted with others calling him a pretty boy behind his back.
He followed the opera troupe all over the country and got the inheritance of "Yanggui Sect" by chance in a ruined temple. He practiced and sang opera at the same time, which finally made him successful in cultivation, and his character became more and more evil.
One dark and stormy night, he not only tortured and killed the female troupe leader, but also killed everyone in the troupe who had talked about him behind his back. Then he escaped and opened a cave to practice in seclusion.
This guy is really qualified. Because he has the inheritance of Yang Gui Sect, his cultivation speed is thousands of miles away. However, his cultivation journey is always going against the will of heaven. There is no smooth sailing. And his biggest inner demon is those who are the personal pets of the Fat Pig Team Leader.
Years, every time he is promoted, these will become his obstacles and his inner demons. So every time before he breaks through, he will go down the mountain to kill people. He kills not only those bitches who keep personal pets, but also those who have made love.
He will not let men go.
This matter has been buried deep in his heart and has not been erased for hundreds of years. Every time he hears or sees "little pretty face", it will drive him crazy. This is his vice, his biggest weakness
Secrets, secrets that even the dead black-faced ghost didn't know, were also the shame of his life. Ye Wenlong's words undoubtedly touched his inner skin.
But how did Ye Wenlong know that his unintentional words of "old face" would have such an effect? If he had known it, he would not have said it.
Although his majestic momentum has the power to stabilize the white-faced Yanggui, the angry White-faced Yanggui is still within its limits. Although he is surprised, his anger has replaced everything. At this time, he is probably in the Nascent Soul stage.
Even his ancestor could not stop his determination to kill Ye Wenlong.
With a splash of both hands, dozens of dazzling golden beans flew down with a splashing sound, rolling towards Ye Wenlong in a gurgling manner. When the wind blew up, they turned into more than thirty golden beans holding dark gold heavy swords.
Each of the armored ghost warriors exuded a strong and sinister aura, and they moved as fast as thunder, surrounding Ye Wenlong in an instant.
"Is this...could this be the legendary spreading of beans that leads to an army?" Ye Wenlong's eyebrows twitched and his face became a little solemn.
The aura of these golden-armored ghost warriors does not seem to be very strong, but they also have the strength of mid-earth level. However, they are better because there are more ghosts, and their combat effectiveness is still unknown.
The unknown is the scariest thing.
"Old bastard, what the hell are all these things? You are too despicable. There are so many ghosts and you want to hit me? If you have the guts, let's challenge each other!" Sensing the powerful aura of these golden-armored ghost warriors, Ye Wenlong also felt the power of these ghost warriors.
It's somewhat creepy.
"Real monks rarely fight by themselves. Boy, if you can die under thirty-five Jinyang puppets, it means that I think highly of you. Boy, enjoy yourself. Don't worry, I won't let your soul fly away."
, plus you, I can make the thirty-sixth Golden Yang Puppet." A ferocious smile appeared on the white-faced Yang ghost's face.
The Jinyang Puppet is the most powerful puppet refined by the secret method of Yanggui Sect. Thirty-six Jinyang Puppet can also form the Tiangang Golden Puppet Formation, which can exert more than a hundred times the power of a single Jinyang Puppet. This is also the reason why the White-faced Yanggui
One of Ye Wenlong's important trump cards, Ye Wenlong's spatial teleportation and traceless swordsmanship, made him quite wary even as he was at the peak of the early stage of Jindan. This was also a cautious tactic for him.
He was not a body-refining monk. Maybe the golden elixir shield could block Ye Wenlong's sharp sword energy, so he didn't dare to take the risk.
"Haha, old white-faced man, do you think you can deal with me just by relying on these messy puppets? Are you too naive?" Ye Wenlong said with a bright smile, and the fire hammer suddenly hit one of the Jinyang puppets, and at the same time
The Yao Iron Sword slashed hard at the one next to him.
He had just been adjusting the connection between his mind and his body, because Zhao Snow said that the body was not easy to use on Guanshan Star. He tried it that night, and it was indeed not easy to use. It seems that the rules here
There are certain restrictions on the use of body organs, but he felt that after he understood some of the mysteries of space laws here, it seemed that these were no longer a problem. But even so, he had to prepare in advance, after all, the space here
It's different from outside.
"bass"
The sword came first and was as fast as lightning. The Jinyang Puppet raised his sword to block it, but it was still half a beat too late. Ye Wenlong slashed at the Jinyang Puppet's neck with his sword, and there was a collision between gold and iron.
In the early morning of the sound, sparks flew up from the impact point, but they could not be cut. However, the majestic force directly cut the Jin Yang puppet down, and the effect of the Fire Hammer was not much different from it.
The Jin Yang Puppet raised his sword to block it. With a bang, the Jin Yang Puppet was knocked upside down and flew away. However, it seemed that nothing happened to him. He floated back dozens of meters and stepped back with his right foot.
His body stood firmly.
"What a tough and hard puppet!" Ye Wenlong felt secretly in his heart, and an inexplicable thought came to his mind. If the Jin Yang Puppet could be used by him, it would be a huge amount of combat power!
He originally wanted to cut a way to kill the white-faced Yang ghost with one sword and one hammer, but this first step failed, and he could feel the space surrounded by these thirty-five Golden Yang puppets.
It seems that some kind of change has occurred. If he uses space teleportation, he is not sure that he will be able to get over it. If it fails, other unexpected things may happen, such as teleporting to the outside or even far away. After all, his moment is small.
The magical power is not yet able to send and receive from the heart, it is only a beginner's introduction.
Before he could think about it, a group of Jin Yang puppets had already come to kill him. Ye Wenlong could only temporarily defend himself. The Fire Hammer became a surrounding defensive weapon. Wherever the Jin Yang puppets rushed towards him, the Fire Hammer would blast over.
Although it can't hurt them, it can repel them away.
It's just that these Jinyang puppets are not attacking randomly, nor are they dull dead things. They seem to have their own thoughts. Every attack is carried out in an orderly manner. One wave is repelled by Ye Wenlong and another wave comes up, and there is never any chaos.
elephant.
"Boy, Jin Yang Puppet is the strongest warrior of our Yang Gui Sect. He is invulnerable. Even if you are stronger than them, they can kill you. Haha, boy, enjoy it. When you are exhausted,
This is when I extract your soul and refine you." The white-faced Yang ghost showed a look of madness on his face, and with a "boom" sound, a blood-red copper tripod fell in front of him.
"Haha, old white-faced man, if they were just thicker-skinned, I'm afraid I'd disappoint you." Ye Wenlong slashed away a Jinyang puppet with a sword, then smashed it around with a hammer, leaving a clear space in the middle.
His face was very calm.
In front of the white-faced Yanggui, there are eight Jinyang puppets standing in a half-moon shape. In fact, there are only twenty-seven participating in the battle. It seems that the White-faced Yanggui is not prepared for his successful attack and the other Jinyang puppets cannot rescue him. Therefore.
If Ye Wenlong wants to open up the situation, he must first deal with these Jinyang puppets.
But these Jinyang puppets are really powerful. Not only are their bodies extremely strong, but they are also agile in movement. They seem to have endless power. Once they are knocked down, they immediately get up and join the fight. They are really difficult to deal with.
"Boy, if my guess is correct, you should be a cultivator. At most, you are only at the late stage of the earth level. It is simply wishful thinking to hurt the Jinyang Puppet with your strength." White-faced Yanggui.
Hehe sneered.
"Don't you know that there is something called sword energy in this world?" Ye Wenlong smiled indifferently, slowly put away the Yao Iron Sword, turned his hand, and revealed a black ink sword three feet six inches long and two fingers wide.
The long green sword appeared in his hand, and with a flick of his hand, a buzzing sound was heard, as if the sound of splitting the space was heard. On the sword body, green sword light loomed, forming circles and circles, as if it was about to break at any time.
The sword comes out.
"Sword Qi? If you don't have the golden elixir, you're not a warrior, and if you don't have the Nascent Soul, you're not a cultivator. Sword Qi, it's just a vain pursuit of those stupid warriors, stupid little bastards, do you really think there are sword immortals in this world?
?" The white-faced Yang Gui sneered disdainfully.
"Originally I wanted to get these puppet soldiers for fun, but it doesn't make sense to think about it. Let me show you what the real sword energy is!" Ye Wenlong smiled lightly, the aura on his body changed suddenly, and there was a feeling in the depths of his eyes.
There was a ray of sword light flying from the distant sky. The moment the sword tip appeared in his pupil, he had already struck out with his sword. A ray of sword light flew like a brilliance, and a Jinyang puppet slashed at him with his sword from the front. The brilliance
Passing by, like tearing paper, Jin Yang Puppet's heavy sword was torn from the middle by the brilliance. When it reached Jin Yang Puppet's chest, just now the Yao Iron Sword could not split Jin Yang Puppet's chest, and a ray of brilliance streaked across its chest.
, with a hissing sound, it split into two, and its momentum remained unchanged. It rushed forward a few steps and fell down suddenly.
"This...how is this possible?" The white-faced Yang Gui looked at this scene in shock, full of disbelief.
Ye Wenlong ignored him, his green mok sword danced like a flying butterfly, his eyes were full of sword aura, and he stepped on moonlight steps, shuttling between the Jinyang puppets like an illusion, and the sword auras shot out were in succession.
A gorgeous sword.
The invulnerable Jinyang Puppet will be torn apart by those who touch it!
