"It's really shameful that such a hairy boy can make you, the leader of the Ghost King Sect, so embarrassed!"
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha laughed and mocked the Ghost King.
A trace of anger flashed in the Ghost King's eyes.
But he didn't dare to make mistakes.
If the ancestor of their Ghost King Sect hadn't failed to overcome the tribulation, why would their Ghost King Sect need the help of a monk in the Fusion Realm to take action?
I think back then, his Ghost King Sect was also the number one demon sect famous in the five states.
With the power of the Dongxu realm, no sect in the five states dares to offend the Ghost King Sect.
It is a pity that when this great master broke through to the Mahayana realm, he failed to cross the heavenly tribulation and unfortunately died.
This caused the Ghost King Sect's status to plummet.
"Please Saint Ancestor take action quickly, this kid is really a difficult person to deal with." The Ghost King urged.
"Oh? What's your last name? What sect is this?" Yuan Cha Saint Group asked, staring at the masked man.
He also saw that the masked man was not weak. He was afraid that he was from a major sect and had some powerful background.
At first glance, the masked man didn't want to answer him at all.
The Ghost King answered for him: "He, Ji Er Bangying, is from the Hard Gang Gang."
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha: "..."
Everyone: "..."
The Ghost King also realized that he seemed to have said something wrong, and quickly changed his words: "I mean, his name is Ji Erbangying, and he is from the Hard Gang Sect."
"Hard Gang? Is there such a sect?" A trace of pure confusion flashed across the face of the ancestor of Yuan Cha.
"He said it was a sect north of Kunlun, and he was still the sect leader." Ghost King said.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore. Since it's an inferior sect, you can just die."
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha lost his patience and waved his withered hand, and more than a dozen drops of black liquid sprinkled from the air.
These black liquids hit from the air along with the strong smell of corpses.
"It's the Devil's Corpse Oil!"
A demonic monk was horrified.
Demonic corpse oil is the specialty of Yuan Cha Saint Ancestor.
This kind of corpse oil can easily corrode a cultivator's spiritual power and magic weapons, and even one drop can kill him.
Everyone fled in all directions.
One of the unlucky Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivators was 'lucky' to receive a drop and not escape.
The corpse oil only dripped on his clothes, but like a gangrene attached to his bones, it wrapped around this Nascent Soul stage demon cultivator.
In the blink of an eye, the corpse oil seemed to spread infinitely, rapidly extending from his clothes to his whole body.
The demonic cultivator wanted to tear the clothes to pieces, but the clothes were torn, but the skin on his body had already been corroded by the corpse oil.
This man hurriedly offered up his defensive treasure, a heart armor that was a medium-grade spiritual weapon.
Trying to resist the invasion of this demonic gluttonous corpse oil.
But what people didn't expect was that as soon as the corpse oil came into contact with the armor, the armor immediately 'rebelled', then automatically shattered and fell away.
The demonic cultivator could only let this weird corpse oil wrap him into a black pupa.
Before his head was about to be wrapped, the man desperately called for help.
"Ah! Help me! Help..."
After his head was wrapped, the man's voice suddenly stopped.
The black pupa, wrapped in corpse oil, then quickly shrank, returning to its previous shape as small as a fingernail.
The wrapped Nascent Soul stage demon cultivator had long since disappeared without even a single scream.
It's as if this person doesn't exist in this world.
This drop of corpse oil becomes even brighter and richer after eating the 'big meal'.
Extremely weird!
Everyone felt a chill on their backs, and a chill from head to toe filled their hearts.
A Yuanying stage monk, who was considered a well-known figure in the land of five states, just disappeared out of thin air, how horrifying!
"Hahaha... I'm sorry, I haven't done anything for a long time. I'm a bit unskilled and I accidentally hurt one of my own. I'm really sorry."
Although Patriarch Yuan Cha said this, his tone was not apologetic at all. Instead, he smiled even more proudly.
Turning around, he stared at the masked man and said with a smile: "I made a mistake just now, and it will be your turn next."
After saying that, the dozen drops of corpse oil flew towards the masked man at the same time, blocking his escape route from all directions.
Seeing all the corpse oil rushing towards the masked man, everyone else breathed a sigh of relief and felt gloating in their hearts.
This country bumpkin was in bad luck. His cultivation was already perverted, but he didn't expect to meet an even more perverted person like the Holy Ancestor Yuan Cha.
I can only say that he is unlucky.
More than a dozen drops of demon gluttonous corpse oil rushed towards the masked man.
As if they smelled the masked man's cultivation and blood essence, they became more violent and rushed in faster.
The masked man looked at this horrifying scene. Faced with an extremely dangerous situation, he did not panic. Instead of hiding, he allowed the corpse oil to fly towards him.
Just when the Demonic Corpse Oil was about to approach, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly.
It's obviously midsummer, but everyone feels like they've fallen into an ice cellar.
From around the masked man, all the heat in the air was condensed into ice.
The dozen drops of corpse oil were also frozen into ice skates and stagnated in mid-air, suspended motionless around the masked man.
"This man also knows ice magic?" Ghost King said in surprise, this masked man really has many trump cards.
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha was not worried at all, and commented leisurely: "There are still a few moments, but the people I want to kill have not been able to escape yet, hahaha..."
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha began to laugh again, and his laughter was still harsh and unpleasant.
The demon gluttonous corpse oil was only frozen for a moment, then assimilated the ice cubes surrounding them, regained their freedom, and rushed towards the masked man again.
The freezing technique seems to have no effect on them.
I'm about to get hooked on the masked man.
It was clear that he had the chance to win, but the corpse oil still failed and returned in vain.
The masked man has disappeared.
"Space Secret Technique!"
The Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha finally showed a surprised expression and looked around immediately to find the location of the masked man.
However, the masked man appeared behind him.
"You like to laugh, right? I'll make you cry!"
The masked man's voice came from behind.
The Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha didn't care. He looked down on the masked man's level of cultivation. He was just a mantis with his arm acting as a chariot, and a worm shaking a tree.
No matter how powerful a kid in the Out-of-body Realm is, he can't break the defense of a monk in the Fusion Realm.
Just when he was mentally negligent, a fist as big as a sandbag hit him in the face from far to near from his sight!
Bang!
The Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha flew down from the sky like a kite with its string cut off!
The body smashed through the buildings on several streets before it came to a stop.
But a moment later, Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha flew back again, his face gloomy, and he spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.
"I didn't expect that I was careless. You still hid your strength. It turns out that you are just a little miscellaneous fish in the realm of gods."
As soon as Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha spoke his words, everyone was shocked.
This masked man is actually a monk in the realm of gods?
In the God Transformation Realm, a land of five states, there are only a dozen or so monks with this level of cultivation. I didn't expect to meet one here.
Jiang Siming of the Qingyun Sect is one, and Yunmeng, the leader of the Hidden Moon Sect, is one. Unexpectedly, there is another one now.
The Ghost King had doubts. Why did he feel that this masked man... was starting to look familiar?