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Chapter 112-1 Yin Jade Information

Zhuang Wuming appeared twenty meters away, his face showing a trace of solemnity. The sword energy just now not only blasted through the ground, but also tore through the shadow space.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have been tricked.

Looking at the sky, a man in a pure white moon robe stood in the void with a golden sword at his feet.

The sword energy all over his body was like a rainbow, so dazzling in this night, his cold eyes locked on Zhuang Wuming.

Whoosh

There was an explosion, and the next moment he appeared in front of Zhuang Wuming and shouted coldly, "Demon, suffer death."

The golden sword surrounded him, and with a finger of the sword in his hand, the golden sword turned into a streak of light, tearing through the air.

The sword light was so fast that it could not be caught by the naked eye.

Zhuang Wuming had already activated his demon body, and his magic sense skills were brought to their fullest.

All the life energy stored in the Spirit of Gluttony rushed into his body, pushing him to his peak state.

The sword was blasted out, all skills were empowered, this sword was reaching its extreme, and it was filled with boundless evil energy.

when

With a crisp roar, the golden sword was blasted out of the high-speed world.

Zhuang Wuming's whole body was also shaken violently, and he took ten steps backwards. Countless cracks were made on the ground by his steps.

Zhuang Wuming almost spurted out a burst of hot blood from his mouth.

Looking at the person coming, countless numbers appeared in front of his eyes, and the only thing he could see was his name.

Qingcheng Sword Nine Immortals.

Lightning flashed in Zhuang Wuming's mind, and he immediately knew why the Nine Immortals of Swords were here.

Thinking about the statue of a demon just now, the other person is 100% here to subjugate demons.

When the Nine Sword Immortal saw that Zhuang Wuming actually blocked his sword, he looked slightly different, but his face was even more cold.

"There are a few moments, but if you dare to take action against my Qingcheng disciples, you are asking for your own death."

With a pinch of the sword formula in his hand, a huge murderous intention came over him, and the hair on Zhuang Wuming's whole body stood up.

"This guy is invincible. He is definitely far superior to the idol demon just now. He is a destructive figure."

"Wait a minute, I am a guest from Emei."

Zhuang Wuming spoke directly, he didn't want to be punished by such a person for nothing.

The Nine Immortals of Jian who had originally planned to take action paused upon hearing this and looked at Zhuang Wuming with eyes like dragons.

The cold light was boundless, as if he was checking the authenticity, Zhuang Wuming immediately took out his guest token and waved it in mid-air.

Jian Jiuxian's eyes were focused. He could not misread the aura of Mount Emei's skills. A wisp of energy was connected with the person in front of him. This could not be faked.

Anyone pretending to be Emei will be hunted down by the whole world. The man in front of him who is no more than a swordsman does not have the means, power, or courage.

With a cold snort, he put down the sword technique in his hand, "Emei is really degenerate, even if you accept people like you, you are surrounded by evil spirits, you are not a good person."

"Where are the monsters here?"

Zhuang Wuming's face was expressionless, and the other party's tone was not good, but since he was not strong enough, he had to be patient.

He said calmly: "Killed by me."

Jianjiu Immortal frowned when he heard this. He came here after accepting the mission. If the demon was killed, it would be like a wasted trip.

He was in a bad mood, snorted coldly, his face became even worse, and a cold light flashed in his eyes as he stared at Zhuang Wuming.

"Don't let me see you doing evil, otherwise I will kill you even if you are Emei Keqing."

"snort"

With a cold snort, he jumped into the air, and the golden sword light lifted him up, turning into a golden light and rushing into the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

After an episode, Zhuang Wuming felt very heavy.

This man is definitely not very old, but his cultivation is profound and unpredictable. Even if he tries his best, he probably won't be able to defeat the opponent.

"This fairy-demon space is really terrifying. Anyone who comes out at random will have this kind of trick."

"Qingcheng Sect, that is the invincible sect with the Supreme Master Li Jingxu."

"It seems to be an expert from heaven. I don't know that the Nine Sword Immortals are disciples of the Qingcheng Sect for several generations."

Zhuang Wuming shook his head when he thought of the Nine Immortals of Jian with their sword aura just now.

"It's still too weak. The killer level just has the qualifications to walk in this fairy-demon space."

"Only when you step into the Destruction Level can you truly be qualified to operate in this immortal and demonic space."

With a deep sigh, Zhuang Wuming quickly left here. He didn't want to be involved in boring things again.

Without the horse, Zhuang Wuming could only rely on his own feet to travel.

But as soon as he reached the foot of the mountain, he frowned.

Under the sense of magic, many ghosts appeared around, searching like a net, not knowing what they were looking for.

"Gui Cha, are you here to find me?"

"I don't seem to have that much face."

In the sense of magic, he saw two ghosts walking together, arms around each other, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

Zhuang Wuming glanced at the direction of the pair of ghosts, stepped into the shadows and appeared behind them.

His breath was not noticeable at all, and he was more than ten meters away from them, capturing their conversation through his magic sense skills.

"Old Liu, what did you ask us to look for? There isn't even a detailed target.

One of the white-faced ghosts looked at the black-faced ghost next to him and asked angrily.

"I heard that it was the palace of a ghost king in the past, and there seemed to be some good things in it," the black-faced ghost shook his head.

"Several Lord Yan's sons are here."

"What kind of young master? They are just a few concubines," said the white-faced ghost with disdain on his face.

"But do you know what's inside? Lao Liu, you have a lot of information. Don't lie to me. Let me know."

The white-faced ghost looked at the black-faced ghost with hope.

The black-faced ghost was a little embarrassed when he heard this, but after thinking about it, he still told the white-faced ghost.

"I'm telling you, you should be tighter and don't spread the word."

"I heard that this ghost king is called Jiuling Ghost King, and he has several treasures in his hands."

"One of them is called the Ten Thousand Years Yin Jade Lotus. It is said that this thing is a treasure that protects the immortality of thoughts."

"Even among the Lords of Hell in the underworld, only a few have this thing."

"There is also a book called "Ghost Spirit from All Directions". I heard that it can be used to cultivate to the peak of the loose immortal realm, and it is expected to have a glimpse of the earthly immortal realm. Several of the bastards of Lord Yama are in need of this book."

"In addition to these two items, there is also a Ten Thousand Ghosts Flag with ten thousand ghosts remaining on it."

"If any ghost monk can refine it, create an extra thousand years of mana out of thin air, and gather the power of thousands of ghosts, there will be no problem in rivaling the peak of Sanxian."

"There are several other treasures besides the first one, but they are not very famous, so I don't know."

Listening to these treasures, the white-faced ghost's eyes showed hope.

"I'm so envious. Everything has been arranged for these young men since they were born."

"It would be great if we brothers can also get a inheritance."

"I have been struggling for hundreds of years now. I am still in the middle stage of swordsmanship. I am about to enter the gate of Sanxian. I don't know when."

The black-faced old Liu shook his head, "This is fate. We ghosts can hang around for hundreds of years, accumulate merits, and then be reincarnated into the immortal sect. That is the best way out."


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