This Sword Star Lord is not weak at all. Over the years, due to absorbing the power of worshiping faith, his strength has improved rapidly and has reached the monarch level.
Chu Hao took out the ghost-beating whip and said, "It's quite comfortable for you. Over the years, I have helped many people fulfill their wishes."
Jian Xingjun enjoys the position of offering incense and absorbs a steady stream of faith every day, but how many people has he helped?
Jian Xingjun was very unhappy and said: "Whatever the hell, who are you? I am in a good mood today. Get out of here right now."
In fact, Jian Xingjun felt a little weak when facing the young man in front of him. He always felt that something was wrong.
Chu Hao whipped out the ghost whip.
Jian Xingjun sneered, he could easily dodge this weak whip.
As a result, Jian Xingjun was dumbfounded. He tried his best to avoid the whip, but still couldn't avoid it.
This whip struck him in the face.
"ah!!"
An extremely shrill scream sounded.
"It hurts, it hurts."
Jian Xingjun covered his face and screamed in pain, and everyone around him was stunned.
"Why does this feeling feel so familiar?" Lord Jianxing exclaimed in pain.
Chu Hao's expression was indifferent, and he was whipped again, causing Jian Xingjun to scream in pain.
After being whipped four or five times in a row, Jian Xingjun was almost beaten to death. Chu Hao wanted to continue beating him, but suddenly he came back to his senses with a look of astonishment on his face.
Just now, I felt like I was possessed by a demon and wanted to beat Lord Jianxing to death.
It's possible that the demonic nature of the Demon Sword has been integrated into his consciousness.
Chu Hao cursed secretly.
"Holy Master, stop fighting." Lord Jianxing screamed.
Speaking of Jian Xingjun, what is the most memorable thing in his life? It must be the ghost whip. After being whipped continuously, he suddenly and subconsciously called out the Holy Master.
Jian Xingjun came back to his senses, trembling with pain, and said: "Why should I say the word Holy Master? You are a Holy Master?"
Jian Xingjun seemed to have forgotten the pain and exclaimed: "How could you be the Holy Master? The Holy Master has never shown his face. The stone statue in the Holy Master Temple was also imagined by them."
Chu Hao put away the ghost whip and said: "I am the Holy Master."
Jian Xingjun looked confused.
Everyone in the palace fled, leaving only Chu Hao and Jian Xingjun.
Chu Hao told the reason.
Jian Xingjun exclaimed: "The Secret Shadow Ghost Curse actually has such a terrifying curse that can erase all relevant memories of that person?"
Chu Hao said strangely: "Then how do you think you left the underworld?"
Jian Xingjun's face was full of horror, and he said: "In my memory, there is a very powerful mysterious man who caused havoc in the underworld and then brought me out."
This is the power of the secret shadow ghost curse.
After all that he had experienced, no one could remember what he looked like or even what his name was.
Chu Hao asked: "Has the Ghost Ancestor appeared in the past seven years?"
Jian Xingjun quickly shook his head and said: "Not really."
Chu Hao frowned, Jian Xingjun didn't seem to be telling lies again.
Lord Jianxing still didn't quite believe it and said, "How do you prove that you are a Saint Master?"
Chu Hao took out the ghost heart.
Jian Xingjun believed it immediately because it was his ghost heart.
Lord Jianxing was startled, and soon his eyes filled with tears, and he said: "Holy Master, you are finally back. Wow... you miss me so much."
Chu Hao squinted and said, "You want me to die."
Jian Xingjun said quickly: "How is this possible? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here to accept the incense and be worshiped by people. I am your most loyal younger brother, Holy Master."
Chu Haodao corrected: "It's a pet."
"Ding... the host successfully pretended to be sarcastic and gained 40,000 points of pretentiousness."
Jian Xingjun almost vomited blood.
He had forgotten who Chu Hao was, but he must not mess with this young man now, as his own ghostly mind was in his hands.
Chu Hao asked: "How have you always been calm these past seven years?"
Lord Sword Star said: "No, there are some demons, monsters and ghosts who want to offend the Holy Master Palace, but every time they approach the Holy Master Palace, those with evil intentions will be killed by a ray of light emitted from the stone statue of the Holy Master.
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The Eight Wastelands Nine Dragons Curse Seal, the little ghosts and monsters can't stop it.
Chu Hao asked: "Where are those fierce ghosts from the ancient Taoist civilization?"
Jian Xingjun said quickly: "Of course they don't dare to offend you. They don't even dare to approach the Holy Master's Palace."
It seems that the power of the Eight Wilderness Nine Dragons Curse Seal is still quite powerful.
Jian Xingjun suddenly said: "However, there have been a lot of outsider ghosts recently. It is said that they come from outside and specialize in hunting some Yin Yang magicians."
Alien ghost?
"What's going on? Tell me clearly." Chu Hao said.
Jian Xingjun was a little embarrassed and said: "I have been in the Holy Master Palace these years and have never left."
Chu Hao snorted coldly, while Lord Jianxing shivered and did not dare to speak.
Chu Hao left the Holy Master Palace. Jian Xingjun did not want to leave. Cherish your life and stay away from Chu Hao.
However, Chu Hao's words made him tremble.
"Look for news about the Ghost Ancestor. If I can't find your Ghost Heart, I'll crush it. I'll give you three days."
Jian Xingjun was dumbfounded and left the Holy Master Hall without saying a word to find the whereabouts of Ghost Ancestor.
After leaving the Saint Master's Hall, Chu Hao came to the villa deep in Hongyun.
The door of the villa was closed, and he entered the villa. The coffee table in the house was clean, and it seemed that someone was still living here.
"Who are you?"
An extremely cold voice appeared behind Chu Hao.
Chu Hao turned around and saw a man with a stern appearance and ordinary appearance. His eyes were as bright as two bonfires.
"Ah Hui." Chu Hao sighed.
Seven years have passed, and the young man Ah Hui has matured.
Ah Hui's expression was still cold and he said: "You know my name, who are you?"
A dagger appeared in Ah Hui's hand, exuding a cold and chilling aura. There were curse marks on the dagger, and it was revealed to be a cursed weapon.
Chu Hao smiled lightly and said: "Come here and let me see how much your strength has grown."
Ah Hui snorted coldly and rushed forward in an instant. His speed was extremely fast, like a man-eating cheetah, and the dagger slashed down.
Chu Hao easily avoided it.
But then, a cold current erupted from the dagger, and Chu Hao instantly felt that the air around him was extremely cold.
A layer of ice appeared on the body, which was so cold that it made people panic. If it were an ordinary person or a ghost, it would have turned into frost long ago.
Chu Hao avoided the range of the dagger, but Ah Hui attacked again.
Chu Hao stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist.
But Ah Hui reacted very quickly. He kicked his right foot upwards, screamed and appeared with a hidden weapon, trying to attack Chu Hao's lower body.
Chu Hao grabbed him and cursed: "You have gone too far. Do you want to cut off your descendants?"
As soon as Chu Hao raised his leg, he kicked Ah Hui away and hit the wall hard. He said with a smile: "Is this all you can do?"
Ah Hui wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the charm on the dagger flickered slightly, and a tall ghost appeared. The ghost said coldly: "Ah Hui, be careful, I can't feel the Yang energy in him."
Ah Hui was surprised that his ghost general, whose strength was at the monarch level, could not feel Chu Hao's Yang energy.
Chu Hao smiled and said: "Monarch level ghost general! Seven years have passed and you have still made progress. Fang Han taught you in vain."
Ah Hui looked gloomy and said: "You know my master, who are you?"