The black shadow disappeared in a flash, and hundreds of ghosts, some vicious and some evil, were all swept away.
The sound of breaking through the sky ceased.
The ancient ax flew around in circles and finally fell into his hand.
What a treasure. It can be big or small, long or short. When performing the flying ax stunt, it turns into a hatchet form and is as fast as lightning.
"My flying ax skills are getting more and more powerful. All I need is a fierce ghost to give me a blood sacrifice."
Wang Fu stroked the ancient yue and felt more and more the feeling of blood blending.
In the White Emperor's Secret Code, the technique of sacrificing and refining magic weapons is a masterpiece, and Yunyang Temple is far behind.
In the past few days, Wang Fu has been practicing the flying ax skill, and using the methods in the secret scriptures to practice various magic weapons day and night, and he has gradually gained the feeling of being able to do as he pleases.
With one strike of the ax, hundreds of ghosts will be eliminated, and the power will be greatly increased.
"The White Emperor inherited this, and he is worthy of being the number one killer among the Five Meridians."
Wang Fuzheng was sighing, when suddenly there was a flash of fire in front of him, and the life fire belonging to the ghost girl sounded a warning sign and was on the verge of extinguishing.
"Did something happen to Miss Twenty-Eight?"
Wang Fu was startled, as a divination scene appeared in front of her eyes, where she was stabbed through the chest by a mysterious ghost.
He didn't expect that the war between Gushan Ghost Realm and Yunyang Temple would happen so suddenly.
"Not good."
This is too fast. Wang Fu is still in Gushan. Once a war breaks out, he will definitely bear the brunt of cannon fodder and will not even have a chance to escape.
"Let me see what's going on with Lady Twenty-Eight."
Wang Fu stared at the ball of life fire, and whispers began to appear in his ears, which were the voices of the ghost girl.
"...It's a disaster."
"Cilun Da Yaksha, why is he colluding with Bai Qilang? Is he also a remnant of the Ghost Tribe?"
"It's impossible. When the Father God rebelled, Cilu Da Yaksha personally killed the three sons and daughters of the old ghost. There is no way he is a traitor."
"Why would Baiqirou appear here?"
The ghost girl seemed to be in great danger, with many and mixed thoughts in her heart. Countless voices turned into a torrent, which made Wang Fu feel dizzy for a while.
Wang Fu shook his head, sifted through most of the noise, and finally found useful information.
The ghost girl is trapped in the territory of Cilu Da Yaksha, and her enemies are Ci Lu Da Yaksha and Bai Qilang.
The plan to release Li Kui worked as expected, and the mastermind behind Cilu Da Yaksha was revealed at once. He was one of the remnants of the Ghost Club who colluded with Bai Qilang.
However, the ghost girl was unlucky and ran into the hands of the great Yaksha of Mercy.
This is the ghost realm of the Merciful Great Yaksha. It is surrounded by vicious Yakshas with bare upper bodies and torn skirts made of human skin. They are spinning and flying in the air with sharp weapons, switching between reality and illusion, as if they are blind to the scene below.
The ghost girl knew that she could not escape. Cilu Da Yaksha and Bai Qilang, no matter how they attacked, they were far beyond her ability.
However, she still couldn't figure out why Cilu Da Yaksha chose to betray?
"Ci Lu Da Yaksha, what promise did the Ghost Division make to you?"
Nowadays, Cilu Dayaksha is regarded as one god in Gushan. Even if he overthrows the mountain god of Gushan and rebuilds the ghost tribe, he cannot become the leader of ghosts because he is not an evil ghost.
"Twenty-eight ladies, why are you talking about these boring things?"
Cilu Da Yaksha looked calm and showed no trace of murderous intent, "Let's continue talking about my fleshly clothes."
He pointed at the white clothes on his body and said, "Do you know the origin of this flesh clothes?"
"never seen it."
The ghost girl shook her head decisively. She looked like a disciple of Sanqing Hall in Yunyang Temple, not an acquaintance.
"Have you ever heard of Fu Yangmei?"
The ghost girl's whole body trembled, her eyes were shocked, she stared at Cilu Yaksha, "Are you crazy?"
Fu Yangmei, a legend in Yunyang Temple.
This person is the direct disciple of Master Yunyang, and is also a genius in cultivation. At a young age, he has already reached the level of Seventeenth Rank of Nine Songs. He is known as the most promising person to break through to the realm of Heavenly Master, and is known as the 'Little Heavenly Master'.
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If the ghost girl Twenty-eight Lady is killed, a war may not break out, but if Fu Yangmei dies, Yunyang Guan and Gushan will definitely fight to the death.
Mercifully killed the great yaksha and made this man into a fleshly garment. His behavior was so heartbreaking that both humans and gods were outraged.
"Da Yaksha, do you know what you did?"
The ghost girl couldn't imagine how terrible the anger of Temple Master Yunyang would be once the matter was exposed. He would definitely risk everything and die together with Gushan.
"How come you don't know? It's nothing more than killing a lifetime of people."
Cilu Da Yaksha cast a mirror light, looked at the figure and said, "This fleshly garment is really nice!"
The more the ghost girl thought about it, the more frightened she became. These remnants of the ghost tribe were too terrifying, too insidious, and too vicious.
"HakushirÅ, you were so careless and almost ruined my good deeds."
Cilu Dayaksha sounded dissatisfied and scolded Bai Qilang who was standing next to him.
"Brother Ninth, forgive me. I will go back immediately and kill that ghost servant."
Ninth brother?
As if struck by lightning, the ghost girl stared at Cilu Da Yaksha, "Are you the Ninth Prince?"
How is it possible that Cilu Da Yaksha and the Ninth Prince are two completely unrelated beings?
"Even if Lady Twenty-eight is a dying ghost, you are not allowed to reveal my identity to her."
Cilu Da Yaksha, the Ninth Prince, the leader of the remaining ghost tribe, glanced at the ghost girl with a faint gaze.
This glance made the ghost girl feel cold from head to toe.
"Miss Twenty-Eight, I apologize for letting you know so much."
The ninth prince said to her, "I have an earth-shattering plan, and there is an important link in it, and I need your help."
"Now that you know the truth, you can go on your journey with peace of mind."
As he spoke, the Ninth Prince drew his long sword from his waist and pointed it at the ghost girl's heart.
"I see."
The ghost girl angrily pointed at the Ninth Prince, "You want to use Fu Yangmei's body to kill me and frame me as a frame for Yunyang Guan, and then use the identity of Cishu Dayaksha to expose the merits of killing Fu Yangmei, so that Gushan and Yunyang Guan can form a relationship.
Hatred will never end."
If only the ghost girl was killed, the matter wouldn't be big enough. If the little heavenly master of Yunyang Temple was made into flesh clothes, it would be serious.
"You stupid girl, you still have a brain!"
Bai Qilang was eager to try, "Brother Jiu, it's time to take action."
Then he complained again, "You are too wordy. Is it useful to talk to her so much?"
The Ninth Prince smiled and shook his head, "This is my ghost realm. Nothing can be spread. It's better to let her die and understand."
As soon as he finished speaking, his cuffs moved slightly, and the long sword disappeared from his palm. It was actually because it was thrust out too fast that even the afterimage of the light did not have time to emerge, creating the visual illusion of disappearance.
Poof!
The next moment, a sword appeared on the ghost girl's chest, piercing through her chest and back, directly shattering the ghost nature, shattering the divine blood, and cutting off all life.
Her life began to count down.
She lowered her head and looked at the sword. It was Fu Yangmei's famous magical weapon, the Ninghong Sword.
Now, it was completely confirmed that she died at the hands of Yunyang Guan.
"If I had known this, I would never have come back. Although the pickle jar smells a bit stinky, it is actually safer than Gushan. There will be no sinister plots and murderous intent!"
Before the ghost girl lost consciousness, she suddenly thought of Wang Fu.
"Although the little Taoist priest is very fierce, you will not lose your life if you follow him."