In the sky, the one who was standing by the void was not someone else, but Yang Ming. He was wearing a bright yellow gown, a long hair was floating, a wine gourd in his hand, a wide silk belt around his waist, and a piece of emerald jade hung on it. The handsome appearance of the plump god was like a god. And beside him, Long Feiyun stood respectfully, with a very natural expression, not like he was pretending. On a pair of white palms, the black fists appeared faintly.

After staring at the sky for a long time, Chen Yuyang finally nodded, but still said in confusion: "Yang Ming, is Long Feiyunxing? This resentful spirit in front of him is a two thousand years old, very powerful!"

"Just just say yes. Remove the word "Ma" in the back. If you can't even deal with such a small ghost, then I will express my contempt and disdain for him at his funeral!" Yang Ming chuckled twice with a sip of wine. That look really made some pointing in the world and inspiring words.

Chen Yuyang nodded, grabbed Zhuge Rizhao beside him, and smiled badly: "Uncle Zhuge, be careful!"

In a flash, Chen Yuyang and Zhuge Rizhao were already standing on the cloud head and side by side with Yang Ming. Linxu was driving the sky with a smile. Yang Ming nodded to Long Feiyun and said with a smile: "Boy, go down and clean up him and give you three minutes. If you haven't been able to handle it in three minutes, then I will be very disappointed!"

"Master, you're ready!" Long Feiyun said confidently, and then jumped off the cloud head.

Zhuge Rizhao was shocked and had an indescribable horror, and asked, "Yuyang, who are you?"

Yang Ming smiled faintly, looked at Zhuge Rizhao and asked, "Are you a descendant of that little guy Zhuge Kongming?"

Zhuge Rizhao said angrily: "Don't insult the ancestors!" As he said that, Zhuge Rizhao was about to take action.

Yang Ming had no reaction. How could Yang Ming's cultivation be hurt by people in the human world? The saint's body is not there, but the saint is still a saint: "Qingyang, do you like to dress up in the human world? It's so ugly. I still like you to dress up in the prehistoric world. That dress is fascinating to the little girl! Even the two little girls, Nuwa and Houtu, were fascinated by you by three meters and five ways!"

As he said that, Yang Ming waved his hand, regardless of whether Chen Yuyang was willing or not, forcibly changed Chen Yuyang's outfit. He was dressed in white clothes, white ribbons around his waist, a row of jade panflutes hung on it, and the Nine Palaces were wearing cloud boots under his feet, with long hair draped behind him, and purple and gold jade hairpin. Fengshen was extremely handsome, with his eyes and golden light, and even Zhuge Rizhao was stunned and thought to himself: Is this still a person in the human world?

"Yang Ming, your cultivation has recovered a lot!" Chen Yuyang was not angry and sighed softly.

"Haha!" Yang Ming chuckled twice and said, "I will never be as good as a monster like you!"

Chen Yuyang didn't say anything, but suddenly a folding fan appeared in his hand. Yang Ming exclaimed: "Yin and Yang folding fan, I didn't expect you to bring this out!"

Chen Yuyang smiled and said, "It's just pretending!"

Only Yang Ming knew that Chen Yuyang's Yin-Yang folding fan was not just pretending. This kind of thing can be said to be a Chaos Spirit Treasure, which is very powerful. However, in the prehistoric world, Chen Yuyang's cultivation is too high and he has never shown the sharpness of this thing. He gently incited, Chen Yuyang's face was slightly smiling like a jade-like face, which was elegant and not like a human being. His eyes were staring at the resentful spirit below.

At this moment, Fusu, the young master of the resentful spirit, also knew that he had kicked the steel plate this time, but in order to become a god, he did not retreat at all. A ghost fire spurted out from the resentful spirit's mouth. He smiled coldly and said, "Little guy, is his cultivation good? I didn't expect that there would be immortal cultivators in the human world!"

Long Feiyun sneered: "Hmph, ghost, today is your death!"

As he said that, a pair of fists had condensed, and black fists spread out on his palms, and a pair of cold and cold thorns showed their bloody faces. Chen Yuyang smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "Yang Ming, have you not told Long Feiyun that such ghosts cannot be attacked by physically?"

Yang Ming was also embarrassed and said helplessly: "I thought that although this kid was not very wise, he would always be a little clever, but now it seems that he doesn't even have a little cleverness!"

Just as Chen Yuyang and Yang Ming were talking, Long Feiyun's iron fists had already arrived in front of the resentful spirit. The resentful spirit laughed strangely and said, "So it's a rookie!"

The cold wind flashed, and Long Feiyun's black fist force penetrated the strange body of the resentful spirit, but this fist seemed to hit the cotton, and it was nothing to do with itch. The resentful spirit laughed, and a green ghost fire at the corner of his mouth said: "Break~~"

The ghost fire suddenly burned, Long Yunfei jumped and retreated far away, but he was still injured by the ghost fire. Long Feiyun was furious, and his fingers kept pinching the seal and murmured: "Three Thousand Worlds, Open!"

Suddenly the world was dark, and the resentful spirit laughed and said, "Formation, how could there be such a wonderful formation in the human world!"

At this moment, undercurrents surged in the chaotic space, and the resentful spirit snorted coldly: "Little guy, you are so bad! The ghosts of heaven and earth are broken!"

For a moment, the entire space was filled with cold wind, and ghosts kept spewing out of the mouths of the resentful spirits. Thousands of ghosts began to rage. They bite the barriers of the space, and with a roar, the entire formation space was bitten through, turning into tearing marks.

Chen Yuyang suddenly shook his head, and Yang Ming was almost so angry that he squirted out a sip of wine and said, "I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry!"

"How about you go down!" Chen Yuyang mocked slightly.

"I can't go on? Let this kid learn some lesson, grandma!" Yang Ming said in anger for a moment.

However, in one week, no matter how talented Long Feiyun is, he cannot beat the two thousand years of resentment in the world. Under the light of the ghost fire and the biting of various ghosts, Long Feiyun was immediately covered in bruises and kept wailing: "Master, help, help!"

The leader of the dragon team, but he is just an S-level master, has no choice but to face ghosts that have been gone for thousands of years. At this moment, the human world wants to come up with a way to deal with this ghost, unless it is the great magical powers in Buddhism and the Virgin Church, who are born to restrain ghosts, otherwise it is hard to say. It seems that the Yin Qi of the Nine Yin Jue Vein gives ghosts is indeed a rare tonic.

Seeing that the time was almost over, Chen Yuyang stretched out his hand and said helplessly: "I'll still have to take action to solve it!"

But at this moment, another roar came from the sky and said, "I'm so angry, don't stop!"
Chapter completed!