"Ghost man!"

The sick young man in the air looked at the two monks standing next to Li Yi with a huge change in their figures, and his pupils suddenly shook.

"Ghost man?"

Zhang Yifeng was listening to the name mentioned by the sick young man, and he also saw the changes of these two people.

It is somewhat similar to the blood-awakening monk he killed in the Daozang Key Land. It seems that these two people have the same bloodline as the Blood-Light monk.

A slight movement in his heart, Zhang Yifeng's eyes were fixed on the cultivator opposite, who had a seventy-sixth-similar face to Ji Xing.

This person's strength cannot be underestimated. His body of demonic energy seems to have been refined by some kind of method, which is no less than Zhang Yifeng's demonic energy.

"Fellow Taoist knows the origin of this ghost man?"

Zhang Yifeng did not look back and whispered to the sick young man behind him.

"Fellow Taoist, this ghost man has a mysterious origin. I only know that the leader of the Shell Organization in the southern immortal land was from the Ghost Man tribe. Unexpectedly, Li Yi had two Ghost Man tribes around him as guards."

The morbid young man showed a solemn look on his face. If he thought that there were seven cultivators in the Heavenly Immortal Realm just now, it would be considered a balance of power now. Not to mention that there is a large number of cannon fodder on the Shell Organization, which can provide a lot of convenience for the Shell Organization in combat.

In my heart, I wrote down the name of the ghost man and saw that the sick young man suddenly looked solemn.

Obviously, the two cultivators in the Heavenly Immortal Realm with the blood of ghosts are difficult to deal with, and Zhang Yifeng also agrees with this.

After all, the blood-light cultivator had at least twice the overall combat power after awakening the bloodline of the ghost man in his body.

That guy had just awakened his bloodline and had such a huge improvement, not to mention the two shell tissue monks in front of him who had already adapted to their own bloodline.

"Save it here for me."

Li Yi had red eyes, roared at Zhang Yifeng, and raised his hand to point directly at Zhang Yifeng.

After Li Yi shouted, hundreds of shell organization monks under the field raised their hands at the same time, and various magical powers emerged one after another.

The goals were surprisingly consistent, all of them were for Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng, who was alert to the demon in front of him in the air, instantly sensed an attack, and a look of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Does a bunch of ants gather together? Is it possible to make a big splash?"

After a sneer, Zhang Yifeng shouted loudly, and a golden light emitted from all over his body to block all the attacks on the periphery.

At the same time, these magical magic tricks that were exposed to the golden light were swallowed by the golden light one by one.

The black and white colors appeared in Zhang Yifeng's eyes, which was the use of the magical power of the Heavenly Dao Wu Formation.

"Feel the damage I have never touched."

A faint sound enveloped the audience, and Zhang Yifeng digested the attacks of these shell tissue cannon fodder in the blink of an eye.

As the golden light shook, all the swallowed magical powers flew out of the golden light, and they came back wherever they came from.

"What?!"

Li Yi looked at Zhang Yifeng, who was shrouded in the sky under the golden light, like a god.

The attacks that were recoiled by Zhang Yifeng were at least doubled than the attacks that were attacked by these minions under his command.

This is the result of the dispersion of Zhang Yifeng's power of the Heavenly Dao Wuxian Divine Power. If it is concentrated in one place, it would not be an exaggeration to use the magical powers used by these people to hurt Zhang Yifeng ten times.

Countless streams of light fell from the sky, and the minions of these shell tissues on the ground had only time to shout, and the next moment the surging light curtain enveloped them.

Deafening explosions came one after another, and in just a short moment, only a small number of these minions in the group survived.

Almost all of the rest lost their ability to move under Zhang Yifeng's recoil.

"Damn it, damn!"

Li Yi's eyes were filled with blood, and he roared unwillingly at Zhang Yifeng.

"Don't be proud, it's just a bunch of waste. The one who really kills you is still behind!"

The moment Li Yi finished speaking, a murderous intent came from behind Zhang Yifeng.

It was the demon who had not moved for a long time that noticed a moment and came to Zhang Yifeng.

The chill behind him hit the back of his neck. Zhang Yifeng did not underestimate the enemy and restrained the golden light he emitted to protect his body.

At the same time, Zhang Yifeng raised his hand and shot out a huge sword energy, reaching the demon who was attacking behind him.

The demon with cold eyes faced the sword energy that Zhang Yifeng shot, raised the sharp blade in his hand and slashed it horizontally.

In an instant, a powerful demonic energy surged out of his hand, and just one encounter with Zhang Yifeng's sword energy that had never been detrimental to him was dispersed.

"Oh? It's interesting."

Seeing that the sword energy was broken, Zhang Yifeng showed interest on his face.

This was the first opponent he could break through his sword energy after breaking through the Heavenly Fairy Realm. Zhang Yifeng's fighting spirit was aroused.

The demon is not as thoughtful as Zhang Yifeng. After breaking through the sword energy, the sharp blade stabs Zhang Yifeng's heart without changing.

"You are Ji Xing's brother. I don't want to hurt you too much, so I don't use my sharpest sword."

Zhang Yifeng murmured to himself, then raised his hand and started with a black sword. It was the mark of the crack of the sky that had not been used by Zhang Yifeng for a long time.

He gently stroked the sword body, felt the sturdy sword intent coming from the crack of the sky, as if he was telling Zhang Yifeng his desire for battle.

An expectation flashed in his eyes, and Zhang Yifeng held a sword in one hand to face the majestic demon without retreating but advancing.

A afterimage was left on the spot, and the aura of Zhang Yifeng and the demons locked in each other, leaving two phantoms in the sky as they crossed.

Zhang Yifeng, who was passing by, stayed in place, with a slight look on his face.

After touching a small wound that was rapidly healing on his face, Zhang Yifeng suddenly laughed.

"That's interesting, hahaha."

While laughing, the demon who also suffered from Zhang Yifeng's sword was not feeling well.

Sleeping in the air, drops of purple blood flowed out of the wound, and the demonic man's face remained unchanged and covered the wound on his chest.

"You are a good whetstone."

Finally, the demon spoke officially, and a very cold voice came from his mouth, and the person who heard it seemed to be in an infinite abyss of ice.

"Oh? It turns out that I still have a sense of self, but is Whetstone talking about me?"

Zhang Yifeng narrowed his eyes when he heard this and asked the demon.

Faced with Zhang Yifeng's question, the demon obviously had no intention of answering. After the black gas stabilized the chest injury, it rushed towards Zhang Yifeng again.

At the same time, two other ghosts also attacked the pathological youth and others.

The sick young man brought the poisonous green light to contact the two ghosts, and could not cause any effective harm to them.

Seeing this, the sick young man looked slightly dark. Although he had known this possibility, it seems that he has little effect on this battle.

The special skin of the ghost man allows them to resist the violent toxicity, which is why the stronghold supervisor brought these two people with him.
Chapter completed!