How come there are so many ghosts?

How powerful is this ghost demon cultivator Jiang Peng?

The black clouds rolled in the air and the undercurrents were rising and falling in the water. The great immortal cultivator sects who soared into the sky just saw this scene, and all seemed to have encountered a natural enemy of the yellow sheep, which made Cheng Qian see the stalemate and fear of being fierce and cowardly from their rigor.

The sound of thunder in the air slashed half of the human world under the sound of "Kara". A ball of dark black passed through the air like a dragon entering the sea. Only then did everyone see clearly that someone had already sat slanted on the black clouds.

The man was wearing a gray robe, with a terminally ill face with a haggard and grayish-defeated face, with his eyelids hanging down, and he looked like a ghost, looking down at the clouds.

Cheng Qian glanced at Yan Zhengming's back of his hand, which was pinching the window lattice, and all the veins jumped out.

The demon cultivator suddenly showed up, and Cheng Qianxin jumped out of countless incredible things. He suspected that the eldest brother had something wrong with his ears. Has the master really called this senior brother?

Cheng Qian could not imagine that this person was also produced by Fuyaoshan in a mess.

What master can hand over two such apprentices?

The senior immortals cherish their lives more than Cheng Qian imagined, but no one dared to be the devil's head and the sky. I don't know how long it took to shirk responsibility before someone was pushed out to break the deadlock.

I saw the old white-bearded man on the boat next door coming out, gently knocking on the deck with a crutch in his hand, hesitated, and said in the customer's words: "We are going to Qinglong Island to go to the ten-year fairy city appointment. I wonder what is the purpose of fellow Daoist Jiang blocking here?"

He was almost flattering, and the big devil looked like he didn't buy it very much.

"The most important event in Xianshi in ten years, how many juniors have emerged, how lively..." Jiang Peng, who looked like a tuberculosis on the cloud, spoke. His voice was soft and soft, and every word was sticky, but it made people feel chill all over. He always felt that he was about to spit fangs at the bottom of the mouth.

Jiang Pengs smiled politely and said, "I'm just here to join in the fun and see if there are seedlings that can be cultivated. With your qualifications, you may not need to be so nervous."

This was the first time Cheng Qian saw the ghost cultivator. He felt completely different from the few words he saw on the wall. He felt almost shocked.

What kind of face can you live like this even if you live like a person without being a human or a ghost? Even if you are able to live like a thousand-year-old turtle with 80,000-year-old turtle?

Who cares about him? Who will take him seriously? Who will take him seriously?

The white-bearded old man was stabbed by a soft and hard way, and his skin twitched slightly, and he couldn't say anything.

The two sides almost stalemate on the stormy sea - since the other party had only one person, even silence was quite embarrassing at this time.

Cheng Qian couldn't help but hold the wooden sword on his waist and said to himself: "I want to have a sword like them, and they do that, so let him get out and make way."

In fact, he had such an impulse, but he knew it without any impulse. He said he was fighting with the big devil, and he couldn't even break the hand that the eldest brother pressed on his shoulder because he was tall.

Finally, someone dared to speak out from the immortal sects on the ship. He heard the silence breaking through the angry slightest and shouted: "Evil Demons and Heretics, get out!"

Just these words attracted everyone's eyes. Cheng Qian was wrong and Yan Zhengming broke free with his hand. He bravely stretched out his upper body and lay on the window, wanting to see who was talking.

He was a woman who looked like she was in her twenties and thirties, and she was very young, but there was no sun and moon in the mountains, and practitioners could do whatever it took to them. Being young would not mean anything.

She stood on the boat that cost five cents a lot, probably a little short of money. She was wearing a robe that was half a man and not a woman. She had a small patch on the cuffs. She was wearing a ragged package and a sword, and even the scabbard was rusted.

This nun accurately interprets what it means to be "graceful", let alone any color.

Cheng Qian's ears were very sharp and he heard the whispers of the sword cultivators not far away.

"Who is that? Are you afraid of your life?"

"Shh--that's the real person Tang Wanqiu of Mulanshan."

"What? She is... that Tang Wanqiu? The one who practices the 'mad' sword..."

"Why is she here too?"

"Oh...but a mere silly... I'm really overestimating my ability."

Cheng Qian's ear tips, and he heard the three words "Mu Lanshan" keenly in the noise of the film.

Her surname is also Tang... What does it have to do with that male ghost Tang Zhen?

Unable to think about it, the large group of ghosts in the air who were not sad or happy turned to Tang Wanqiu. The black clouds surged with endless evil intentions. The boatman was so scared that he curled himself into a group, wishing he could not throw himself into the sea.

Jiang Peng swept Tang Wanqiu's eyes and didn't take her at all. He suddenly whistled his lips, and the sound of a sharp sound was like a thorn, and it pierced everyone's ears straight. Cheng Qian felt the roaring waves in his ears. For a moment, he almost suspected that he was deaf.

Immediately afterwards, all the ghosts condensed into black dragons and rushed towards the Mai Taoist nun on the broken boat. The boatman screamed and finally couldn't bear it. He threw himself into the water in a hurry. He had not yet made a move. The ghost grabbed his ankle and bit it.

The boatman was almost bitten by the evil ghost and became a thorn. The bright sword light suddenly attacked, leaving the ghost's head and neck separate.

Tang Wanqiu's sword looked gray, but it was very clear and bright inside, almost dazzling. I saw this dirty woman standing on the broken bow, holding the sword, and thousands of ghosts wrapped her alone in it.

No matter how bright the sword light is, it can only hide in this thick black fog. The harsh ghost crying and laughter mixed with the sound of the sea water. Tang Wanqiu was hidden in the black fog almost instantly, and only occasionally showed a little embarrassed whereabouts.

She was alone on the storm, even though she was embarrassed, she was almost cold.

She seemed to not care about other people's views in order to protect themselves. The too abrupt edges on her face were extremely firm, and she seemed to have become a living sarcasm.

Cheng Qian looked so hard that he didn't blink. He quickly made a mistake. Tang Wanqiu's sword light flew up and down, which seemed majestic, but in fact it was a dead end.

However, the demon cultivator always sat leisurely on the clouds with his legs raised up, watching the fun. The ghost waves were not yet calmed, and the waves rose again, as if they were gathering in the air and then rushed towards Tang Wanqiu.

Cheng Qian frowned and vaguely felt that Zhenren Tang could not really beat that demon cultivator.

There is no reason why evil is invincible. The big devil is powerful. No matter how hard she is, she is just flesh and blood.

Suddenly, Tang Wanqiu suppressed her scream in his throat. She saw that the boat she was stepping on was overwhelmed and it was split in half. Tang Zhenren barely stepped on his sword, rose up with the sword, and was soon suppressed by the ghosts. Time was dangerous.

Someone exclaimed, but no one helped her.

At this moment, the feather arrow suddenly emerged from the sky, condensed into the afterimage of the Taoist Taoist shadow in the air, piercing the black mist wrapped around Zhenren Tang mercilessly. When the tail feather broke through the air, it made a hoarse and sharp cry. Before the ghosts panic, they had retreated, but the feather arrows continued to fly straight to the demon cultivator on the clouds, as sharp as the first light piercing through the darkness at dawn.

Cheng Qian turned his head suddenly and saw his master in shock.

At some point, Mu Chun left the big ship and stood on the dilapidated small boat. The boatman's original passenger had long known where to hide. The Mu Chun was wet and his clothes were pressed against him.

His slightly hunched back was thin and could not hide, just like a shivering old bird.

Compared to him, even the poor Tang Wanqiu had more appearances.

Cheng Qian thought without thinking, he pushed Li Yun away and ran out of the cabin and slammed on the side of the ship. He saw his master holding an ordinary bow and arrow in his hand, probably the original passenger hung on the ship, and there were wood chips in his nails, as if he had temporarily engraved some talisman on the bow and arrow.

And the stunning arrow seemed to have exhausted all his strength. Mu Chun seemed a little depressed. He supported himself with his bow and stood barely on the shaking boat, just like a shivering leaf trembling in the autumn wind.

The demon cultivator was forced to be very passive by the arrow. He turned over and rolled down from the black clouds, hanging in the air, staring coldly at the real person Mu Chun on the ship.

True Man Mu Chun opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it. After a while, he smiled softly and whispered: "Jiang Peng."

"Han Muchun." A indescribable smile appeared on the magic cultivator's face, "You, very, Han Muchun, half of the people who are not ghosts, dare to stand up for others."

True Man Mu Chun slowly stopped his waist, which seemed to have been hunched for thousands of years, and met the big demon's gaze without hiding or avoiding. For a moment, his goatee beard seemed to show a slightly obscene and teasing smile, and said, "Not talented."

Jiang Peng's face changed, and he waved his sleeves. In an instant, all the ghosts in the sky disappeared. He was alone and he said miserably: "He is an ant who is overestimating his abilities, a waste who is not human. He just got into my soul lamp and sent me to the Beiming..."

As he said, the sea waves stirred up huge waves, and the dark sea water suddenly boiled and rolled up like a boil. In a moment, a giant dragon with water condensation broke out of the water, and the violent tail swept, and the formation was immediately overturned.

True Man Mu Chun glanced back at Cheng Qian's eyes not far away, and pulled out the smiley Mu Jian from his waist with a smile. Just as he was about to hit the stone with an egg, his arm was suddenly bound by an invisible force.

Mu Chun's face finally changed, and at this moment, a voice in his ear said, "You move, I'll deal with him."

Before Mu Chun could react, an ancient copper coins automatically rolled out of his sleeves.

The copper coin fell to the ground, and a layer of white smoke floated on it, instantly blending into the abundant water vapor aroused by the water dragon, and quietly rising up.

At this time, the scene was chaotic. The real person Mu Chun who was still funny just now looked at the huge water dragon in a daze. His face changed a few times, and finally he fell into an extremely serious state.

The water dragon opened its mouth and was about to bite the big ship. Suddenly, it felt something and froze in the air. After a while, it turned into a mass of water vapor for no reason and fell into the water, causing continuous waves.

No one expected this incident. Even Jiang Peng took a few steps back and said in a sequel: "Who?"

The water vapor dissipated, and the black shadows gathered from all directions calmly, and finally became a personal figure in the place where the water dragon had just appeared, but the face was still not clear.
Chapter completed!