"They attach themselves to everyone and absorb their yang energy, they are ghosts!"

Chen Ping smiled, and a strange look appeared in his eyes.

"You mean, those ghosts, or ghosts from the demon race?"

Chen Ping asked this, and the cultivators of the Great Wilderness Sect were not easy to say anything due to his identity as an alchemist in the Alchemy Hall.

What is a demon ghost?

The man realized that what he said seemed a bit contradictory, but at this moment, Chen Ping suddenly punched him hard.

"I think you are the biggest ghost!"

As soon as Chen Ping took action, he was the Thunder Cloud Palm. The powerful palm power carried a slight thunder and lightning force and directly bombarded.

The disciples of the Great Wilderness Sect were stunned. Why did Chen Ping, the alchemist in the alchemy hall, suddenly take action?

However, what shocked them even more was that the man who needed them to save the spirit energy just now suddenly disappeared.

It suddenly disappeared, and then a powerful aura appeared in the distance.

"How did you see me?"

The cold voice was creepy, and the figure of the ordinary man became extremely powerful.

Seeing such a scene, no one understands that the person they saved just now was a ghost.

Chen Ping sneered disdainfully: "Your acting skills are really too clumsy, and you don't think about it. All the people in Qingyang Town have died, so why is it that you are the only one who survives?"

This is indeed a big problem, but he had already thought about how to explain it!

Unfortunately, he met Chen Ping and didn't care about this at all.

"Also, even if you say it's made by a ghost, you'll make it more decent."

Chen Ping didn't believe it from the beginning, and naturally he wouldn't think that this matter would be done by a lonely ghost.

"So what if you see, you guys are going to die!"

The aura on the figure in the air suddenly began to spread, and his territory instantly covered hundreds of meters in an radius.

It was indeed a powerful man from the Chuangying Realm. He was ready to kill all the people who broke in.

Among the cultivators of the Great Wilderness Sect, the strongest cultivation is the fifth level of Juying Realm, but in front of him, he is already weak.

"Form a formation!"

The cultivator led by the Great Wilderness Sect roared, and magic weapons appeared in the hands of more than a dozen cultivators of the Great Wilderness Sect, and immediately formed a strange formation.

Ma Song explained to Chen Ping: "This is the desolate formation of our sect. This formation can completely superimpose their power, and it should be able to barely fight him."

Chen Ping shook his head and said, "It's useless!"

As if to prove Chen Ping's words, the formation formed by these cultivators of the Great Wilderness Sect was broken by a punch by a figure in the air.

More than a dozen cultivators from the Great Wilderness Sect vomited blood and were knocked far away.

"The Eighth Level of Gathering Infant!"

The face of the monk led by the Great Wilderness Sect changed. If it was the sixth and seventh level of the Juying Sect, he would still be a little sure of using the formation of the Great Wilderness Sect.

But the other party is in the eighth level of the gathering infant, so there is no chance at all.

"I know it too late!"

This man gently pinched the places where the cultivators of the Great Wilderness Sect were. The surrounding world seemed to be pinching in his hands. He could take the lives of these people at any time.

However, at this moment, a light shout came from the air. The territory of the cultivator of the eighth level of the cultivator in the cultivator seemed to have been destroyed, and he did not dare to attack the cultivators of the Great Wilderness Sect.
Chapter completed!