The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

　　 The scarlet ghost killed Cheng San while raising his hand. No one on the ground dared to dissuade him, and his body was creeping lower. The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi who had made a deal with Cheng San was shivering even more, kneeling on the ground and daring not to let it out.

　　 "Huh! Useless trash, after all these years, it is still a level 2 Qi training, and it is worth more than a dozen mortals to sacrifice you."

　　 The red-faced ghost was still angry, and he rushed to the bottom of the human body: "The task given to you, if anyone dares to sneak and **** in the future, he will take your own life!"

　　 The remaining seven monks knocked their heads on the ground like garlic, and said quickly: "Don't dare!"

　　 The scarlet ghost saw everyone panicking, and only then showed a hint of satisfaction. But the next moment he raised his eyebrows and suddenly looked into the crowd.

　　 "It's bad!" Liang Yan said heartily.

　　 He is conceited that he has the aura of heavenly secret beads covering his cultivation base, and it is impossible for a red-faced ghost to see through. But Li Xiran next to him is not necessarily the same, and the eighth level of Qi training with a red-faced ghost may not be able to hide it.

　　 Liang Yan dropped both hands naturally, and leaned toward the storage bag around his waist inadvertently. In the unlikely event that the Crimson-faced Ghost gets into trouble, he can't stand by and watch.

　　 But the scarlet ghost just glanced at the crowd in doubt, then shook his head and returned to sit on the futon, seeming to find nothing.

　　 Liang Yan put his hands on the storage bag and then let go, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. But he glanced at Li Xiran sideways, and said in his heart:

　　 "This woman is really unfathomable."

The red-faced ghost sat down in the middle and stretched out his hand to point to the middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi: "After the last sacrifice, there are still more than 20 people left to sacrifice. Go and pull the people out and divide them into the ones you brought today. Eight groups, no less than 20 people in each group."

　　 The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi hurriedly responded: "The villain understands!" He got up from the ground and walked into a cave behind the scarlet ghost.

　　 Not long after, the Tsing Yi people brought more than 20 people to sacrifice, and divided them into eight groups with all the mortals in the field, and let each group stand behind a brazier.

　　 After everyone sat down, the scarlet ghost nodded and said:

"After the last sacrifice, my skill has reached the peak of the 8th floor of Qi training, which is only one step away from the 9th floor of Qi training. If I can successfully sacrifice these people this time, I will be able to break through to the 9th floor of Qi training. , When the time comes, the'Monkey King of Amount' will be captured!"

　　 The seven monks said respectfully: "My lord's mana is boundless and invincible!"

　　 The red-faced ghost waved his hand and shouted: "Okay, it's a quick battle!"

　　 The seven monks received the order, and they sat cross-legged behind a brazier in seven directions, forming a magic trick with their hands on their chests, and chanting words in their mouths.

　　 Boom! The brazier in front of them was full of flames. Like the brazier that Cheng San was thrown into before, the heart of the fire showed a faint blue color, like eight groups of ghost fires.

The red-faced ghost also has a serious face, with a single palm on his chest, and a black air uttered with his mouth open. The black air hovered and flew out and condensed into an elliptical arch in mid-air. As the red-faced ghost's technique changes, it faintly spreads inside. There was a cry of evil spirits.

　　 After half a stick of incense, the red-faced ghost suddenly shouted, and pointed one hand at the arch in the air. The black air there suddenly turned up and down, as if something was struggling to crawl out of the arch.

　　 The red-faced ghost has a pair of red eyes, staring at the arch, his apple squirming slightly, and a look of excitement and enthusiasm.

　　哧哧! There was a tingling sound from inside the arch, like the feeling of a pair of sharp claws passing through the heart, making people distraught and restless.

Liang Yan secretly lucked out "the heart is not determined," and at the same time urged the heavenly gems to cover the fluctuations of mana, which calmed the irritable mood, and the seven formation cultivators were not so lucky, and all of them showed pain. The color, some unbearable, even left blood from the ears.

　　 Accompanied by this weird sound, the black air in the arch was so full that a hideous ghost claw was actually protruding from it.

　　 Liang Yan was slightly surprised, and when he looked at it, he saw that the ghost claws were two feet long, and the fingers were taller than a person. There was ghostly air on it, sharp nails, and black smoke rising from it, faintly emitting a stench.

　　 After the ghost claw came out of the arch, he immediately fumbled around, as if he couldn't figure out the direction for a while, and he seemed to be looking for something.

Seeing this scene, the red-faced ghost had a more excited expression on his face. He muttered some weird syllables in his mouth, as if singing some weird song. At the same time, he struck out two palms in the air. Claws go.

　　 As soon as the gray yin air hit the ghost claws, it immediately gave him a sense of direction, and he didn't seem to be confused anymore. Instead, he crawled out of the arch bit by bit and stretched towards the scarlet ghost.

　　 This scene is very strange. From Liang Yan's point of view, it is not so much the ghost claws reaching towards the red-faced ghost, it is better to say that the red-faced ghost is pulling the ghost claws to him. It's just that the speed is extremely slow, and the half-zhuxiang time passed, and the ghost claw only reached halfway between the two of them.

　　 He observed in secret for a long time, seeing the red-faced ghost staring at the ghost claws, and seemed to devote all his attention to the spell. Can not help but can't help thinking of hands-on. He glanced at Li Xiran and saw that her expression was excited, she was no longer the pretended dull color before, and one hand was pressing on the storage bag, knowing that she was about to endure her limit.

　　 "With me and her, under the violent sneak attack, I don't know if he can fight this scarlet ghost. But he is doing his best to cast the spell at the moment. If he wants to save these people, it may be the best time now."

　　It is strange to say that he didn't care about the life and death of these people. What he thought in his mind was to use the opportunity of the red-faced ghosts to fight with the monkey group to get the spirit monkey wine to save his life. But at this moment, when he saw these more than one hundred and eighty lives, he couldn't help but moved his heart of compassion.

　　 He asked himself that he was not an eager warrior, but he really wanted him to die. Seeing the lives of more than one hundred people was lost, it seemed that it was not so easy to do.

　　 Liang Yan sighed secretly in his heart: "Never mind, life and death depends on God's will!"

　　 Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, turned his head to look at Li Xiran, but at the moment he wanted to remind Li Xiran to do it, he suddenly heard a roar from the jungle, powerful and deaf.

Liang Yan and Li Xiran looked at the same time, and saw a huge ape swinging out of the forest, with a pure gold forehead and a few wisps of white beard under his mouth. It looked like a secular old man, holding a big ebony stick, staring fiercely. The monk at the scene.

　　 There were four much smaller monkeys behind him, standing in groups of two behind him, with their foreheads all in the color of pure gold, and looking at the red-faced ghosts with unkind faces.

"The stick-holding monkey in the middle has reached the early stage of the eighth level of Qi training. It should be what they call the monkey king! It's just that its aura is still a bit unstable, and it seems that it hasn't been too long since the monkey king has just advanced." Yan said in his heart.

　　The red-faced ghost was also taken aback, but he was at the critical moment of the operation. If he was distracted to fight the Monkey King, he would inevitably give up all his previous efforts and had to gritted his teeth and shouted:

　　 "Take the medicine quickly, make a big formation of ghosts, and help me delay half of the incense!"

The monks who were sitting cross-legged in front of the brazier showed a hesitant look on their faces, but this expression only flashed by, and the next moment they made up their minds, almost at the same time took out a blue pill from the storage bag. Swallow in the mouth.

After these monks swallowed the pill, their aura skyrocketed, and they went from the third qi training level to the fourth qi training level. Liang Yan secretly shook his head after seeing this. Such kind of pills that force cultivation level in a short period of time generally have great side effects. Some can even destroy their own road foundation, and the immortal road will be cut off ever since.

　　 But these monks swallowed the pill so decisively, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can see from this point that the ghoul sect is under the strict control, and those who dare not follow their lives will have a hard time trying to die.

　　 After the monks swallowed the pill, their eyes were red, and a faint blue smoke appeared on their heads. But they didn't seem to feel it, and at the same time they raised their hands and punched a magic trick into the brazier in front of them.

　　 The fire in those braziers soared, and blue flames were shot out of them, towards the monkeys.

　　 Seeing the fire and rain in the sky, the monkey king was not afraid, and after roaring to the sky, he waved the giant stick in his hand and hit the flames.

Although the blue fires were aggressive, they were swept away by the monkey king’s ebony sticks, and they all staggered and scattered around. Some of them were even knocked upside down and flew back. One of the blue fires happened to be hit by someone sitting cross-legged in front of the brazier. A ghoul cultivator of practice.

　　 "Ah!" The monk let out a scream, no longer paying attention to the sect decrees, jumped up from the ground, and kept casting spells to extinguish the flames on his body.

　　 You can let his spells run out, and the faint blue fire on his body is always like a tarsal maggot, and it can't be extinguished. However, after a few breaths, the monk was already covered by blue fire, rolling on the ground in pain, and he could no longer use a spell.

　　 With an obsession to survive, he crawled towards the other monk without giving up, stretched one hand forward, and yelled, "Brother, help me!"

　　 The monk whom he called the brother, saw him crawling towards him, with a trace of horror on his face, he hurriedly pinched a few magic tricks and hit him.

　　 I saw a flash of black air, hitting the man into his stomach, and lying motionless on the ground, the "senior brother" reached out and wiped the sweat bead on his forehead with lingering fear.

　　Wait until the blue fire on the ground faded, and then took a closer look, the previous person who was in the fire had burnt so much that there were no bones left.