"You're the only one left."

Zhang Heng snapped his fingers and glanced at the black fog around him with a calm expression.

Zhang Heng was trapped in the ghost shadow mystery formation of the ghost master, but he killed the tiger immortal master who ran away in the distance while talking and laughing. The spiritual weapon Yue Shang passed through the cold and charming glory, and flew towards him with a "swish".

From beginning to end, Zhang Heng used his own mind and two uses, and his natal spiritual weapon killed two immortal masters in a row, without any suspense.

Even the monk wearing defensive spirit weapons could not resist Zhang Heng's attack at this moment, let alone these ordinary casual cultivators who were in a "naked" state.

Although the ghost mystery formation has trapped Zhang Heng, making it impossible for the other party to exert all its strength, the ghost master felt a deep uneasy in his heart.

Seeing that the other party had killed two Qi Refining cultivators in a row in just a dozen breaths, and used their bodies to resist their attacks, the ghost master began to give in.

Everyone on the ground was even more shocked. The battle in the sky was naturally not comparable to those of them.

Seeing that the two immortal masters in their minds were killed by Zhang Heng in an understatement, some were happy and some were worried.

So far, there are as many as three immortal masters who died at Zhang Heng's hands. Including the escaped Zhuge Immortal Master, Zhang Heng has defeated four immortal masters.

"Prince...what should we do?"

There was a sense of worry in the eyes of the old man in common.

King Wei of Qi stared at the battle in the sky, took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "It is impossible to escape now... I hope he can abide by the iron law that cultivators cannot interfere with the order of the secular world."

The old man in a civilian nodded, but was also a little worried.

The so-called non-interference in order is also from a broad perspective. As long as ordinary immortals do not interfere with human wars or assassinate the emperor, they do not interfere with the order of the secular world.

If a cultivator kills a few ordinary people, no one will ask about it.

"Master, can we leave the palace soon..."

Bingwei said with joy.

Master Zou Xian smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang's strength was completely beyond my expectations! But this ghost master doesn't seem to be so easy to solve."

Ling Tian stared at the black fog surrounding the two of them with a look of awe and yearning. He saw that there were shadows moving inside, and the fight seemed to be very fierce.

Everyone on the ground understood that the last battle in the sky would determine their future destiny.

"Today you either die or I live!"

The eyes of the three ghost masters were flashing with strange red lights, and the fingernails half-inch long on their hands were surrounded by black ghost mist, emitting a gloomy aura.

"call out!"

At this moment, the spiritual weapon Yue Shang was flying towards Zhang Heng.

The faces of the three ghost masters changed at the same time, so naturally they would not give Zhang Heng a chance to manipulate the spiritual weapon, and they rushed towards Zhang Heng from three directions.

"Shit" -"

The six ghost claws grabbed Zhang Heng's body frantically, making a harsh howling sound in the air.

Facing the six ghost claws that were even more terrifying than the Nine Yin White Bone Claws, Zhang Heng did not move, and a silver light shone on his whole body, wrapping his whole body.

"Puff puff puff..."

The three ghost masters enveloped Zhang Heng and launched a series of storm-like attacks, and their sharp ghost claws grabbed Zhang Heng strongly.

Zhang Heng's body remained motionless and allowed the opponent to attack.

And at this moment, Yue Shang had already flew closer, and Zhang Hengyi stretched out his hand and held it in his hand.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Heng did not use Yue Shang, but took it back into his body.

Zhang Heng's actions naturally attracted the attention of the ghost master. Seeing that a series of attacks could not hurt the opponent, the three identical ghost masters stopped.

Swish swish swish swish!

In a triangle, three ghost masters shrouded in the black fog surrounded Zhang Heng.

"It's my turn!"

Zhang Heng sneered, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and then appeared behind one of the ghost masters.

"Bang!"

Zhang Heng punched the ghost master in the head.

The brain burst, and the ghost master turned into a shadow in an instant and entered the body of one of the ghost masters.

"Tsk tsk! Let's take it out together, see how many shadows you have."

Zhang Heng's figure flashed again and attacked the ghost master who had received the shadow.

The ghost master's expression changed, his figure flashed, and he avoided Zhang Heng's attack.

It seems that this ghost master is the real body!

Obviously, in terms of speed, the Ghost Master and Zhang Heng are comparable, but in terms of body skills, Zhang Heng is a few points worse than the other party.

Huh! Another shadow ghost master rushed towards Zhang Heng from behind, and his ghost claws grabbed Zhang Heng's back forehead.

Zhang Heng stretched out a hand and directly grabbed the shadow ghost master's arm.

"Huh!"

Zhang Heng discovered that the shadow ghost master's arm was not like a real entity. Although he grabbed it, he always felt unreal.

"puff!"

A silver flame suddenly surged from Zhang Heng's hand, burning along the body of the shadow ghost master.

In a flash, Yin Yan covered the shadow ghost master.

"How could you... be possible?"

The original ghost master stared at Zhang Heng in doubt, and looked at the shadow ghost master who was swallowed by the silver flame in fear.

After destroying this shadow ghost master, no shadow escaped from it anymore. It seemed that he had been swallowed by silver flames.

"Hehe, it's your turn!"

A ball of silver flame surged from Zhang Heng's hand, and there was a hint of playing with it in his eyes.

The ghost master felt a terrifying aura from this silver flame, and it was this thing that killed an invisible and qualitative shadow of him.

The last time the Ghost Master was "killed" by Zhang Heng, he had already tasted the power of the other party. Although he was not sure to beat Zhang Heng, he thought that the other party could not cause fatal damage to him. Otherwise, he would not have come to provoke Zhang Heng, a terrifying existence comparable to a turtle shell.

But he never expected that Zhang Heng's practice of martial arts was known as refining all tangible and intangible things in the world.

At this moment, the ghost master immediately retreated, stared at Zhang Heng with a sinister look, then flashed, and he was about to escape.

"Want to escape?"

Zhang Heng smiled, his hands suddenly shook, and dozens of silver lights as small as silver needles blocked all the retreat of the ghost master.

What's even more terrifying is that these silver rays contain a small amount of silver flames.

Saw!

The silver light like drizzle covered the ghost master.

The ghost master gritted his teeth, and a shadow suddenly appeared in his body. A storm of ghost fire rose up in his body, and all the ghost fog around him was sucked in front of him.

"Puff puff puff!"

The shadow was instantly penetrated by the silver light and began to burn constantly. In the blink of an eye, it was swallowed by the silver flames and dried up.

The ghost fog around the ghost master's body was also penetrated by the blows of many silver lights, and the silver flames fell on the green ghost fire.

“Wait 1

After only a moment of resistance, the ghost fire was swallowed by the silver flame. The level of this ghost fire was not as good as the blue flame of Nanming, so naturally there was no power to resist in front of the silver flame.

At this time, the ghost master cried out, abandoning the ghost fire and fleeing to the distance.

"It's so dangerous!"

The ghost master broke out in a cold sweat, abandoned the two shadows he had practiced for many years, but saved his life.

Zhang Heng was also a little surprised, but he didn't expect that the ghost master could escape the disaster in the end.

Just as he was about to call Yue Shang out to chase the other party, a middle-aged man in Confucian robe suddenly appeared in front of the ghost master, with a gentle smile on his lips:

"My fellow ghost teacher, where are you going?" (To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please log in.readnovel., more chapters, support the author and support genuine reading!)
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