Originally, it was supposed to be an urgent time for you to chase after me, but the scene of Wu Dong being killed was unexpectedly staged, everyone was stunned, no one expected that this genius of the Ghost Spirit Sect would be so ruthless.

Lin Xiuqi didn't care about other people's eyes, he was already angry because Duanmu Lin's life was on the line, and Wu Dong had made a lot of difficulties before, so he dared to resist, and he couldn't calm the hatred in his heart if he didn't kill him.

"Still stunned what to do!"

At this moment, the voice of the ghost boy was an absolute order for the monks of the Ghost Spirit Sect, if they were not careful, it would become a life-urging talisman, where did they dare to have a trace of slackness, and rushed towards the Qin family monks at the fastest speed, killing a few people in an instant.

"Withdraw!"

Qin Tongming ordered a retreat without hesitation, he was seriously injured, most of the Qin family monks were injured, and he was already at the end of the crossbow, how could he withstand the mad attack of the monks of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

"Sister, how are you! Please don't die! Don't leave Ling'er alone!"

Sikong Jing quickly came to Duanmulin's side, stuffed a pill into the other party's mouth, and said softly to Duanmu Ling: "Ling'er, don't cry, this little Huoluo Pill is a healing elixir, and it will definitely be able to save your sister's life!"

Duanmu Ling pursed his mouth, forced back his crying, and nodded aggrievedly.

"Wow!"

Duanmulin vomited out a mouthful of blood, her face turned even paler, and her body trembled incessantly.

"How can this be? Fatal wounds can't be healed!"

"Let me see!"

I don't know when, Duanmuli came to everyone's side, but Sikong Jing didn't stop him, but gave way to his position.

Duanmu Li held Duanmulin's arm and probed carefully, however, his face became more and more ugly.

"The Little Huo Luo Dan can't heal Lin'er's injuries, you need the Big Huo Luo Dan!"

"What! Great Activation Luo Dan! That is the precious pill that even the Yuan Ying powerhouse needs in the Jindan period!"

Duanmu Ling began to cry loudly, she grabbed Duanmu Li's arm and whimpered: "Young Master Li, please save your sister! Ling'er is willing to be your maid and maid, please save your sister!"

"Ling'er! Don't mess around!"

Duanmulin said this weak sentence with all her might, she knew that there was no cure, tears flowed down her cheeks, she rubbed her sister's face, and her eyes were full of reluctance.

Duanmu Li let out a long sigh, he knew that Duanmu Lin was fierce and auspicious, and said loudly with the mentality of trying: "I don't know if any of you have a big living pill, please lend me it, and I will return it in the future!"

No one responded!

In fact, Duanmu Li also knew that the Great Huo Luo Pill was extremely precious, and even if someone got it, he would not use it to save others, but he really had nothing to do at this time, even if he contacted the family, it was too late to save people, not to mention that it was impossible for the family to use the Great Huo Luo Dan for Duanmulin.

"Li, young master Li, Lin'er begs you to ......"

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of Ling'er!"

"Thank you!"

"No! Ling'er doesn't want others to take care of her, Ling'er wants her sister to live!

Baili Liancheng also flew over and said, "Senior Brother Duanmu, there is still a chance!"

"What a chance! Senior Brother Baili, say it quickly!"

"Ghost King Ginseng! As long as you have Ghost King Ginseng, you can theoretically heal all injuries!"

"That's right, and the ghost king ginseng!"

Everyone couldn't help but turn their eyes to Sikong Suqing at the front, she was resisting the roar of the ghost king who was several times the sound of the ghost roar, and no matter how hard she exerted, she couldn't advance half an inch.

At this time, the people of the Yin-Yang Academy Palace and other forces had already surpassed the monks of the Mangyuan Society, but they were still some distance away from Sikong Suqing.

Ouyang Yichuan heard the words of Baili Liancheng, he knew that if Duanmu Lin fell, Duanmu Li would definitely not give up, although Fang Cai only made a move to restrain Sikong Suqing, but it did create an opportunity for Qin Tongming to make a move, if he angered the Duanmu family, he would definitely be punished by the family.

"Fellow Daoists, now I don't want to hinder each other, let's go all out to obtain the Ghost King Ginseng, and then make plans, okay?" Ouyang Yichuan proposed.

"Good!"

Duanmuli understood Ouyang Yichuan's intentions, but Duanmulin was in danger, and it might not be long before there would be a return to the light, he was not optimistic about others at all, and decided that only Sikong Suqing had a chance.

"Ling'er, don't cry, Sikong Daoist still has a chance, this ghost king ginseng's roar can't last too long!"

"Woo woo!" Duanmu Ling just cried sadly, and couldn't care about anything else.

All the monks who were approaching the Ghost King Ginseng understood that Sikong Suqing had the greatest chance, whether it was distance or strength, Sikong Suqing had an absolute advantage, but no one would easily give up any opportunity.

"Look! The Yin Soldier is gone! The Ghost King can't hold on!"

I don't know who shouted, and everyone found that the body of the Yin soldier gradually dissipated and turned into a little firefly again, and before it was too late to rejoice, the fireflies quickly converged towards the ghost king ginseng.

"Whew!"

The power of the Ghost King's roar instantly multiplied, and Sikong Suqing was shocked to the point that blood spilled from his mouth and nose.

The attack of the Ghost King Ginseng was not over yet, and all the cyan clouds above the Ghost Cloud Peak had already gathered in the sky.

"Sister!

Sikong Jing tried his best to send the only three phantom spirit sons to Sikong Suqing's side, but he was shocked by the roar of the ghost king.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a green thunder fell from the sky and landed on Sikong Suqing's shoulder, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she unconsciously bit her lip with her teeth.

"President!"

Everyone found that Sikong Suqing's shoulders were scorched black, she was already injured a lot, and it was really difficult to support Qinglei again at this time.

Crushing a phantom spirit child, the faint fragrance reinvigorated Sikong Suqing's spirit that was about to be dissipated, and she felt that the influence of the ghost king's roar had weakened a little, and forcibly took a step.

"Boom!"

Another green thunder fell, Sikong Suqing's body sank, and he almost fell to his knees, and his shaky body stood up again.

At this moment, no one can imagine how much pain this petite body is suffering.

"This, is this the Green Thunder Tribulation!" the Gong family muttered to themselves.

The monks of the three refining families stared blankly at the green clouds in the sky, they remembered that when the elders of the clan were refining weapons, whenever there was an extremely high-quality anti-heaven weapon, it would trigger the thunder tribulation, and the power and feeling of this green thunder were the same as the heavenly tribulation, and it was even much stronger.

Ouyang Yichuan recognized Qing Lei, he hurriedly shook his head towards the Ouyang family and the people of the Yin-Yang Academy, everyone no longer moved forward, but gathered together while retreating.

The same is true of the Gong family, the Yu family, and the Hua family monks, who know that they can't withstand the blows of the green thunder while facing the roar of the ghost king, and even if they simply resist the green thunder, they can't retreat with their whole body.

Seeing Sikong Suqing's tragic situation, they knew that it was pointless to continue to move forward, and no one thought that they could surpass Sikong Suqing, and at the same time, everyone thought that there was no need to fight desperately for the ghost king ginseng, it was better to wait for the other party to take the treasure before making plans.

Of course, even the fall of Sikong Suqing can consume the power of the Ghost King Ginseng, and waiting is the way to kill two birds with one stone.

The three phantom spirit sons have run out, Sikong Suqing is still ten meters away, the power of the ghost king's roar is getting stronger and stronger, no matter how hard she exerts, she can't take a step, in desperation, she said loudly: "I don't know which Taoist friend has met the tomb sheep!"

Ouyang Yichuan said with a smile: "The tomb sheep is treacherous and cunning, its strength is comparable to that of the early Jindan monks, and even higher than the value of the ghost king ginseng, even if it encounters it, it is difficult to obtain the tomb sheep horns!"

Sikong Jing glared at Ouyang Yichuan angrily, how could she not see that the other party was instigating Sikong Suqing to work hard, and she could even imagine the actions that the other party was about to take.

"Boom!"

The third green thunder slashed Sikong Suqing to kneel on one knee, blood stained the spirit robe, she stood up strongly, but her legs were weak, and she knelt down again, this kneeling shattered the hope of the people of the Mangyuan Society, they knew that Sikong Suqing was exhausted.

"Tomb ram's horns are this?"

Everyone looked at the ghost boy in unison, and found that he was holding a sharp horn with a pitch-black body but a jewel luster in his hand.

"How could it be! He got the Tomb Horns!"

Just when everyone was surprised, Ouyang Yichuan flew up one step ahead, he was ecstatic in his heart, and said in an undeniable tone: "Ghost boy, quickly hand over the tomb sheep's horns, otherwise your Ghost Spirit Sect will be in great trouble!"

The ghost boy looked at Ouyang Yichuan, who was attacking with all his might, and showed an evil smile and said, "What do you want?"

He held the tomb sheep's horn and stabbed it out with all his might, only to hear a soft sound of "poof", Ouyang Yichuan's offensive was disintegrated like a clay sculpture, and the sharp horns pierced his body.

The ghost boy was about to kill this person directly, when a hundred spiritual lights struck, he laughed wildly and retreated, looking at Ouyang Yichuan's embarrassed appearance with disdain.

One person from the Ghost Spirit Sect hurriedly said: "My lord, quickly blow the tomb sheep's horns, with this artifact, you may be able to obtain the Ghost King Ginseng!"

Ouyang Yichuan spat out a mouthful of blood, he looked at the ghost boy's eyes with a thick look of jealousy, and laughed loudly: "It's up to you! Unless it is a true Tianjiao who has reached more than seven times before the foundation is built, it is impossible to blow the tomb sheep's horns alone! Ghost boy, I advise you to cooperate with everyone, don't think about swallowing the treasure alone!"

Ouyang Yichuan's words answered the thoughts of the vast majority of people, they didn't believe that the ghost boy could blow the tomb sheep's horns, and they didn't want to see someone be able to swallow the two treasures of the ghost king ginseng and the tomb sheep's horns alone.

The ghost boy took the tip of the tomb sheep's horn in his mouth, transported the spiritual power of his whole body, and blew it out desperately.

"Hmph! pretending to be a ghost, the ghost king ginseng has not been obtained for hundreds of years, and the horns of the tomb sheep are blown out of the legendary ......"

"Woo~~~"

A low and distant voice sounded, at this moment, the surprise in everyone's hearts was incomprehensible, who would have thought that the people of the Ghost Spirit Sect would not only get the tomb horns, but also be able to blow them alone.

They were unwilling, they wanted to go and grab the treasure, but unfortunately, the moment the voice sounded, everyone stood in place as if they had been immobilized.

"Ah!!h

The emperor of the ghost king's ginseng transformation let out a miserable scream, and his body began to dissipate, revealing a huge ginseng with a pitch-black body, this thing has been psychic, it wants to escape but can't do anything, let it use all its strength to tremble in place.

The ghost boy flashed to the side of the ghost king ginseng, grabbed it, sealed it cleanly, and put it into the space ring.

Suddenly, his expression moved, and the thick clouds around him dispersed for a moment, as if he saw a road in the distance, and then a valley as bright as day.

Everyone resumed their actions, and Ouyang Yichuan said viciously with blood on the corner of his mouth: "How can you blow the tomb sheep horns alone! Damn! Quickly hand over the Ghost King Ginseng, this kind of treasure is not something that your Ghost Spirit Sect can protect!"

The Ghost Spirit Sect monk stood in front of the ghost boy for the first time, and the person at the head said righteously: "My lord, you go quickly!

"Good!"

The ghost boy turned around to leave, but Sikong Suqing blocked the way, and she was seriously injured, she did not threaten her, but pleaded and said: "This fellow Daoist, please ......"

Before she finished speaking, the figure of the ghost boy had disappeared, and a black root fell into Sikong Suqing's hand, she was slightly stunned, and then cried with joy.

Duanmulin is saved!

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