"I'm Cao, don't come here!"

"I'm Cao, stay away from me!"

"Don't come here!!"

"Damn ......"

Not much.

Zhang Feng chased after the four ghost cultivators.

But Zhang Feng is not in a hurry.

After all, even if this new ghost cultivator is also timid, there will definitely be bold ones in the future.

And then......

Zhang Feng chased after the five ghost cultivators.

Zhang Feng is not in a hurry.

He didn't believe that there was no bold ghost cultivator who made a move on him.

After all, he was covered with a mediocre Qi Refining Period aura.

And then.

Zhang Feng chased after the six ghost cultivators.

Zhang Feng is not in a hurry.

And then.

Zhang Feng chased after the seven ghost cultivators.

Zhang Feng is not in a hurry.

And then ......

Looking at the ghost cultivator who was pressing in front of him and running for his life, Zhang Feng was anxious.

Nineteen!!

Nineteen ghosts have been repaired!

Big brother, you have all increased to nineteen ghost cultivators one by one!

Together, these nineteen ghost cultivators who are comparable to the infancy stage are enough to destroy the eighteen holy sons behind me, but you are still running?

None of them dared to make a move?

Zhang Feng really never expected that after those ghost cultivators saw him, they would turn their heads and run away without exception, without hesitation at all.

Not a single daring!

Actually, I don't blame people for ghost cultivation......

When a ghost cultivator saw a qi cultivator actually chasing after a dozen ghost cultivators who were on par with him, and those dozen ghost cultivators were still in a panic of fleeing for their lives......

The ghost doesn't run!

This must be running, the person chasing after must be a big terror.

Otherwise, what are the dozen or so ghosts running away?

What Zhang Feng thought before was that if the three of them become tigers, there will be courage when there are more people.

But in fact, it's not bad for three people to become tigers.

But the problem is that when there are more cowards, the rest of the people will also become cowardly...... Three people become tigers, and ten people become dogs.

In the end, Zhang Feng actually chased a group of ghost cultivators and ran wildly in Qitian Road.

"Don't run!"

"Wori, there are so many of you, what are you afraid of?"

"Come, you guys join forces to beat me, you will definitely beat me to death!

"Do you trust me once, as long as you make a move, I will definitely die here!"

"Believe me, I'm really just a Qi refining period!, and I don't have any strength now!"

Zhang Feng chased frantically, and shouted angrily at the ghost cultivators in front of him who were fleeing for their lives.

When those ghost cultivators heard this, their expressions were extremely complicated.

"Big brother, don't say it, you said it all the way, do you think we believe it?"

"That is, if we beat you back, we can beat you to death, if that's the case, can you run after us, and kill yourself?"

"You're just trying to trick us into stopping, and then strangled us here!"

"Qi refining period, your family Qi cultivation period cultivator can run so fast, and still chase so many ghost cultivators from us, he is not cowardly at all?"

"You also know that there are so many of us, so you are still chasing? You will definitely be able to kill all of us, so you are chasing!

The ghost cultivators shouted frantically.

The tone was particularly aggrieved.

It's really that this big guy is so shameless, I have to lie to them with these words, Che, do you really think that we people in the underworld have no brains?

"Big guy, don't pretend anymore, you are a peerless master who hides his breath!"

The ghost cultivators see through the truth.

Zhang Feng: "......"

Zhang Feng didn't expect the plot to develop like this.

I just wanted to die.

Why did you chase a dozen ghost cultivators who fled for their lives in a hurry?

I really just want to die......

Zhang Feng sighed.

These ghost cultivators, are they sick?

But then, Zhang Feng's eyes lit up.

Ahead, it seems to be a battlefield?

More than a dozen figures and hundreds of ghost cultivators are fighting together, and those humans are about to die?

Zhang Feng was overjoyed.

That's great!

There are hundreds of ghost cultivators on those battlefields.

Sure to kill yourself!

And those ghost cultivators who were chased by Zhang Feng also saw it, their eyes lit up, and they all turned around and rushed towards that battlefield.

In the middle of the battlefield.

More than a dozen figures stood together.

Men and women, ranging in age from their thirties to hundreds of years old, were wearing all kinds of clothes, stained with blood, and embarrassed, and they could no longer see the original appearance of those clothes, but it was certain that these clothes were different, and they seemed to be the uniforms of different sects.

But between these men and women, without exception, they are all literary and Taoist people.

Those who practice are also in the same vein of literature and Taoism, or hold a long scroll in their hands, read aloud, or write with a pen, and kill the enemy with words.

But in the face of the siege of hundreds of ghost cultivators, everyone was already at the end of their crossbows.

"Brother Zhang Ziyuan, we may really be done now. A woman swiped with a stroke, her aura was agitated, and she repelled a ghost cultivator, but she was also slapped by the ghost cultivator, and her shoulders instantly turned black, exuding a black netherworld aura, and her vitality was rapidly lost.

"It's a pity that I've been trapped here for so many years, and I've persevered. ”

"There are so many ghost cultivators in the underworld this time...... I'm afraid I'm going to die here. ”

"Brother Zhang Ziyuan, you retreat first, I'll help you hold ......"

The situation of these people of Wendao is already precarious, so they can only grit their teeth and persevere.

The old man who took the lead looked at the men and women beside him who were fighting to the death with the ghost cultivators, and sighed.

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

The old man suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Three hundred years. ”

"The old man has been trapped in this divergent road for three hundred years. ”

"Fortunately, I have you as my companion for the past three hundred years...... Although I can't preach and solve the doubts for the Confucian students in the world in the Zhang family, I can let the holy sons who have been trapped in the road of divergent heaven in the past generations enter my Zhangjia Wendao and survive to this day, and the old man's life is enough!"

"Guys, you retreat!"

"With the old man here, these ghost cultivators want to take a step forward!"

As the old man spoke, he suddenly took a step forward, and his majestic aura exploded, shaking all the men and women who were fighting fiercely with the ghost cultivators behind him.

The old man is full of culture, spurting thin, rich as flowing water, burning like a blazing flame!

"You go!"

The old man lifted the pen, vomited blood into ink, and slowly walked towards those ghost cultivators.

The men and women looked at the old man reluctantly, but in the end they all gritted their teeth and bowed respectfully.

"The Holy Son of the Sword Heart Holy Sect two hundred years ago, Jian Wushuang, thank you Brother Zhang Ziyuan for many years of Wendao teaching!"

"One hundred and fifty years ago, the Holy Son of the Sword Tomb, Lin Han, please send Brother Zhang Ziyuan!"

"One hundred and twenty years ago in the Mirror Moon Holy Mountain, the Holy Son of the Mirror Moon Mountain, thank you Brother Zhang Ziyuan for his protection in Qitian Road all these years!"

“......”

The old man didn't look back, endured the pain of burning his soul, gritted his teeth and said, "Hurry up!"

The men and women reluctantly turned their heads.

Leave quickly......

Wait a minute.

What is that?

The men and women, who were badly wounded and about to flee, stopped and looked at the black, rushing thing behind them.