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A few seconds later, Wen Zhuliu, a well-known figure in the Immortal Gate, collapsed in his alchemy hand. At this time, less than two minutes had passed since he and Wei Wuxian fought.

Wei Wuxian used his personal experience to prove to everyone the role that mysterious skills can play in battle.

First locked, unable to escape, and then attacked, the defense power is reduced by 50%, and the spiritual power is reduced by 30%. Wen Zhuliu wants to withstand the attack of Wei Wuxian's black tornado and skeleton soldiers , is naturally impossible.

In fact, in the original book, he was tortured to death by Wei Wuxian who returned from the mass grave with ghost skills. Although the current Wei Wuxian is not as good at ghost skills as he was in the original book, with his five Soul skills, calling him a ghost master in this world is well-deserved, even if his cultivation base is slightly inferior, but it is not difficult to deal with him.

After all, cultivation is not equal to combat power, not to mention that after Wen Zhuliu's spiritual power has dropped by 30%, his cultivation is not as good as his own!

"Oh, it's done." After successfully hitting the opponent, the Nether Summoning Soul Skill disappeared. Looking at the blood on the corner of the mouth in front of him, he stretched out his finger and pointed at himself, and fell face to the ground after saying the word "you". Wen Zhuliu, Wei Wuxian clapped his hands, a bright smile appeared on his face.

Then, he turned his gaze to Wen Chao, and asked, "Does Second Young Master Wen think I have a place to speak here?"

Wen Chao: "..."

How should I answer, and if I say no, will I be beaten to death?

Looking at Wei Wuxian who looked harmless to humans and animals with a bright smile on his face, Wen Chao swallowed, took a few steps back, and then took a deep breath before saying to Wei Wuxian, "You, you You, how dare you become an enemy of my Qishan Wen Sect?"

"Oh? It's obvious that you came here uninvited and came here to trouble our Yunmengjiang Sect, but after being beaten to the ground by me, you said that I am your enemy. It sounds like you mean troublemakers Is it me?" Wei Wuxian said to Wen Chao without putting away his Martial Soul, slapping his palm with the ghost flute Chen Qing in his hand.

"I...Wen Zhuliu, Wen Zhuliu, get up for me, do you hear me?" Wei Wuxian was so choked that he didn't know what to say, Wen Chao turned to Wen Zhuliu who was lying on the ground, hoping He could stand up and protect himself. After all, without him, he would have no chance of winning against the Shangjiang family with the hundreds of monks behind him, let alone Wei Wuxian in front of him, who was really weirdly tight.

It's really unexpected that he also practiced heretics!

"Stop shouting, although he didn't die, he suffered my fourth soul ability head-on, and now he has lost consciousness, and his injury won't heal within a month or two." Wei Wuxian said casually.

"What, one or two months? Also, what is a soul skill?" Wen Chao asked with wide-eyed eyes.

Wei Wuxian: "No comment."

Wen Chao: "..."

"Amitabha!" Just when Wen Chao's face became extremely ugly, and he didn't know what to do, suddenly, a Buddha's voice came from above the sky, and everyone followed the sound, only to see a large golden light appearing in the sky, four monks Carrying a sedan chair in the air against the wind, sitting in the sedan chair was an old man holding a Zen staff, dressed in a white cassock, with a benevolent face. He looked like a high-ranking monk.

Not only that, but as the sedan chair flew towards here, large swaths of flowers fell from the sky like a rain of flowers and spread on the ground, which made people stunned.

"This, this is?" He had never seen such a forceful appearance before, Wen Chao looked at Pudu Cihang who came here in a sedan chair, and the shock in his heart was really hard to describe in words.

This person... who is it?

"Oh, Master Purdue is here? Uncle Jiang, the person who came is the protector of the country, Purdue Cihang, a great monster who has left the Aperture Realm... Cough cough,

big monk. Seeing another group member coming, Wei Wuxian didn't bother to talk to Wen Chao at the moment, returned to Jiang Fengmian's side with a flash, and whispered to him.

"Yeah." Although he knew for a long time that the natal object awakened by his eldest disciple was a magic weapon of ghosts, Jiang Fengmian saw him use this martial soul for the first time today, so there was a hint of shock on his face, and at the same time His brows were also slightly frowned, as if he felt that this Martial Soul was a bit too evil, but considering that the other party was his most beloved disciple after all, and it was time to welcome guests, Jiang Fengmian didn't say anything, and turned to The head gave a command to a disciple of the Jiang family beside him.

The latter received the order from the suzerain, first glanced at the shocking Wei Wuxian, then nodded, and while recording the list of visitors, he shouted loudly: "Father Protector, Master Purdue Cihang has arrived!"

hum~

The words fell, the sedan chair landed, and one of the four monks who carried the sedan chair helped Pudu Cihang get off the sedan chair. The two made flower baskets and prepared to sprinkle flowers in front of the road that Pudu Cihang was going to take, and the last one was like a follower , followed behind Pudu Cihang.

Well, although it's not as good as worshiping the moon when it comes to mounts, but in terms of pretending to be aggressive, who am I, Pudu Cihang, afraid of? !

"Jiang Fengmian, Patriarch of the Yunmeng Jiang Clan, welcome the patriarch!" It's been a long time since I saw this exaggerated appearance, Jiang Fengmian didn't show it, and took Wei Wuxian and a few Jiang family monks, stepped forward to greet him Purdue Cihang bowed his head and cupped his hands.

The Great Cultivator of Leaving Aperture Realm, whose cultivation base is two realms higher than him, presumably only the legendary ancient fierce beast Qiongqi can defeat such a person, right?

What, hasn't Qiongqi been beheaded by Wen Mao?

Ha, do you really believe their bragging? Do you think a monk who has not ascended to immortality can kill the ancient beast Qiongqi? I'm afraid he can't even break the defense!

"Amitabha, Sect Master Jiang is very polite. Thanks to the honorable sect's invitation, poor monks are bothering me a lot." Walking along the road covered with flowers, Pudu Cihang came to Jiang Fengmian, raised a palm to him, and nodded slightly. .

"Fazhang is very polite. It is my Jiang family's blessing that you can come. Ah Xian, leave this place to me, and you bring Fazhang to the table." Jiang Fengmian said to Wei Wuxian.

With Lei Lingzhu in his hand, even if Wei Wuxian hadn't stepped forward just now, he could easily deal with Wen Zhuliu.

"Yes, Uncle Jiang. Master, please."

"No hurry, no rush, the poor monk brought a disciple here." Pudu Cihang smiled. After speaking, he waved his sleeves, and a golden light appeared. A boy in black with a large ruler behind his back Appeared in front of everyone.

As soon as he got out of Pudu Cihang's sleeve, he swayed unsteadily and almost didn't fall.

Seeing that there were so many people in front of him at this time, and everyone looked unfriendly, Xiao Yan blinked vigorously, then turned his head and asked Pudu Cihang in a hoarse voice: "Teacher , where is this place?"

"Amitabha, this is Baifeng Mountain. Little Eighteen, you will follow everyone into the mountain to hunt monsters and ghosts later. Remember, you must have the determination to kill demons and demons, and benefit the common people!" Pudu Cihang Seriously to Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan: "..."

Ma Dan, if I have that ability, I will get rid of you first, believe it or not? !