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Since when could a ghost cultivator be on the same level as her, the descendant of the White Tiger Bloodline?

Yang Junxiu felt like she had seen a 'ghost'. As her cultivation of the White Tiger Qi became more and more profound, even the Ghost King was forced to give way to her. It was just a ghost cultivator at the peak of the Great Constellation Realm.

Moreover, the ghost cultivator opposite her clearly also cultivated a baleful aura sacred art, which was different from the peerless sharpness of her White Tiger baleful qi. This baleful aura was cold and pervasive.

Yang Junxiu twisted her stiff wrists. The demonic spiritual energy in her body surged out wave after wave, causing her frozen vital energy and blood to flow once again.

At the same time, Yang Junxiu felt the changes of the demonic essence inside her body. When she looked at the ghost cultivator called Zhong Jiu not too far away, a peculiar glint flashed in her eyes.

The ghost cultivator's cold demonic energy was definitely annoying, but when the demonic energy in her body tried to expel it, the cold yin energy automatically fused into the demonic energy. She could even feel her white tiger infernal energy growing by a sliver.

"Who the hell are you?"

Yang Junxiu's question made Zhong Jiu smile. Her originally ugly face now looked even more ferocious.

"Hehe, of course I'm prepared to kill you!"

Zhong Jiu opened the fan in his hand with a 'whoosh' sound. Black fog came out from the fan. As he waved it, the fog rushed towards Yang Junxiu. It then turned into a huge mouth that tried to swallow her.

"You want to swallow me? Watch me devour you first!"

Yang Junxiu's Soul Slaying Blade released a baleful aura. The moment the cold mist beast was cut in half, a cold light appeared and a flying sword shot out from the mist, aiming for the space between her eyebrows.

Yang Junxiu had a rich amount of experience in combat, so she was naturally helpless against such tactics. She opened her mouth and spewed out some metal elemental qi, turning into a small blade light and clashing with the flying sword.

Yang Junxiu and the ghost cultivator Zhong Jiu were inseparable. Although she had the upper hand, this was all she could do. Strictly speaking, neither of them could do anything to each other.

However, after Yang Junxiu's entanglement, everyone else was caught in a dangerous situation.

Yu'er was still entangled with Cui Shou'er, who had attempted to join hands with Yang Junxiu several times. However, Cui Shou and the rest seemed to have a clear understanding of the combined strength of the White Tiger and Undead Spirits, and they used all means at their disposal to prevent the two from joining hands. As a result, Cui Shou'er, who was at the Supreme Force, was almost at a disadvantage.

Yang Junhao and Ning Bin, on the other hand, were facing the Ghost King Cui Guan and the other Heavenly Dipper Realm ghost cultivator Cui Tong. Not to mention the fact that neither of them was stronger than Yang Junxiu, even if their cultivations were similar, their abilities were inferior to the White Tiger Fury Qi's restraints on the Ghost Cultivator. Even Yang Junhao's Lotus Eye was unable to catch up with the Ghost King's elusive figure change, and in less than ten exchanges between the two of them, Yang Junhao's body had already suffered three wounds and Ning Bin had also suffered from the Ghost King's sword attack.

"If this goes on, we'll be finished sooner or later!"

Although Ning Bin's injuries were the lightest, the truth was that the current threat towards the Ghost King was actually Yang Junhao even more. His Seven Sun Flaming Fire Technique contained two Heavenly Flames, whether it was the Stone or the Grand Sun Primordial Fire, both of which could truly harm the Ghost King. It was a pity that Yang Junhao's cultivation level was not high enough, so he was unable to unleash the full might of these two Heavenly Flames.

Seeing this, Bao Yu'er used the short dagger in her hand and cut her palm. Blood gushed out of the palm, and a piece of the third form, which was soaked with her blood, was formed. As Bao Yu'er extended her finger, the third form flew out from her palm towards Cui Li.

Cui Wang obviously knew what kind of sacred art Yu'er was using. Even though his cultivation was slightly higher than Bao Yu'er's, he still felt his heart palpitate when facing this famous bloodline sacred art of the Ghost Clan. Even the Ghost King Cui Guan had suffered greatly when he first found them, not to mention Cui Li who was only at the Supreme Force.

However, Bao`er had managed to force Cui away with a '3 +' -1 to the point that Zhong Jiu was in a battle with Yang Junxiu.

Cui Guan, you're f * cking lying to me. She's not an ordinary ghost clan, he's a core bloodline of the Ghost Clan. You actually want to kill a core bloodline, aren't you afraid of being hunted down by the Ten Yama Kings? "

Zhong Jiu's angry voice carried a trace of deliberate intent. Although he was angry because he was cheated, it was as if he was going to play the trick and expose the other party's intentions.

Bao Yu'er tried to force Cui back with the intention of joining forces with Yang Junxiu, but was stopped by Cui Guan.

Zhong Jiu, don't be like this. The Zhong Family has always been monitoring the ghost race, and now the chance to advance to the Ghost King's realm is right in front of you. You don't need the core bloodline, so I'm asking you, if the core bloodline belongs to me, I'll give you the White Tiger.

Zhong Jiu cursed in a low voice, then raised his head and said, "Okay, but everything on those two people belongs to me!"

"Hmph, Zhong Jiu, don't forget your status. If you advance to the level of Ghost King, I will naturally be afraid of you. But right now, you are still a judge level ghost cultivator. Be careful not to get full."

Cui Guan was trying to dissipate the pressure from the Three Leaves Tieba, layer by layer, with a trace of anger evident in his tone.

"Alright, I'll just take one of those two. The one playing with fire, the one that's left is yours!"

Cui Guanzhong coldly snorted, obviously agreeing with his words.

It was at this moment that a sound that sounded like the tearing of silk rang out. He had finally broken through the first of the third layer, and the wrapped fish had suffered a backlash from his innate divine ability as it spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Fish!"

Yang Junxiu shouted and flew towards the fish.

"Your opponent is me!"

Zhong Jiu looked a bit embarrassed, but his strength was quite close to Yang Junxiu's. If he really went all out, both sides would suffer.

Facing the Spirit King Cui Guang's methods, the wrapped fish could not avoid the attack, and seeing that the ghost clan core bloodline was about to land in his hands, and that the thing he dared to secretly think about for so many years was about to come to fruition, Cui Guang's originally happy face suddenly froze, then immediately turned into a face full of fear, and he quickly retreated like a snake or a scorpion, as if he was avoiding something terrifying.

However, the invisible danger seemed to be following him like a shadow. No matter how Cui Guan dodged it, using the Ghost Clan's escape skill to its utmost, he was still unable to get rid of the threat enveloping his body.

"No …."

The majestic Ghost King even let out a despairing howl, meaning that the existence that secretly wanted him dead was far stronger than him.

Cui Cong's sudden berserk performance shocked everyone. Zhong Jiu, who was pestering Yang Junxiu to death, suddenly felt a sense of impending doom. She took advantage of Yang Junxiu's unguarded mind to escape.

The speed of that light was so fast that even Yang Junhao, who had mastered the art of vision, was unable to catch a glimpse of its trajectory. Soon after, he heard a sound akin to a mountain collapsing from afar, followed by a sharp cry that would cause even the soul of a person to tremble in fear.

However, before the sharp hissing sound could end, the Ghost King Cui Guan who was more than 100 feet away from them suddenly let out a blood-curdling screech.

When everyone heard the voice, they looked over to see that a ray of light had struck the Ghost King's body through his chest, bringing him flying all the way, until a mountain wall was smashed into pieces and rocks were flying. When the dust and dust dispersed, they saw that the Ghost King's body was hanging limply on the stone wall, and only a feather remained on his chest.

It was obvious that the sound wave was brought over by the arrow just now, but because the arrow's speed was too fast, the sound wave could only follow behind it slowly.

"Big brother is here!"

Yang Junxiu was the first to react. She knew that Yang Junshan had obtained a medium-grade treasure bow from the Tempest Reflection Ocean Boat. Although the might of this bow was astonishing, it didn't hinder Yang Junxiu's confidence in Yang Junshan at all.

"Oh no! That ghost cultivator named Zhong is trying to escape! Lady Xiu-Er, stop him!"

Ning Bin was still the most clear-headed among all the cultivators present. Even though he had just experienced a near-death experience, his determination was still impressive. When Yang Junxiu confirmed that it was Yang Junshan who took the initiative to attack Cui Tong, he took the opportunity to injure Cui Tong before sending out another Falling Mountain Strike to entangle Cui Lu.

Through the Ghost King's repeated attempts to kill and the conversation between the Ghost King Cui Cong and Zhong Jiu, it was clear that Bao Yu'er's identity was not ordinary. If today's matter were to be leaked, it would bring Bao Yu'er, Yang Junxiu and the Yang family a lot of trouble.

Zhong Jiu, on the other hand, had already planned to escape. His strength was second only to Yang Junxiu's after the attack of the arrow. However, Yang Junxiu couldn't catch him in time. She could only watch as he ran away.

However, at this time, another sharp cry came from the horizon. Zhong Jiu, who was trying his best to escape, suddenly stopped.

When Yang Junxiu looked over, she saw that Zhong Jiu was standing on a giant rock in front of him. The arrow of an ordinary bronze arrow had already pierced through half the arrow.

Zhong Jiu stiffly turned his body over bit by bit. He slightly raised his hands and revealed an expression that was even uglier than crying. Coupled with his ugly black face, the sight of it caused one's stomach to churn.

Everyone knew that Zhong Jiu was locked on by Yang Junshan's aura, and if he wanted to escape, one of Yang Junshan's arrows would nail him to the stone wall. Unless Zhong Jiu was much stronger than that Ghost King Cui Guan.

"Eh, why isn't brother coming over yet?"

Zhong Jiu stood far away, not daring to move. The remaining Cui Tong and Cui Li were the enemies of the four of them, and they soon followed in the footsteps of the Ghost King Cui Guan under Yang Junxiu's brutal attacks. However, even at this moment, there was still no sign of Yang Junshan.

Yang Junhao looked towards the direction where the arrow had come from and shook his head, "I can't see anything. Fourth Brother's shooting spot has already surpassed my field of vision."

"Let's go find him!" Yang Junxiu said.

"What about him?" Baobao pointed at Zhong Jiu.

When Zhong Jiu heard this, he stiffly twisted his neck and slightly waved his hands. He helplessly said, "Everyone, I will go with you."2

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