Chapter 167: Exorcism and Killing of the Young Master of Qingyang Sect

The young master of Qingyang Sect's enthusiastic smile froze slightly after he met the cold face. He was furious but didn't dare to express it.

He could only glare fiercely at the female cultivator not far away to vent his hatred.

The female cultivator frowned, looking a little embarrassed. She didn't dare to offend the Qingyang Sect, so she had no choice but to suffer a loss.

Qi Yuan stretched out his hand from his sleeve, and with a flash of blood, a blood bead the size of a marble floated on his palm. The next second, it automatically flew up, and a thin layer of dark red light curtain was scattered to protect his whole body.

This blood bead is an ancient treasure from the prehistoric times and was one of the trophies obtained when Wen Tianren was killed.

The figure flashed and swept into the gray-white ghost fog.

Seeing this, Han Li followed with several sword energies surrounding him.

This ghost fog looked not simple at first glance, but if she stayed there, she might be targeted by the young master of Qingyang Sect. The female cultivator who had reached the Jindan stage gritted her teeth and rushed into the ghost fog.

After the three men left, the young master of Qingyang Sect snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and a green light shot out and fell in front of him. It turned out to be a small spirit beast that looked like a monkey.

This little monkey was only about a foot tall, with a coat of emerald green hair that glowed faintly. The most peculiar thing was that its nose was high and bulging, and it was extremely large, almost occupying more than half of its face, making it look really weird.

Soul-crying beast

It is not a spiritual beast born from heaven and earth, but a strange creature between a spiritual beast and a demon spirit that was cultivated by a secret sect of the evil way.

This thing is of no great use normally, but it can naturally absorb souls and devour ghosts. No matter how powerful the demons, ghosts or evil spirits are, once they encounter this beast.

As long as it gently inhales the air with its nose, it will be taken into its stomach. Within a moment, it will be refined into nothing. It is really extremely powerful.

As soon as the crying soul appeared, the young master of Qingyang Sect showed a proud look in his eyes. This little thing was a treasure that the family ancestor Master Sanyang had spent a lot of effort to obtain. Dealing with this mere ghost fog was a piece of cake for him.

When the Soul-Crying Beast landed on the ground, it jumped a few times nimbly, scratched its head with its monkey paws, and then rushed into the ghost fog with a whoosh. All the nearby ghosts were sucked in by its nose and became nutrients in its stomach.

With the Soul-Crying Beast leading the way, the young master of Qingyang Sect walked forward leisurely with his hands behind his back, as if he was strolling in a garden.

On the other side, Qi Yuan, with his hands behind his back, strolled leisurely in the ghost fog, relying on the power of the ancient treasure Blood Pearl.

Once a ferocious ghost approaches, the blood bead will shoot out dark red thorns that penetrate the ghost and disappear in an instant.

Han Li's figure was one step behind him. Relying on the protective sword and shield abilities of the Qing Yuan Sword Technique, he was more than capable of dealing with the little ghost.

Qi Yuan glanced at him from the corner of his eye, then said nonchalantly: "Junior Brother Han, help me kill the young master of Qingyang Sect, and you don't have to give me the two spiritual herbs. Do you want to do this deal?"

What, kill the young master of Qingyang Sect?
The calm Han Li was suddenly startled. His suspicious eyes fell on Qi Yuan. He shook his head and said, "Master Sanyang of Qingyang Sect is a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. Brother Qi, don't joke. I don't have your strength to fight him."

“I believe that Junior Brother Han has noticed the storage bag on the waist of the young master of Qingyang Sect. It is so bulging that it must contain a lot of good treasures. After the matter is done, I will only take one treasure, and the rest will be yours.” Qi Yuan said softly.

The corner of Han Li's eye twitched, and he seemed to be a little tempted. He lacked all the treasures except spiritual medicine, and his heart was indeed wavering.

Qi Yuan: "Brother will help you hold the fort. Junior Brother Han, don't worry about your life. This landscape inkstone is an ancient treasure from the prehistoric times. I can lend it to you to help you."

An inch-sized inkstone revealed its original form, with patterns of mountains and rivers intricately engraved on it. If you look closely, you can see a sense of desolation in it.

When the landscape inkstone appeared, Han Li's gaze lingered on it. Of course, he had the ability to distinguish the quality of treasures. The ancient treasure in front of him was a powerful one, perhaps much more powerful than his flower basket ancient treasure.

With Senior Brother Qi backing us up, plus an ancient treasure from prehistoric times to back us up, and only one of the spoils to take away, it seems like a good deal.

but……

He has always been cautious, so how could he possibly offend the next Nascent Soul stage cultivator for no reason?
The incident with Barbarian Beard was a passive trigger.

Han Li looked determined and said, "No, Junior Brother, after thinking about it, I think it would be more appropriate to repay Senior Brother Qi's favor with the elixir. Moreover, it is a promise that has already been made, and it would be bad to break it."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan restrained his Nascent Soul aura to the extreme, smiled mysteriously, and with a flick of his finger, a hidden ray of light shot out from the hand hidden in his sleeve, which then transformed into three and fled in a certain direction.

The nearby ghost kings, smelling Qi Yuan's Nascent Soul aura, dared not approach. It was time to provoke them. Han Li felt a chill on his back for some reason, as if something big had happened.

The ghost king in the ghost fog has reached the late Jindan stage and understands a little bit of human nature. Fighting with him is a very difficult situation.

Qi Yuan said in a heavy tone: "Junior Brother Han, someone is approaching over there."

A nimble monkey suddenly emerged from the room, looked left and sniffed right, and when it spotted Qi Yuan, it retreated a long way in fear.

Then the young master of Qingyang Sect appeared. He sensed the fear in Tihun's heart and understood the reason after a little thought. He smiled and said, "Senior, we meet again."

Qi Yuan smelled a hint of blood and thought of the figure of the female cultivator who had reached the Jindan stage. It seemed that she had never seen her. Could it be that she had been killed by the young master of Qingyang Sect?

With the help of the Soul-Crying Beast, as long as the young master of Qingyang Sect does not encounter Demon Yasha, he can walk in the ghost fog as if it were flat ground. He has a great advantage.

Yin Yang Sky Eye!

Qi Yuan's eyes flashed black and white, and a strange feeling filled his mind, as if he could see through everything in the world. His sight fell on the young master of Qingyang Sect, a newly promoted ghost, floating around him. That appearance was indeed that of the female cultivator who had reached the Jindan stage...

He said in a deep voice: "I have taken a fancy to your crying soul. If you know what's good for you, I will spare your life."

The female cultivator who had reached the Jindan stage was not familiar with him, so there was no question of revenge. If the young master of Qingyang Sect was tactless, then he would just let her do what she wanted.

So fierce?

Han Li turned around in surprise, thinking that if he could reach the Nascent Soul stage, his ability to handle things in the future would be greatly improved.

Alas, when will I be able to reach the Nascent Soul stage?

Upon hearing this, the young master of Qingyang Sect was shocked and frightened. He asked for other treasures, and he gritted his teeth and endured it. However, the Weeping Soul was a rare treasure, so how could he give it away?
"Senior, our ancestor is also a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. You should give face to the Buddha instead of the monk."

"Okay, then you fight these three ghost kings first." Qi Yuan had just finished speaking.

Han Li's figure quickly hid far away in an instant. His vigilance and escape skills were simply amazing.

Three-headed ghost king?

The young master of Qingyang Sect immediately felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. He summoned his magic weapon and urged the crying soul to prepare for the response.

Unexpectedly, a ray of colorful light entered Tihun's forehead, and he immediately fell into a coma.

"Senior, I am willing, please don't do it."

"late."

Qi Yuan's voice came floating in the air, but his figure was nowhere to be seen.

The three-headed ghost king was enraged by Qi Yuan and quickly rushed over. Seeing that only the young master of Qingyang Sect was left there, he pounced on him with the howling of ghosts and wolves.

After half an incense stick of time, there was only one body left.

Qi Yuan's figure suddenly appeared. He raised his hand to take the storage bag of the young master of Qingyang Sect and the Soul-Crying Beast, and then burned the corpse with fire.

"Brother Qi, this isn't a good idea."

Han Li approached quietly and spoke softly.

Qi Yuan wiped off the consciousness of the young master of Qingyang Sect on the storage bag and said with a natural look: "He is a demon who has committed many evil deeds, and I am not a good person either."

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