Young Master Fusu, a powerful thousand-year-old resentment spirit, absorbed the Nine Yin Jue Vein. There is almost no such powerful force in the human world. In Chen Yuyang's impression, even the Ghost King of Mangshan was not as powerful as him. Among the ghost cultivators, there is probably only one person in the human world who can cultivate the power of the resentment spirit to this strength. What's more, the bloodline of King Ying Zheng of Qin is a combination of humans and witches, which is even more powerful.

However, in a powerful ghost cultivator, he is just a lonely ghost who has not even been able to practice successfully in the celestial immortals. However, for Kunlun, the significance is extraordinary. With thousands of years of cultivation and ghost power, if he can be tempered into a pill and taken, he can block the heavenly tribulation. This is the most important thing.

"Please stay, seniors!" The Taoist priest of Kunlun Mountain blocked the way of Chen Yuyang and Yang Ming. However, Chen Yuyang and Yang Ming were standing on the cloud bed, while the people of Kunlun Mountain were standing on the flying swords, which showed the level. However, even so, the people of Kunlun Mountain still bit the bullet and welcomed them up.

Yang Ming smiled mockingly and said, "Several kids, do you have anything else?"

Called as children, the Taoist priests in Kunlun Mountain were all worried. They said that they were all over 100 years old. However, look at the fact that they were standing on the clouds, and their cultivation level was probably natural to call them "child".

The leading Taoist priest bowed and said, "Several seniors, the disciples are the first disciples of the third generation of Kunlun Mountain. Qing Yunzi, please feel free to you!"

Chen Yuyang was impatient and said coldly: "If you have something to say, don't get involved!"

Qing Yunzi coughed twice in embarrassment and said, "I don't know the identities of several seniors yet, and I don't know if I can tell my disciples!"

"The Taoist of Qingyang Island in Qingyang!" "Yang Ming!"

Qing Yunzi kept thinking, calculating in her heart, thinking to herself: I have never heard of these two figures in the Chinese cultivation world! It should be overseas casual cultivators. Thinking of this, Qing Yunzi couldn't help but rely on it and smiled: "The two seniors are polite. I wonder if the disciples can discuss with the two seniors!"

"Yeah?" Chen Yuyang sneered: "You want this resentful spirit?"

Qing Yunzi immediately smiled and said, "Yes, this ghost has done many evil things, so the disciple wants to take him back to accept the punishment of the head!"

When Yang Ming heard this, he almost knew what they were thinking and sneered: "I said Qingyunzi, just take it back and refine it. Don't say it so well-sounding!"

Qing Yunzi felt embarrassed again, smiled bitterly, and said, "Please ask the two seniors to fulfill their wishes!"

Chen Yuyang sneered: "It is not impossible for me to hand over that ghost to you, but Qingyunzi, are you sure you can subdue him?"

Qing Yunzi was stunned for a moment and begged again: "Please help me!"

Chen Yuyang snorted coldly and said, "Master Qingyunzi, I have made it clear. If you want this ghost, I can hand it over to you, but you will subdue him yourself. I have nothing to do with you Kunlun, so I have no obligation to subdue ghosts for you Kunlun and refine elixirs for you!"

Qing Yunzi's face was blushing, and he was extremely embarrassed. Now that he was asked to subdue the thousand-year-old ghost, it was obvious that he did not have the ability. But he was unwilling to give up, so he could only stay here in a daze, without any help. He did not expect that the person in front of him would not buy Kunlun's account at all.

Seeing that Qing Yunzi didn't speak, Chen Yuyang couldn't help but say, "If you have nothing to do, I will leave!"

"Stop!" Qing Yunzi didn't say anything this time, but the Taoist priest behind him said coldly: "Leave the ghosts, otherwise you will not be allowed to leave!"

Yang Ming sneered: "It's up to you~~"

Chen Yuyang looked at Qing Yunzi and said, "Master Qing Yunzi, what does your Kunlun mean?"

Qing Yunzi said helplessly: "Senior, please hand over the ghost for Kunlun's sake!"

Chen Yuyang shook his hand and said, "It's not that I don't want to give it to you, but you can't take him down. If you stand up and say you are responsible for the next thing, then I will release the ghost. What?"

"Senior, please don't force others to do anything. I, Kunlun, is the number one sect in China's cultivation. This time, I, Kunlun, owe me a favor to me. Everyone looks up and see me. If you are determined to act alone, then I can guarantee that in China, seniors will no longer be able to take a step!" Qing Yunzi's eyes became fierce and he said.

Yang Ming suddenly laughed and said, "Qingyang, I know now why you say these guys are fake Taoism. As expected, I didn't expect that the Yuanshi Sect of Yuxu Palace had fallen to the point of becoming a robber." As he said, Yang Ming looked at Qing Yunzi coldly and smiled gloomyly: "Are you a threat?"

"No matter what the two seniors think, this ghost must be left behind today!"

Chen Yuyang didn't say anything, but raised his hand, and a ray of resentment that soared into the sky had erupted in his palm. The resentful spirit snorted angrily and said, "Despicable villain, what's the ability to attack sneakily? If you have the ability to fight with me openly!"

With a chuckle, Chen Yuyang said, "Are all resentful spirits like you who are idiotic?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of flame in Chen Yuyang's hand was already burning, and the resentful spirit suddenly started to wail. Yang Ming looked at the corner of his mouth and said, "The real fire of the golden crow sun is indeed the nemesis of these ghosts."

"Give me your life, spare me your life, please spare me your life!" The resentful spirit could not withstand the burning of the true fire, and kept begging for mercy.

This scene made Qingyunzi and a group of Taoists from Kunlun Mountain keep cold sweating in their hearts, a creepy feeling. "Great immortal, spare my life, save my life!"

There were wailing sounds, but soon, the flames in Chen Yuyang's hand had turned purple. In a short while, the two thousand-year-old resentful spirit turned into ashes in Chen Yuyang's hand, and a little bit of gray trajectory slowly disappeared into the air. Chen Yuyang pinched his palm, as if he raised an hourglass, and sneered in his eyes, looking at Qingyunzi and said, "Master Qingyun, do you have anything else to do now?"

Qing Yunzi snorted coldly and said, "Senior, it's really a good method, I'm not as good as I can!"

Chen Yuyang smiled softly and said, "Okay, now the resentful spirit has been wiped out, you can leave too."

"Teacher, take care of it. The green mountains are not here, and the green water flows forever!" Qing Yunzi clasped his fists and left with Kunlun disciples.

Yang Ming looked at Chen Yuyang curiously and said, "Qingyang, this is not like you. Before you put it, you would have crushed Qingyunzi and his group of people, and they were so kind to let them go!"

Chen Yuyang narrowed his eyes and smiled, "If you can do less, just lose more. Besides, I don't want to kill someone in front of Qingqing!"

Yang Ming was stunned. Chen Yuyang waved his hand, and a light flashed, and a silver-white light fell on the ground. The resentful spirit that had just disappeared appeared again, but it was extremely weak. The resentful spirit kept worshiping and said, "Great Immortal, great Immortal, I will never dare to do it again!"

Chen Yuyang snorted coldly and said, "I have said that I will send you down the six realms of reincarnation. My words have always been one word. I say that you will never be reborn forever, so that you will never be reborn forever."

As he said that, Chen Yuyang gently recited the Dharma and said, "In the name of Qingyang, this resentful spirit will be sent to the eighteen levels of hell, and will be tortured by hell, and will never be reborn forever."

"No, please follow the Taoist decree!" A respectful voice suddenly came from the ground, and the resentful spirits who were kneeling on the ground disappeared instantly.

Looking up at the sky, Yang Ming's eyes were blurred and he said in confusion: "Just for one person, I will not regret killing millions of people! Qingyang, Qingyang, should I say it is infatuation, or should I say you are infatuated?"
Chapter completed!