"So what if you become a sword baby? You are just a monk in the Tongxuan realm after all, and there is an insurmountable gap between you and me. Today I will let you see what is the method of the ancestor who transforms the catastrophe!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiaomu raised his hand and pinched a magic trick. The black air around him burst into pieces, and the strange sound of the baby crying sounded in the black air.

The next moment, all the black gas gathered towards him and attached to the surface of his skin. Qiao Mu's bones made a strange cracking sound, and his body, which was not originally tall, instantly became more than ten times larger.

"It's the secret technique of ghost path 'ditong technique'! He wants to use the power of the Yin God in the Underworld to strengthen himself!"

The three ancestors of the Shura Palace who practiced for many years were all talented and knowledgeable. At this time, they could see the origin of Qiao Mu's magic at a glance.

"I didn't expect that he had actually achieved the 'dimension technique'. This is a top-grade magic spell in the ghost realm. In the entire Wushuang realm, only the ghost-faced lay Buddhist in Huangquan Palace can do this kind of magic!" Fa Zheng sighed.

"Qiao Mu has cultivated the 'dimension technique', and even if Liang Yan has a sword baby on his body, he may not be able to resist it. After all, his realm is there, and it is difficult for the monks of the Tongxuan realm to exert the full power of the sword baby." The old man with red face shook his head, obviously not optimistic about Liang Yan.

Only Chu Haotian narrowed his eyes slightly, and did not rush to make a judgment, but looked at Liang Yan with a thoughtful look on his face.

At this moment, in the air, Qiaomu had turned into a black evil ghost, with green face and fangs and thick arms.

His legs kicked in the air, and his body flew out of the air like an eagle. At the same time, the joints of his right hand exploded, his five fingers formed a hook, and the black aura formed a pair of sharp claws, snatching Liang Yan's chest.

"My surname is Liang, come down here!"

Seeing that Liang Yan could not sit still, Qiao Mu was extremely angry. This claw condensed all the power of the ghost path, and did not hold back at all. He wanted to knock Liang Yan down from the back of the golden lion and let the palace master of Bihai Palace lose all his face.

However, as soon as he rushed to the front of the golden lion, he saw the man on the hunchback suddenly raise his hand.

The next moment, a blue sword light blasted out from the gourd around the other party's waist, and the sequinous sword energy swept around. The whole world seemed to be silent, leaving only a sword light hanging above his head!
Chapter completed!