In the Niwan Palace, a group of ghost fires flickered on and off, which was the last remaining soul of the ghost cultivator.

"Boy, you are cheating!"

This mysterious ghost cultivator determined that Liang Yan was pretending to be dead just now, and must have used some secret technique to hide the soul's aura, so as to trick him into Niwan Palace.

"Hmph, there's nothing wrong with this matter of life and death."

Liang Yan did not deny it, and his tone was very cold.

The power of his soul manifested itself into a cyan flying sword.

The cyan flying sword and the blue will-o'-the-wisp looked at each other from a distance, both sides being extremely cautious.

On the one hand, the ghost cultivator didn't know the details of Liang Yan, and was still shocked by the strangeness of his resurrection from the dead.

On the other hand, Liang Yan did not dare to be careless. He wanted to take this opportunity to eliminate his opponent in his Niwan Palace. He could not let the opponent escape into the darkness again, otherwise the secret of his immortality as a heavenly dragon might be revealed.

The calm before the storm.

Both of them were looking at each other.

"Junior, I recognize your strength. Do you want to join forces with me?"

The will-o'-the-wisp flickered slightly, and a seductive voice sounded in Liang Yan's sea of ​​consciousness: "As long as I let my soul live in your body temporarily, I can promise not to take away your body. When you find a suitable body for me in the future,

I can also teach you the Taoist Dharma."

"Is there such a good thing?"

The green flying sword buzzed, and Liang Yan sounded a little moved: "I have been fighting with you for so long, and I still don't know the origin of your identity. Can you help me clear up my confusion?"

"Haha, the name is just a code name, why are you so persistent? The two of us cooperate, you extend my life, I give you opportunities, and both parties do not interfere with each other. Isn't this great?"

"If you put it this way, it seems pretty good."

Liang Yan's voice came softly, and it sounded like he approved the other party's suggestion.

When the will-o'-the-wisp saw his move, his tone became more kind, and he laughed and said: "Sure enough, you are a smart person, just talk to smart people."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the green flying sword condensed with the power of the soul stabbing towards him.

"you!"

Will-o'-the-Wisp exclaimed, apparently not expecting that the other party had clearly approved his proposal, so why did he suddenly kill him again?

However, his reaction was also extremely fast. Almost at the moment Liang Yan made his move, the will-o'-the-wisp rushed upwards, avoiding the edge of the sword light.

brush!

Liang Yan's first round of attacks did not hit the opponent, but he was well prepared. When the sword light and the will-o'-the-wisp passed by, it suddenly split into two.

One of the green flying swords circled behind the ghost fire and struck him with a sword.

"ah!"

The will-o'-the-wisp was struck by a sword and screamed, the flame symbolizing the power of the soul violently turbulent.

"Little thief, why are you so despicable that you want to sneak attack on me!"

Injured by Liang Yan's sneak attack, Ghost Fire's voice was full of anger.

However, Liang Yan had no intention of answering him at all, and once again mobilized his soul power to launch a fierce attack on the will-o'-the-wisp.

He never thought about reconciling with this ghost cultivator from beginning to end.

Although the other party's proposal sounds tempting, what he said is based on one premise, that is, he doesn't have much soul power left.

Because there was not much soul power left, he chose to compromise with Liang Yan.

This is when he is at his weakest. If he is allowed to survive this difficulty, after he recuperates and his soul power gradually recovers, it is hard to say whether he will trade with him on an equal footing!

Besides, there is already a demon temporarily living in his body, and Liang Yan doesn't want to make the same mistake again.

At this moment, Liang Yan's soul power had all turned into green flying swords, which were lined up in the Niwan Palace, with as many as five swords.

Faced with the questioning of the mysterious ghost cultivator, he did not respond. Instead, he activated the five flying swords and slashed at the ghost fire at the same time.

Seeing this posture, the ghost cultivator also knew that it was impossible to negotiate peace with the man in front of him. Today, he could only fight to the death!

Between the two of them, only one can survive!

"Little thief, you are seeking death on your own, you can't blame me!"

After a roar, the will-o'-the-wisp, symbolizing the power of the soul, burst out with bright light. The vast flames burned in Liang Yan's Niwan Palace, and finally turned into a huge ghost face.

Feijian and Ghostface rushed towards each other at the same time, and a soul battle broke out in the dark Niwan Palace!

To outsiders, this battle is silent and breathless, but the danger is no less than the previous physical fights!

Both sides used their full strength, and they must wipe out the opponent's soul with this blow!

Rumble!

The powerful soul powers collided with each other. The green flying sword collided with the ghost face, and the aftermath of the shock hit Liang Yan's Niwan Palace, where his sea of ​​consciousness was located.

A sharp pain came from my mind.

In the real world, Liang Yan was suspended in mid-air, his brows furrowed, his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were invaded by black air, and his expression was very painful.

"Liang Yan!"

"Stinky-faced monster!"

Lao Jin and Li Xiaosong were both imprisoned by the ghost cultivator at this time. While struggling to break free, they stared at Liang Yan closely, fearing that something might happen to him.

However, under the confinement of the black energy, neither Lao Jin nor Li Xiaosong could break free in a short time. They could only watch Liang Yan fighting alone, feeling anxious in their hearts.

"So strong!"

In Niwan Palace, Liang Yan's soul exclaimed.

Unexpectedly, this ray of remnant soul, in a desperate situation on the verge of disappearing, can actually explode with such powerful power!

At this moment, the five cyan flying swords transformed by the power of Liang Yan's soul have been scattered, and the remaining rays of light have gathered into the shape of a small figure, which is a miniature version of Liang Yan.

But that grimace was still fierce, rushing towards Liang Yan's last soul.

"Boy, no matter what means you have, if I can kill you once, I can kill you countless times!"

The spirit of the ghost cultivator roared, with hysterical madness in his voice.

boom!

The grimace symbolizing the power of the soul descended from the sky and pressed on the green little man. Powerful power swept around, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

Liang Yan felt that his mouth was dry and his soul was shaking. He was surrounded by the vast ocean, but he was like a small boat. The powerful power of the soul came in wave after wave, making him feel suffocated.

But Liang Yan also knew that victory or defeat depended on this, and he had to hold on no matter what!

He condensed all the power of his soul into one point, like an oil lamp, floating up and down in the manic waves, always keeping a little bit of his true spirit immortal!

The battle between the two sides reached a fierce stage. Although the ghost cultivator had the upper hand, it was still unable to extinguish Liang Yan's last bit of true spirit.

This lasted for half a cup of tea, and just when Liang Yan could no longer hold on, a muffled sound suddenly came from Niwan Palace.

boom!

It's like a blister has been popped.

There was a look of fear in the ghostly face's eyes, and then the will-o'-the-wisps dissipated, the huge power of the soul receded like a tide, and the ghostly face itself became thinner and thinner.

In just a few breaths, all the soul power belonging to the ghost cultivator in Niwan Palace dissipated, and the grimace turned into a wisp of smoke and finally disappeared.

"call!"

Liang Yan's soul returned to its original position and gradually took control of his body.

In the real world, he opened his eyes and gasped for air.

On the opposite side, the huge human face composed of black ghost energy was now riddled with holes, with countless holes appearing on the face, and a hint of unwillingness emerged in the numb pupils.

At the same time, the black energy that trapped Lao Jin and Li Xiaosong was quickly dissipating. In just a few breaths, the two demons had regained their freedom.

"The power of his soul has finally been completely exhausted."

Lao Jin looked at the huge human face that was gradually disappearing, and suddenly felt like he was surviving a disaster.

As if to confirm his words, the huge human face was blown by the wind and sand on the desert, and instantly turned into wisps of black smoke, which dissipated over the desert.

Everything is so sudden.

It was silent when it came, and it was not dusty when it left.

This mysterious ghost cultivator once threatened Liang Yan's life, but just a moment later, he disappeared from this world forever.

At this time, Liang Yan was pale and sweating profusely.

He did not leave immediately, but pressed down the escape light from mid-air, sat cross-legged on the sand underground, and began to perform exercises to recover from his injuries.

In the life-and-death battle with the mysterious ghost cultivator, although he had the last laugh, the price he paid was not light.

Niwan Palace was severely damaged during the battle, and the power of the soul was also greatly damaged. Even the dragon's blood was forced to be used once.

At this time, Liang Yan was extremely weak!
To be continued...