Zhuang Xiaoya was injured, and Yan Ning was already furious. Although he was injured all over, he still stood upright.

"Silly girl!" Yan Ning touched Zhuang Xiaoya's face with heartache, put her behind her, and then looked at Bai Tong: "Bitch."

"What are you calling me?" Bai Tong frowned, but he didn't expect Yan Ning would scold her like this.

Yan Ning glanced at Bai Tong with disdain. Her face was exactly the same as Lan Xiaolan he had known before, but his eyes were different.

"Where is the real Lan Xiaolan?" Yan Ning asked coldly.

Bai Tong smiled absurdly: "Die."

"Who killed?"

"Do you care?"

"She is my friend. Tell me who killed her and I will avenge her." Yan Ning's voice became even colder.

Monk Xiekong said, "You are unable to protect yourself now, and you still have the intention to avenge others? I advise you to surrender now. We will bring you back to the clan. Maybe the leader can spare your life!"

Yan Ning smiled faintly, stared at Monk Xiekong, and then said something that angered him: "When we speak, why are the eunuchs insulting?"

"You!" Monk Xiekong was extremely angry, "Ghost minister, kill him!"

The ghost minister's face hidden under the rag headscarf was unknown, but he just replied indifferently: "You are not the commander-in-chief, and you are not qualified to order me."

When the monk Xiekong heard this, he was so angry that he met Yan Ning several times, and he knew Yan Ning best, but because of the previous failures, he lost his status in the end. Now he doesn’t even give face to the ghost minister, so he wants to listen to Bai Tong’s words.

"You have worked so hard to capture me?" Yan Ning asked.

Bai Tong sneered: "If it is you, it is not worth it, but you have a strange treasure, Mingpo, Wumen Golden Needle, Wumen Ghost Technique, and Reverse Bagua Diagram, which one does not attract jealousy? If you kill the people of our Changsheng Sect, even if you don't make enemies with us, we will come to trouble you."

After hearing this, Yan Ning sighed slightly: "The Cult of the Eternal Life is nothing more than this, and he raised a group of evil ghosts to be reborn."

Bai Tong had no interest in continuing to argue with Yan Ning, so he said to the ghost minister: "Ghost minister, get him clean."

"yes."

Without any hesitation, the ghost minister flew up directly in the air. He lifted the rag that was tightly wrapped around his body and pulled out a sickle from each side of his body.

This shape is somewhat similar to the Western God of Death.

"Ghost thing, come on!" Yan Ning roared angrily, and when he saw the ghost minister pounce on him, he directly shot out a Northern Emperor's divine power curse. The ghost minister was slightly surprised and quickly stopped and avoided.

"No wonder people from Maoshan are so difficult to catch." The ghost minister said lightly.

Bai Tong and Monk Xie Kong couldn't help but breathe. This ghost minister had not checked Yan Ning's information at all before the action. It was not until this time that he knew the depth of Yan Ning!

"But, it's still too weak!"

The ghost minister shouted in a deep voice, his body floated up again, and he quickly came to Yan Ning. The sickle was shining with a cold light. Yan Ning quickly lowered his head, and the sharp sickle slashed over his head, really cutting off a few strands of hair.

This sickle is so sharp!

Yan Ning felt cold in his heart. Before he could even be amazed, the other sickle of the Ghost Minister had already slashed down vertically. Yan Ning was quick-witted and kicked Guichen's ankle with a sweeping leg. Guichen had to put away the knife and soar into the air again.

Yan Ning did not have a dark pierced hand, and the Wumen golden needle could not be used excessively. The ghost minister's aura was as powerful as a pound, which made Yan Ning breathless.

"Surrender?" Yan Ning looked at the ghost minister flying in the sky and couldn't help but say in a daze.

Apart from the surrender, Yan Ning had never seen any living person flying in the sky.

At this time, a storm wind blew the rag head hood on the Guichen's head. With the lights on the street, Yan Ning clearly saw that under the Guichen's head hood was not a human face at all!

It was a skeleton with no trace of flesh on the pale skeleton. His broken teeth looked extremely terrifying. There were two blue ghost fires burning in his hollow eyes.

"Ghost King?!" Yan Ning said in shock.

The ghost minister snorted coldly: "Ghost King? Haha, they are just a group of children!"

The Hundred Years Ghost King, the Thousand Years Ghost Demon, this Ghost Minister is actually the legendary White Bone Ghost King, but he has been practicing Taoism for five hundred years.

If he is given another five hundred years, he may become a ghost demon like black and white impermanence.

"Damn, the Changsheng Sect really respects me!" Yan Ning spat on the ground, looked at Zhuang Xiaoya behind her, and stood resolutely in front of her.

Like a motionless rock, facing the terrifying ghost minister.

A burst of cunning laughter came from the ghost minister's white broken teeth. He was also not interested in continuing to deal with Yan Ning, so in the blink of an eye, it turned into a black storm, rolling up the debris on the street and rushing towards Yan Ning!

The storm was actually a little more terrifying than the storm formed by Yan Ning's Thirty-Six Spirit-Destroying Golden Needle!

When Monk Xiekong saw the ghost minister use this move, his frown also let go: "Yan Ning, this kid, is hard to fly!"

Bai Tong shook his head: "Didn't you say that Yan Ning has already obtained thirty-six new golden needles? If he summoned seventy-two golden needles, the ghost minister might not be able to win."

"How is it possible? According to our information, he can't summon seventy-two golds at all..."

Monk Xiekong's disdainful smile was still froze on his face, and his eyes suddenly changed. When he saw Yan Ning, seventy-two golden lights had already floated!

"Damn it, I'll fight!"

Yan Ning roared, and seventy-two golden needles had already flew out of his body and floated in front of him. The storm formed by the ghost minister was approaching rapidly. Yan Ning groaned and controlled the seventy-two golden needles to form a storm.

The seventy-two golden needles gathered together, and the golden storm formed was three points thicker than the ghost minister's ones, but the ghost minister was not afraid at all and collided with Yan Ning's seventy-two golden needles.

The two storms collided, almost destroying the entire night market street, and even the roofs of several houses were blown away!

Monk Xiekong was panicked, hugged the pillar of the teahouse with both hands and shouted, "How could this kid...?"

Bai Tong also grabbed the cover and said coldly: "He is seriously injured now and cannot beat the ghost minister!"

Yan Ning's eyes were covered with blood, his eyes were already red, and the veins on his forehead were almost bursting and blood was sprayed, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Controlling seventy-two golden needles is the limit of his limit. If he had not felt the real threat of death, Yan Ning would never have summoned it.
Chapter completed!